After approaching the door, I listened to the movement outside, and when there was no movement, I immediately held the gun in my right hand and took aim, and my left hand stretched out and slowly pushed open the door a little. But just as I pushed the door open a little, I saw a figure flash up the stairs outside the door, followed by two gunshots.

It was a side door, and the bullets hit the side that I was firing on, and both bullets pierced the door and hit the wall on my side. I dodged and fired two shots back at the door, but after the shots rang out I heard footsteps outside that sounded like they were running up.

I quickly pushed open the door and looked up, then lifted my foot and chased after him. But I've only climbed half the floor, and the old guy stopped moving when he heard my footsteps here. I immediately stopped my pace, slowed down, and raised the muzzle of my gun to aim at the staircase above and at the handrail above. After a moment of silence, the footsteps rang out again, and I picked up speed again, but before I had taken two steps and the footsteps above disappeared again, the gunshots rang out from above, and two more bullets fell.

The two shots were accurate, one shot directly at the handrail of the stairs next to me, and almost hit my left arm, which was close to the handrail. I quickly leaned to the right to avoid the enemy's firing range, but as I moved, footsteps from above rang out again, followed by a burst of words.

"You're running out of time! I advise you to hurry up and find your own people and get out of here. The man spoke in pure Russian, and it was clear from the words that the man was out of breath and out of breath.

I didn't reply but sped up, and at this time, do you still have the leisure to talk to me? That's what I admire. But now is an opportunity, he has said that he has reached the end of his rope, and he is already scared, and wants to interfere with me in this way and make me give up.

I chased him up two floors again, and I felt the distance between me and him shortening, and I was getting closer to him. But just as I picked up speed, the old guy pulled the trigger at me again. However, this time the effect was not as good as the previous one, and this shot did not pose any threat to me. I paused for a moment and continued to chase after it, and after climbing another half floor I saw a flashing back from above, and I raised my hand to shoot it. The bullet hit the wall of the hallway and missed, and the old creature quickly ran up the stairs and upwards.

Here's your chance! I saw his back again and suddenly I felt like victory was in my hands. I picked up my speed and said in return, "Don't run." You can't run. Have pity on your legs and feet. ”

The old guy didn't say much, let alone stop, but there was a sneer of "ha", followed by a sound of the door closing.

I quickly followed and came to the safety exit on this level. I looked up at the floor, the eighth floor. This old thing actually took me up so many floors with an injury, and it seems that he usually doesn't exercise much. I raised my gun and pushed open the door to the safety exit. This time the old thing didn't shoot, and I soon heard the sound of trotting footsteps coming from inside.

I quickly flashed into the eighth floor, which was already the guest room, and just as I followed the footsteps and saw the old thing's back, he turned around and raised his hand to shoot it.

I quickly dodged backwards and ducked to the safety exit door. His bullet hit a painting hanging in the hallway, sending it straight to the ground. I quickly aimed sideways, and at this moment in the straight aisle, the target seemed to be unusually easy to aim, and he could not dodge, so he could only run forward, but just as I was aiming at him, I noticed that this guy actually stopped and aimed at me.

I hesitated for a moment and pulled the trigger, and the old thing was much more resolute than I was at the moment, and after seeing me, the gun rang out again after a very brief adjustment.

His shot nearly hit me again, almost hitting my shoulder. I could already clearly feel the wave of air from the bullet slicing through the squeezing air on my right cheek. And my bullet must have hit. I didn't see it clearly, but I think I hit it.

I looked sideways again, and saw that the old guy was no longer standing there, but lying face up on the ground.

He's finished! I immediately walked out with my gun in hand. I took a quick look at him, and his gun was out of his hand and thrown aside, and my bullet must have hit his right leg in the thigh. Moments after he lay down, he tried to roll over and get his pistol.

I quickened my pace to get there, but just then, there was a sudden sound of footsteps from behind the old thing, and just as I quickly slowed down and lowered my body to look there, a figure flashed out and quickly pulled the trigger.

At this moment, I had nothing to dodge on either side, so I immediately lay down on the ground and pulled the trigger on the guy who shot him, and at the same time I saw another pair of hands quickly appear behind the old thing, dragging him directly to a place I could not see.

The guy who fired the shot was hit by me, and after two shots, he quickly dodged to dodge, and as he dodged, he was hit by me. Still, he staggered and disappeared from my view.

I waited for a moment and then quickly got up from the ground because I heard footsteps over there, and the footsteps were getting farther and farther away. I quickly came to the place where the old thing had fallen to the ground. It turned out to be a passage junction, and just as I was leaning around the corner, gunshots rang out again from the passageway, and two bullets hit the corner of the wall next to me.

I quickly glanced sideways, and saw someone walking quickly with the old thing. Behind them was a man who was hobbling back and looking at me. His reaction was noticeably slower at the moment, as it was only after I could see him sideways that he raised his gun again and fired a shot. This shows that this guy should be injured a lot, the injury has made it difficult for him to continue, and now it is time to make a final effort.

I glanced quickly at the old guy's pistol not far from my feet, it was a Glock. I quickly picked him up and put him in my pocket. I'm running out of bullets, and maybe I'll have to rely on the bullets in this gun to play a key role in the end.

I looked sideways again, but this time with the flat muzzle, and I pulled the trigger when I saw the man. The guy didn't have time to react and fell straight down after being shot.

I ran quickly towards him, and when I approached him, I recognized this guy, and it was Reed. He was still trying to raise the gun in his hand when he saw me coming to him, and although he was out of gun, he was still hooking the index finger of his right hand...