Fitz and Jemma's suppressing fire against the enemy was gradually thinning out. They did not have much ammunition left either. Mike, on the other hand, was a big, strong man using a shotgun, so he still had some ammo to spare.
Watching Coulson and the others around him look as though their bones had been pulled out, their faces full of helplessness, Su Ming lost his smile and said quietly, "The timing is just right."
"What timing?"
Melinda, who had not gone off track this whole time, could be called the most attentive person present. Her delicate brows furrowed as she stared sternly at Su Ming.
For some reason, she seemed especially wary of Deathstroke. She had not even glanced at the soda in front of her and was the most guarded person there aside from Coulson.
Su Ming rose from behind the cover and slowly drew Godslayer from his belt pouch, turning it into the form of a massive cleaver. The blade even bore four golden Chinese characters: "XX hero." May stared at it in a daze.
Unlike mixed-race people like her and Skye, Melinda May was a genuine Chinese American. She had grown up in Guangdong. Her mother died young, and she had an older brother. Their father had smuggled them into the United States to seek refuge with wealthy relatives who owned a restaurant in San Francisco, and their lives had been fairly good.
But their good days lasted only a few years. Their wealthy relatives died, and the restaurant was on the verge of closing down. Since they were illegal immigrants, the Immigration Bureau came knocking. Their father suddenly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and entered a vegetative state. At the critical moment, May's brother displayed a calmness beyond ordinary people and actually secured several days from