Han Jiaojiao and Tian Xinyue retreated to the entrance of the corridor, where rain and cold wind poured in from outside, making the ground wet and slippery.
Han Jiaojiao had run out of bullets, and Tian Xinyue also had only a few rounds of ammunition left. They didn't know how many Alien Species they had killed along the way, but at this moment, there were still seven or eight Alien Species hiding around the corner, waiting for the gunfire to cease before they rushed out.
The bullets couldn't be wasted anymore. These bullets might be their last resort.
Han Jiaojiao pulled Tian Xinyue and ran out, pointing to the metal tower crane on the top floor and shouting, "Up there! Quick!"
They could climb it, but Wang Mengyi had injured his leg, could he make it?
Wei Jie also thought of this and rushed forward to the metal tower crane, but involuntarily stopped.
Gunshots came from behind, Han Jiaojiao and Tian Xinyue were holding back the Alien Species from catching up.
