"FBI, everyone drop your weapons!" A loud voice came from outside, carrying undeniable authority.
Zhou Qingfeng heard the voice like it was heavenly music. He only had two magazines, which were nowhere near enough for a prolonged high-intensity confrontation.
Moreover, the number of killers outside was unknown. If they decided to set a fire, he would be forced to jump out the window to escape, which would be even more dangerous.
However, the two killers tonight were clearly not ordinary people.
The killer inside the house, despite being shot in the thigh, remained silent, stubbornly trying to fight back; the killer outside the house was even fearless of the FBI's arrival, immediately turning their gun to open fire on the agents.
The arriving FBI agents were only two, clearly not expecting such fierce resistance.
They were forced to flee in a panic, hiding behind their vehicle's engine to barely avoid the killer's fire.
