Pawa did not hesitate. Chasing after the rolling metal door, he charged inside.
The room was largely dark, with only the sensor night-light in the corner still casting a faint glow. Other than that, there was the continuous flare of gunfire. The flickering light roughly outlined the room, along with the dark figures hiding behind furniture throughout it. Their silhouettes were unnaturally uniform; they were probably armed to the teeth.
As for how many there were, Tao Ju had no idea at all.
With his heavily modified body, he could have tried charging through this web of firepower formed by light weapons. Tao Ju had indeed charged in, and now he had fallen into an inescapable trap. Turning around and driving away now would most likely mean silently sinking to the bottom of the river.
He might as well follow Pawa, the absurdly powerful man who had fought his way out of East 725 District, and try to win amid the chaos.
But skill was skill. The moment he rushed to the doorway, he cried out and took a bullet in the shoulder. He dropped to the ground in pain, felt around and found a gun—probably belonging to some unlucky bastard who had been struck by the metal door Pawa had kicked away. Ignoring everything else, he fired into the room, barely providing some covering fire.
Miraculously, the barrage inside really did weaken and die down rapidly.
Tao Ju was not narcissistic enough to claim the credit for himself. That lean-looking Pawa truly lived up to his reputation. He was a fucking beast...
The thought had barely crossed his mind when a violent burst of explosive fire and shockwave erupted from the inner room.
Tao Ju smashed his face against the floor, avoiding the blast, but quickly came to his