The tranquility of the motel room was shattered as the sound of rapid gunfire echoed through the night. Bullets tore through the walls, glass splintered, and the once peaceful haven transformed into a warzone.
Alex, Nan Te, and Yin Che were thrown into a frenzy of action. Guns drawn, they took cover behind furniture, their bodies tensed, ready to strike. The motel room, once a sanctuary, had become a fortress under siege.
Wu Xiufan, his composure unwavering, stood by the window, his gaze scanning the darkness outside. He was a silent sentinel, his presence a calming influence in the midst of chaos.
The gunfire intensified, the enemy closing in. The motel room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in around them. Time slowed down, each second an eternity. Alex, Nan Te, and Yin Che fought back, their shots precise and deadly.
