A gunshot rang out.
Frightened, Ding Le and the others scrambled to flee. Who would have thought that Gu Ji would suddenly start killing, nor expected gunshots to co from the driver’s compartnt?
They waited for a full minute.
The second shot didn’t co.
Only then did Gu Ji cautiously move along the wall behind the vehicle, circling to a safe position to observe the driver’s compartnt.
Thanks to his previously enhanced sensory organs, both his vision and hearing had improved. Using the reflection of the high-power flashlight in the parking lot, he saw the side window was sared with blood, and the blade of a fire axe was embedded in the man’s neck.
Not feeling assured, Gu Ji randomly grabbed sothing from his backpack and threw it towards the car door. Thud, the rope hit the car door with a muffled sound. There was no response from inside, but it scared Wang Jinkang beside him.
"He should be dead..."
He quickly walked to the front of the car, pulled the fire axe from the windshield, confird the target was dead, then moved to the side of the door. Wielding the axe with both hands, bang, he hacked at the car door lock, easily breaking the lock cylinder and pulling open the car door with barely any effort.
Yang Dong, hiding behind the support pillar, watched anxiously.
"So you planned all this ahead of ti?"
"Sort of."
Gu Ji didn’t elaborate. Actually, when Wang Jinkang called him over, he had already been scrutinizing the thug inside the car, sensing sothing odd in his eyes. Then he discreetly inspected the car and indeed found bullet holes on the door panel.
This suggested the thug might have a gun and had tried to break in without success.
So, if they showed any refusal or resistance, the thug would imdiately raise his gun and attack, putting Gu Ji at a disadvantage.
Instead, feigning a rescue and launching a surprise attack would catch the opponent off guard!
Once the car door was open, the limp body fell towards Gu Ji. He pushed it aside and seized the black handgun from his hand, noticing it was a Northern Myanmar imitation of the Glock 17, like Dahai’s.
He skillfully pulled the slide, checked the chamber, and pressed the magazine catch. The 17-round magazine had 13 rounds left, plus the chamber, totaling 14 rounds.
After verifying the bullet count, Gu Ji reinserted the magazine, holding the gun tightly with both hands. His right hand’s thumb web rested under the gun’s slide, while his thumb pressed against the base of his left thumb, gripping the side of the gun to prevent the weaker hand from failing to absorb recoil and causing a shift, affecting accuracy.
He briefly sighted along the rear aperture and front sight post.
The Glock 17’s performance was excellent, even the imitation version retained most advantages. Besides being compact and lightweight with a high bullet capacity, its unique trigger safety and firing chanism were simple and safe, explaining its adoption by military and police forces worldwide.
Watching Gu Ji’s proficient and agile actions, Ding Le and others were stunned.
"Mr. Wa, you... can use guns?"
"I trained a bit."
Gu Ji replied while continuing to search the thug’s waist, and after confirming there were no extra magazines, he shook his head and looked at the others, "How did your search go?"
"I found two bottles of water and a pack of cookies."
"I found two portions of leftovers and a backpack."
Pan Xinli, anwhile, waved palm sugar in her hand, smiling sheepishly.
"That’s enough. Let’s find more on the road."
Gu Ji collected the supplies, inserted the fire axe with the handle pointing down into his left-side belt hook, picked up the high-power flashlight from the ground, and placed it under his right hand holding the gun. The flashlight beam was parallel to the muzzle side, a classic flashlight shooting grip thod known as the Harris technique.
Its advantage was a stable hand position, with the flashlight direction close to the aiming axis.
Given he had a gun now.
Gu Ji had beco the team’s leader. When he said they needed to leave, the others obediently followed behind.
After passing through the gap back to the first underground floor.
He briefly shone upward through the stairwell, observing the cracked stairs irregularly shaped, missing corners, narrowing halfway, and so completely broken, looking dangerously treacherous.
But Gu Ji had no other choice.
To climb upwards, he could only rely on the fire escape or the elevator shaft.
The elevator shaft was sturdier but had no exposed ladders on all sides. Without professional equipnt, climbing was very difficult. Falling halfway could lead to severe injury or death.
In contrast, the stairwell’s dangers were at least visible and tangible.
After confirming the general conditions from the first to the fifth floors, Gu Ji turned off the flashlight, "The stairs are deford from external pressure, posing a collapse risk. Everyone, be very careful, only one person can go at a ti!"
After saying this, he led the way onto the stairs.
"Creak..."
As soon as Gu Ji stepped on, the cracked concrete stairs emitted an unsettling noise of tal shaking, making the gums ache. He imdiately halted, and since the staircase didn’t sway, he proceeded to step forward.
Reaching the stair platform, he leaned into the corner against the wall and signaled for the others to follow.
Ding Le was sowhat afraid.
"Mr. Wa, why don’t you turn on the flashlight? It’s so dark..."
"There are too many thugs and desperados around here. Constant exposure to light easily draws their attention."
Gu Ji casually explained, as these were common knowledge for police tactics.
At any ti, a tactical flashlight should not be lit continuously. It’s important to fully utilize the ambient light, hearing, and sll to assess the environnt, briefly illuminating as needed, and moving imdiately upon extinguishing the flashlight to avoid being exposed.
Though the stairwell light was dim, it wasn’t pitch black.
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