There were no gunshots, deadly silent, and the situation seemed to have entered a stalemate.
"Attack forcefully, attack forcefully!" the walkie-talkie continuously transmitted the roars of the Americans, but there were no gunshots. Tang Zheng's eyes shifted, and he understood what was happening, "Come out, it's okay, the enemy has retreated."
Kong Licheng and his group weren't that bold, still waiting. The policewoman, brave and spirited, took the initiative to check next door; indeed, there was no one there.
"Where did they go?" the policewoman asked, puzzled.
"Check the window, they must have escaped by ropes." Tang Zheng stuffed the machine gun into his bag and turned to search the fallen soldiers for ammunition, "Be careful of headshots."
Dong Zixuan was about to peer out but stopped when she heard Tang Zheng's hints, taking cover by the wall instead. She took a quick glance and, sure enough, saw a parachute rope tied to the window frame.
