The recent shooting had come from the opposing tunnel.
That narrow tunnel, barely wide enough for four people to squat side by side, was lined with a crisscrossing web of firepower from six long guns.
If they even dared to peek their heads out, they would be met with a hundred percent certainty by a frenzied welcome of bullets.
Remember this.
Just a moment ago, when they had briefly exposed themselves, nearly every lady's bulletproof vest bore the mark of the enemy's bullets.
Imagine, if it weren't for the bulletproof vests, just one peek earlier could have cost the lives of a dozen or twenty young blossoms.
"Click-click..."
Lulu Anderson rechecked her ammunition, pulled at the safety, and suddenly shouted, "Charge again!"
Before the others could react, Lulu Anderson had already rushed towards the tunnel entrance, and without any hesitation, the rest followed suit, guns in hand.
