The four men stationed on either side of the doorway watched the sudden, brutal scene unfold before their eyes, fury burning in their chests. The two frantically sweeping gun barrels ruthlessly spewed forth flames of death. Watching Peter severely wounded, they felt as though an invisible hand were tightly squeezing their hearts, a tangled knot of pain, anger, and helplessness. For now, they were powerless, able only to press tightly against the sides of the door, their bodies trembling slightly from rage and tension.
Christopher, who had dropped down first the moment Peter fell, held Peter tightly. The foot of the stairs where they took cover now served as a temporary haven, not completely exposed to that relentless rain of bullets. Yet the bullets above continued to pour down like a storm, mercilessly strafing the steps before them, kicking up stone splinters like a demon's claws that carved ferocious gouges into the surrounding walls with no sign of stopping.
Christopher's gaze fell upon Peter beside him, whose face was as pale as paper, his eyes filled with guilt. Peter's arm was severely deformed, blood continuously gushing from the wound, that startling red spreading across the ground like a countdown to death. Christopher remembered the promise he made to Xu Lin—to bring the brothers back safely. Yet now, the mission had just begun; they hadn't even had time to accomplish anything, and already a comrade was gravely wounded. He knew all too well that without timely me…
Chapter 53