He-El grabbed the back collar of the girl with shit on her face and dragged her toward the bend. As they passed it, he quickly stripped the magazines from three AK47s on the floor, took two M57 grenades from the corpses, and flung the girl against the wall beyond the corner.
"Click, click, click..." The girl with shit on her face gasped desperately, her chest heaving and pupils wide as she frantically pulled the AK47's trigger.
The AK47 was already out of bullets.
The narrow, cramped steel corridor fell silent.
"Move! Kill them!" Several armed soldiers who had been pinned down by the girl heard the gunfire stop and the clicking of the empty weapon. They immediately shouted and ran out from another bend.
He-El calmly listened until all their footsteps had emerged, then swiftly extended the AK47 in his hand and pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..." In half a second, six shots blew apart the heads of the six armed soldiers rushing over. He then pulled back behind the corner and calmly listened to the chaotic footsteps around him.
"What's your name?" He-El glanced at the girl with shit on her face, who was leaning against the wall, and tossed her an AK47 magazine.
With adrenaline surging through her, the girl was gulping in air and did not process He-El's question. She merely caught the magazine on instinct, fumbled over the scorching AK47, and somehow managed to remove the empty magazine and insert the loaded one. She pulled back the bolt with natural ease, pursing her lips with the air of a hardened bandit.
"What's your name?" He-El asked again. He briefly checked both sides, listening to the dense, disorderly footsteps stomping through the corridors and constructing a three-dimensional map in his mind.
"What happened?"