"Hurry up and support me!" Lipstick curled the corner of her mouth, filled with disdain. It wasn't luck; it was just timely intelligence from her teammates. She had known they would take this route.
The Level A AK74's ability to fire continuously was no worse than a general-purpose machine gun, but Natasha no longer used it. She was worried her teammates would recognize her and expose her identity, so she switched to an ordinary firearm. Yet, her firepower did not decrease, as her 'teammates' started to exert their power.
The subway had begun to slow down as it approached the station, and the newbies from the Ukrainian team set up machine guns inside the carriage, firing from a distance at the platform to suppress Tang Zheng and his group.
