Due to his rapid sprinting, the tactical flashlight in Gao Yu's hand was shaking non-stop, making it impossible to see the path clearly. As he rounded a corner, five ghouls sprung out of a ventilation duct in the wall, knocking him down.
Amid the bangs of gunshots, Gao Yu was entangled with them.
"Switch to your handgun," Old Gao roared, trying to remind him. The fool was indeed stupid. The barrel of the AN94 was too long. It was of no use in melee combat except for the risk of hitting one's own man.
In such chaotic circumstances, Old Soldier Gao Wei didn't dare to fire his gun to assist, fearing accidental injury. Tan Hui looked at Gao Yu and, after a moment's hesitation, ran away leaving him behind.
"What a drag," Tang Zheng, utilizing the inertia of his sprint, landed a kick on a ghoul's head. The unlucky creature's neck immediately snapped with a crack. Then Tang Zheng drew his M1911A1 from its holster and started shooting rapidly.
