The bald man glanced at Tang Zheng and Lin Weiguo, saw that they were replacing their ammo clips and bullet chains, showing no intention of retreating whatsoever. He cursed them as madmen, unable to bear it any longer, he left the MG42 machine gun on the stairs and ran upstairs. Seeing that those two were acting calmly yet insanely, he didn't dare to take the gun and defy them.
"Three more." Lin Weiguo, who didn't even bother to glance at the bald man's retreating figure, nodded towards the hallway while holding the MG42.
"I was thinking the same." As he spoke, Tang Zheng had already pulled the ring on three M24 grenades, then swiftly jumped down the stairs, glanced to figure out the location of the Tank Zombie, and threw them.
