"Stop!"
Huang An, who was hurrying through the corridor, suddenly stopped. Clenching his fist, he raised his hand and the guards behind him halted, their bodies tensed.
This was a T-junction. Moving forward would lead to two passages to the left and right. Huang An had already memorized the layout of the Underground Red Building and planned the route. However, corners like this ninety-degree turn were ideal spots for ambushes.
Huang An raised his hand and made several tactical gestures to his subordinates. The four guards directly behind him sprang into action, two on each side. After exchanging glances, they simultaneously moved—two rolling forward, another dashing out lightning-fast with his gun aimed straight down the corridor.
The two groups backed each other up to ensure no one could attack from behind.
"Clear."
"Clear."
"Leave two people behind, the rest move forward," ordered Huang An, leading the others past the junction and to the right.
Crackle.
