Compared to his firearm skills, which he'd practiced for only a few days, Gao Yi had more faith in his fists.
A person must know their own limits, and Gao Yi was well aware that his marksmanship was not up to par. Even in peacetime, he couldn't guarantee a bullseye with every shot, let alone now, running fast and accompanied by strenuous activity, aiming for a target that was also moving quickly. It was a joke to even try.
Habit is a powerful thing. Gao Yi didn't know how to deal with the current situation with a gun in hand, but felt right in his element when empty-handed.
So, even though he had two chances to pick up a gun, Gao Yi didn't take them.
He did not take a gun, but when he rushed towards the staircase to run up, he eagerly drew out the Warhammer.
With the Warhammer in his hand, he felt unstoppable.
