Their comrades had been insidiously killed by this group, and now the chance for revenge had finally arrived.
A large wave of people was rushing toward Zhao Ligeng and his team.
Although Zhao Ligeng's marksmanship was accurate, he couldn't hold off so many enemies alone.
The four of them had no choice but to fight while retreating back into the house.
Inside, the four crouched down, panting heavily.
Seeing the base's enemies slowly surround them, Li Quan, holding a gun by a window, asked, "What do we do now?"
"Hold out here. I believe Brother Lin is on his way at this very moment."
"Once Brother Lin makes a move, these enemies won't even be enough to fill the gaps in his teeth."
Tyson laughed, "Yeah, as long as we hold out for a while, Brother Lin will handle them outside himself."
With that, he positioned himself with a shotgun by the door.
As the four got into their positions, the enemies were closing in.
Gunshots rang out, deafening.
