"This gunshot..."
The grogginess of just waking up only lasted a short moment. Li Zheng quickly regained his clearness, bounced upright and landed steadily on the floor.
"That's Lu Li's sniper rifle!"
With a wave of his hand summoning his swords, Li Zheng swiftly moved behind the door, opening a crack to look outside.
Last night, when Li Zheng set up his residence, it was almost directly opposite Lu Li's, so he had a clear view of what was happening across the way.
He saw Lu Li's residence door half open, a Tango51 sniper rifle poking out from behind the door, shooting sporadically.
He was clearly taking lessons from the time Li Zheng pulled him out early in the morning, consciously controlling the gun's barrel not to extend beyond the residence door.
Outside the door, opposing him were three tall figures in familiar combat suits, the kind that clearly marked them as Westerners.
"Another suicide squad sent by the White-headed Eagle?"
