"Target spotted! The Ninth Team is under attack! Send backup, now!"
Yu Mo Shuo shouted himself hoarse as personnel converged from all sides and sealed off the nearby roads.
Brando paid them no mind. With a garbage truck on his shoulder, he led the charge, flipping aside vehicles that sped in to block him with one hand. Then he leaped high and broke through the cordon under a hail of bullets.
The real problem was the sniper on the roof.
Bang!
Brando dodged several sniper rounds in succession, but one still struck him in the chest.
Blood burst from the wound, and his heart sank.
Digg was worse off. He had already taken three shots.
This was no ordinary sniper. His reactions were too fast: he could fire several shots in quick succession, predicting their evasive moves and cutting off their escape routes.
"Fuck! I knew this was an ambush! Hua Ji, come out!" Brando roared.
A sniper could not have taken position that quickly. Yu Mo Shuo's people had only just arrived, and a sniper this capable had to be one of Hua Ji's.
That could only mean Hua Ji had planted Double Pupils experts here long ago, laying an Impenetrable Net.
"Get off the road! Into the alley!" Brando shouted, leading his people into a narrow lane.
At last, they shook the sniper.
But after half a minute of running, just as the exit came into sight, Evil Dragon appeared and blocked it.
"Brando, give me my brother back," Evil Dragon said coldly.
"You little bastard! Die!" Brando did not slow down. He drove his fist into the wall on his right, gouging a trench through it as he charged.
Then he threw a punch, sending broken bricks and chunks of concrete hurtling at Evil Dragon's face.
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