The entire process lasted less than ten seconds, and after ten seconds, the gunfire stopped.
He staggered along the wall into the dining room and sat down on a chair, holding onto the table.
He looked down at his body, which was slowly oozing blood from many small holes.
A wry smile appeared on his face, "Motherfacker..."
Before he could finish his words, he fell headfirst to the ground.
Allen walked to the back door, glanced at a subordinate lying on the ground who had been shot twice, crouched down, and checked the person's injuries. Two bullets had hit his chest.
They probably hadn't hit his heart, but the situation was still critical.
When he breathed, tiny blood spots accompanied his breath spraying from his mouth and nose, along with a noticeable sensation of suffocation—signs of a large amount of blood accumulation in the lungs, making it unlikely he'd hold on until he reached the hospital.
