Tin Yeung-sang and the others ran into resistance as soon as they reached the second-floor landing.
These were special forces soldiers who had only just retired, after all, and they reacted quickly.
The dozen or so men resting upstairs opened their doors and kept firing, pinning Tin Yeung-sang and the others at the stairs.
After several exchanges of fire, Tin Yeung-yee and Tin Yeung-chi each took a bullet. Tin Yeung-yee's wound was fairly serious, while three of the enemy had gone down.
Tin Yeung-sang's eyes reddened at the sight of Tin Yeung-yee's wound. He was about to charge out when Wang Jianjun pulled him back and shook his head slightly.
Wang Jianjun extended a small mirror around the corner, took a look, then signaled Tin Yeung-sang to cover him.
A moment later, when the gunfire from the room diagonally opposite stopped, Tin Yeung-sang and the others immediately leaned out and fired, keeping the men in the rooms along the corridor pinned down.
With a pistol in one hand and a military dagger in the other, Wang Jianjun charged into the first room. The instant he entered, he saw two men reloading and a third holding a gun.
Almost without thinking, Wang Jianjun hurled his dagger and threw his upper body backward.
As the gun went off, Wang Jianjun could practically feel the searing heat against the tip of his nose.
The other man clutched his neck and crumpled.
The moment Wang Jianjun hit the floor, he fired at the other two. After several shots, the room fell silent.
"Drop your guns, or I'll kill them!" a man shouted in foreign-accented Mandarin from the innermost room.
Wang Jianjun took out his mirror and checked the corridor from the doorway. A man in a suit with bruises on his face was pushed