Without the slightest hesitation, Dean didn't even look back. He fired his gun toward the direction of the sound, a stream of bullets covering the vital points of a person's upper and lower body. In an instant, he had fired more than a dozen bullets, emptying the magazine.
This was his combat philosophy. First, empty the magazine, then see what happens next.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
A series of dull metallic impacts came from behind him.
Dean instantly sensed something was wrong. His legs burst with strength, and he leaped over a meter high, flipping mid-air. While still in the air, he had already loaded a new magazine. At the same time, in the pitch-black darkness, he clearly saw the figure standing before the electronic door.
It was a tall figure wearing something resembling an aviation suit. One hand gripped the edge of the door, steadying his body, which was recoiling from the bullets' impact, while the other hand raised a strangely shaped pistol and aimed it at him.
