Bang, bang, after a few gunshots, the other side suddenly went silent, and smoke rose from the bodies of those who were hit. Immediately, Luo Dawei led people to rush behind the enemy for blockage, encirclement, and after a wild sweep, they finally wiped out this small group of pursuers.
Gathering all the remaining people, two lieutenants counted the number of people and found that four were missing.
"Who's missing?" Luo Dawei asked.
"One hostage, Lun Xiaoman, Feng Yongzhuo, and—" Luo Dawei's lieutenant swallowed back the last three words, discreetly glanced at Yao Ke's expression, and lowered his head.
Yao Ke watched as his lieutenant, Li Juntao, frantically searched the area for comrades and the missing hostage.
Luo Dawei tore off his hat and slammed it angrily onto the dust-laden yellow earth.
Li Juntao ran several laps and found no one. When he returned, his eyes dryly staring at Yao Ke, speechless.
