The gunfight was brief, lasting just a few clips of ammunition, ending as adrenaline barely took effect.
A group of people converged, quickly dispersing to secure the surrounding streets, checking the bodies, and handling the scene, allowing the tension to slowly dissipate.
John appeared the most natural.
He stood alone on the other side, head down, inspecting the Skuqi revolver in his hand.
This gun was worth spending time to acclimate to; it could resolve narrow environments difficult for Triangular Maple to operate in, or face combat situations.
Gerry and Maya naturally gravitated towards the boss.
They wore bulletproof vests, equipped with the standard version of the Rongju combat rifle, all second-hand goods from the black market, with close-fitting blades at their waists.
At least they looked the part.
Gerry's street experience mainly focused on business operations, and the gunfight had him furrowing his brows, always gazing around pointlessly.
