After cleaning up the assassins on the deck, Wang Hao rolled on the spot and jumped into the corridor.
To guard against hidden snipers, he even did eighteen backward somersaults to deceive the eyes and ears.
Seeing a cabin door up ahead, he quickly charged over.
Several shooters, hearing footsteps but seeing no one, fired wildly.
"Dudu dudu, dudu dudu..."
Bullets swept across, striking the metal door, clanging and crashing loudly.
Seizing the opportunity, Wang Hao drew his pistol and, like Mark Gor from 'A Better Tomorrow', fired with both hands, killing all in his way.
Stepping over a ground littered with bodies, Wang Hao strode past confidently.
At this moment, the vast ship's cabin hall was empty, as silent as death itself.
Wang Hao, with pistols in hand, cautiously entered the hall.
Suddenly!
With a "screech", the metal door closed.
Wang Hao was startled and instinctively looked toward the door.
Just then, a scorching bullet, tracing a dazzling arc, sped towards him.
