BOOM!!
Inside the enormous cement factory.
Two figures, one after the other, fell from the steel platform and crashed into the machinery below.
Amid the dull thuds, dust and debris flew from the tarps covering the equipment, filling their nostrils.
Letting out a soft cough, Yang Wangtao, who wore a blast-proof helmet, felt a flicker of emotion in his eyes. He suppressed the pain from the fall of several meters and immediately got to his feet.
His gaze swept the area, and he saw Qiu Shan, several meters away, also getting up.
He pulled the trigger again, firing a continuous volley at the man's head.
BANG! BANG! BANG!!
Gunshots rang out in quick succession, each one aimed with pinpoint accuracy at the other man's forehead.
Qiu Shan, dressed in a black leather trench coat, looked furious. A vicious, eerie green light, like that of a wolf, glinted in his eyes.
