Bullets flew by, narrowly missing John.
He sidestepped and dove away from the main entrance, sustaining various gunshot wounds on his cheek and body, but none penetrated the subdermal armor completely.
His vision flickered with noise, damaged reports flashing urgently.
The ambush came too swiftly, and the sheer number was surprising.
The attackers' weapons never ceased firing—two shotguns, one submachine gun—sparks flew as they charged out of the warehouse.
[Mission Objective Update]
[Handle Attackers 1/17 (Not Achieved)]
Bullets and text prompts appeared simultaneously.
"Fack!"
John endured the excruciating pain as he retreated, with bullets still grazing his body.
The area was too open.
There was no way to hide; trying to flee would result in being riddled with bullets.
A huge, bulky man pushed away a corpse, fully stepping outdoors.
