The shipping container was an enclosed space, and the sound of gunfire was amplified many times as it reverberated off the walls. After Ren Jie fired, the gunshot made his ears ring.
But he still heard a muffled groan from the depths of the container.
Could that have hit him?
He didn't dare be careless and promptly rolled to one side of the container to avoid return fire.
However, there was no counterattack, only a subdued scream.
He pulled out a flashlight and, in the instant he switched it on, tossed it deep into the container.
As the flashlight spun into the depths of the container, Ren Jie got a clear view of the situation inside.
There was only one man inside, writhing on the floor and wailing, a dark red patch blooming on his right shoulder—the spot Ren Jie had just hit.
Three meters away from the man, a handgun lay silently on the ground.
He must have reflexively tossed it aside after being shot.
