"I never told you to come with me. Just withdraw as usual."
Second Team's captain, Liangshan Navy, picked up the pistol of a fallen peacekeeper beside him. Firing both guns in unison to suppress the enemy, he said in a low voice, "I'll buy some time and let the Deacon hold out a little longer. Maybe he can last until reinforcements arrive."
Seeing several enemies aiming in their direction forced back behind cover by his gunfire, he hunched over and was about to dart out when Little Wang suddenly tackled him from behind.
"Bullshit! What the fuck are you talking about?!" The veins on Little Wang's forehead bulged. "There are no reinforcements. You said it yourself—our branch doesn't have a Saint. By the time Red Forest City's Saint gets here, it'll be too late. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, you idiot. You just want to throw your life away and trade yourself for the Deacon."
Liangshan Navy cursed and drove his elbow into Little Wang's chest again and again, trying to knock him off. "It's just one captain dead. Headquarters can send another one over in the shortest possible time. But if a Level 5 Deacon dies, Saints don't grow on trees. The new Deacon's term will be long, and they might not even be willing to stay. Don't you know how important a stable, long-term Deacon is?!"
This guy was clearly weakened by poison, yet he erupted with tremendous strength. Liangshan Navy failed to knock him away after several blows.
Rat-a-tat-tat. A barrage of bullets rained down, punching through the vehicle's shell and embedding themselves in the front of the car.
Liangshan Navy immediately stopped elbowing him, pressed Little Wang's head down, and roared, "Listen, listen, Wang Xiao'er. Your cousin was a drug addict. He used