Walking out of the office door, the spacious lobby was a scene of chaos.
Exquisite murals were riddled with bullet holes, forming a honeycomb pattern, and the luxurious marble columns were peppered with bullet marks and covered in scorch marks from explosions.
Heavily armed mercenaries stood like cold sculptures, leaning against overturned sofas, broken stone columns, and temporary piles of sandbags, forming a tight defensive circle.
The dark muzzles of their guns pointed in every possible threatening direction, while the air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder, the scent of blood, and suffocating dust.
Du Er was at the end of his rope, and the few guard soldiers couldn't withstand a round of shelling from Song Heping.
Outside the door, Song Heping returned to the command vehicle, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and took a big gulp. Before he could put it down, Jiang Feng arrived.
"Old squad leader!"
