Liu Zhizhong let out a couple of faint hums, shaking his head, "At this point, there's no choice. Clearly, if we followed the rules, everyone would be safe and sound. But you chose to draw knives and guns on me, so I have no choice but to respond in kind."
"You... you..." The opponent was desperate and resentful, but could no longer speak.
Liu Zhizhong truly didn't waste any words, directly cut their shirts with a knife, turned them into ropes, and after tying the three individuals separately, he bundled them together tightly.
Afterward, he looked at the surveillance footage, understood the situation, then donned his gear again, grabbed a submachine gun, slung another one on his back, and took six magazines - it was plenty to ensure satisfaction!
Soon, Liu Zhizhong had stepped into the warzone.
To be honest, it was his first time engaging in a real shoot-out, and he was slightly nervous.
