His face was a mask of killing intent as he looked down from above.
"Die!"
BANG!!
The gunshot echoed, rattling eardrums.
Lu Chao's pupils contracted as he dodged to the side, taking cover behind a piece of machinery.
THWAP!
A shallow hole was blasted into the grimy concrete floor. Dust and debris flew everywhere, spattering against the tarp covering the adjacent machine and making it rustle.
Lu Chao pressed his back against the machine, concealing himself in the shadows.
Holding his breath, he could almost hear his own heartbeat.
But at the same time, he heard several other sounds.
The fight at the back of the factory was still going on. It was undoubtedly Yang Wangtao doing his best to pin down Qiu Shan, and the commotion was just as loud as their own.
From the back-left of the second-floor platform came the rustling of hostages cowering in fear, along with panicked whimpers and sobs.
But that wasn't what he was focused on.
