Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Han Che didn't intend to give Said any time to react. He took another step forward and grabbed Said's wrist with his left hand.

Saeed tried to dodge, but Han Che was incredibly fast and couldn't dodge; his wrist was grabbed.

He exerted all his strength, trying to break free of the restraints, but felt that the other person's hands were like iron clamps, and he could not break free at all.

Saeed kicked Han Che in the stomach with all his might, and Han Che took the blow hard. At the same time, Saeed punched him hard in the face with his right hand.

That punch landed squarely!

Saeed was sent flying to the side, crashing into the wall. He stood up, panting heavily, and stared intently at Han Che's iron helmet.

He wanted to see clearly what kind of monster was under that helmet.

The two sides put some distance between themselves. Han Che did not continue to get close, but instead slowly bent down to pick up his gun.

Suddenly, Sayyid reached into his clothes, and there was a dripping sound.

"Get them!"

A smoke grenade suddenly exploded at Sayyid's feet.

Three figures rushed out of the smoke.

At the very front was a shield-bearer, Asara, with his riot shield raised in front of him. Behind the shield, half of a gun barrel protruded, firing in a rapid-fire, fully automatic burst.

Behind him were two Asara soldiers, rifles in hand, running and firing as they charged forward as if their lives depended on it.

The sudden reinforcements caught Han Che off guard. Bullets lashed out at him, but fortunately, his level 5 armor allowed him to retreat to cover and quickly change his magazine.

Mule lay prone against the wall, having witnessed the battle with Wang Kuoquan, and they were almost speechless with astonishment.

He really didn't know how to act, fearing that firing a shot would only make things worse, so he simply watched.

At this moment, Han Che was seen reloading, while the three Asara soldiers continued to charge forward.

The mule patted Wang Kuo on the ground, and Wang Kuo immediately understood.

The two men got up at the same time, no longer caring about whether they would break even, and opened fire with all their might on the three charging Asara soldiers, hoping to buy them some time.

Most of the bullets were blocked by the riot shields, but the firepower from the two gun lines did prevent the three Asara soldiers from getting close to Han Che.

With a clear click.

After reloading, Han Che darted out from behind cover and fired a shot at the foot of the riot shield at the very bottom.

The shield-bearer's feet slipped, his body swayed, and his shield revealed the position of the person behind him.

The three Asara soldiers only saw the person in front of them; two red lights flashed through the gaps in the iron helmet.

Then...

boom!

Three shots were fired, each bullet aimed directly at the three soldiers' foreheads.

Unable to control his shield, the shieldbearer managed to stand upright as much as possible in his final moments.

He blocked all three bullets by himself, and three clouds of blood exploded from his head, chest, and neck.

Han Che was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected the shield soldier to act this way, and he couldn't help but think of his own subordinate.

In that half-second of hesitation, the two Asara soldiers behind him did not slow down at all; they charged straight over the corpses of the shield bearers.

He fired as he ran, bullets flying everywhere.

The other one lunged forward, fired his gun in mid-air, and then rolled upon landing, raising his gun to sweep the ground.

Han Che immediately ducked to avoid the bullets. This tactic... looks so familiar. No wonder he was taught by the same master. It's all in the style of Saeed.

This reckless attack actually managed to temporarily suppress Han Che's movements.

Wang Kuo, who was lying on the ground, seized the opportunity at this moment, and both soldiers turned sharply to the side!

He immediately opened fire, rat-a-tat-tat! The whistling bullets struck a soldier in the neck, causing him to spin halfway around, kneel down, and lie face down.

Then, the last man was shot in the head by Han Che, and the bodies of the two Asara soldiers were piled on top of each other.

The gunfire ceased and silence returned in front of the manager's office in the east building.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, Saeed was nowhere to be seen.

"Are you two alright?" Han Che turned around and saw the two people lying behind him. He had been fighting with Said and hadn't paid attention to them.

Han Che was already quite satisfied that the two of them didn't show up when he was fighting Saeed, or that Saeed had taken them hostage.

Moreover, they had just helped delay Asara's soldiers' offensive pace.

Thinking back to my previous life, when I was working with bosses, how many amazing bosses tried to help out by finishing off the Twins while they were launching a fierce attack, only to be instantly killed the moment they showed their faces...

Then one person would have to go pull the boss, and in the end, the one who was controlling the recoil would be killed by the three of them.

Countless such scenes are still vivid in my mind. It's already quite remarkable that Mule Wang Kuo was able to recognize his own level.

"Brother Han, we're alright." Mule stood up and dusted himself off.

"Alright, let Said get away. Let's quickly ransack the manager's office in the east building."

"Okay...okay!"

……

The innermost room of the study is on the first floor of the east wing of the administration building.

The door was closed. Old K leaned against the wall, holding a gun. The tall, thin man squatted to the side.

The person was focused and listened intently to the sounds outside the door.

The gunfire has stopped for five minutes.

Old K turned to look at the tall, thin man: "Did you hear that?"

The tall, thin man shook his head: "The gunfire has stopped?"

"Finished?"

"It should be."

Old K was silent for a while. His right hand still hurt. The two fingers that Han Che had bent were swollen and painful to the touch.

He was shot a few more times by Saeed. Although they were all grazes and cuts, and the short, stocky man took the bullets, he still grimaced in pain.

He just wrapped the cloth around his neck several times to tighten it, and then took a painkiller, which made him feel a little better.

The tall, thin man asked, "What do we do now?"

Old K didn't answer, he was frowning and thinking.

The dwarf was dead, lying in the connecting corridor, half his head gone, he saw it with his own eyes.

The gunfire has stopped.

Who's winning?

If Saeed wins, then there shouldn't be any more noise upstairs.

If the other team had won, they would have been severely weakened by now, probably looting supplies and healing themselves upstairs.

Saeed's bag, and the dwarf's bag, how fat must they be!

And that short guy's gun, the modified G3 is worth almost 100,000.

Saeed's bag, bald head armor, and gun alone are worth hundreds of thousands.

Old K licked his lips.

"Let's go up and take a look," he said.

The tall, thin man was stunned: "Huh? Go up? What if Said is still there?"

"We have to check whether he's there or not," Old K said. "We can't throw away the dwarf's gear. How are we going to explain this back home?"

The tall, thin man was speechless.

Old K stood up and stretched his numb legs. His fingers hurt so much he grimaced.

"You go first," he said.

The tall, thin man's face turned pale, and his voice trembled: "Why did I walk in front?"

"You're tall, you can see far, which makes you good at reconnaissance."

The tall, thin man wanted to argue, but seeing Old K's stern face, he didn't dare to open his mouth. He stood up, twisted his body, held the gun properly, and gently pushed open the door.

There was no sound outside. Then, the tall man and Old K, one after the other, slowly made their way out of the study.

They want to be the last laugher in the administration building!