The impact of the explosion hit, half pushing Fang Ming into the kitchen.
The deafening sound exploded by his ears, making his brain buzz.
The scattered grenade fragments shattered all the glass in the room, and the sound of shattering was incessant.
Although Fang Ming moved quickly, he was inevitably hit by grenade fragments, penetrating his uniform and embedding in his flesh, fortunately without causing fatal injury.
There was no time to think much; Fang Ming immediately rolled up and stood.
He touched his body, finding two grenades as well, and pulled one off, removed the pin, quickly walking to the door, and then threw it to the position from which the grenade came, retracting his body.
The same explosion sounded, though it was unclear if anyone was hit.
Fang Ming grabbed a gun and immediately rushed out, locking onto a shadow hiding at the staircase entrance.
Dense submachine gun bullets hit the shadow, bursting into several blood flowers, after which it fell lifelessly down.
Fang Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief, his intensely beating heart calming slightly.
His eyes anxiously swept around, gunfire echoing inside the building, unsure of how many battlefronts there were.
Fang Ming quickly ran to the Imperial Soldiers’ corpse under the stairs, stripped off all the weaponry and equipment, then looked at the ’stairs’ ahead.
Saying ’stairs,’ but it was actually just a ladder.
The upper room had a large hole, the ladder directly connected to the hole, allowing one to climb up from here.
Fang Ming looked towards the door, picked up a shard of mirror, approached the door, and stuck the mirror shard to the door frame, looking left and right.
Outside was a long corridor.
The corridor connected to several rooms, and walking out without knowing enemy numbers was asking to be a target.
Fang Ming felt a headache.
He kept switching the sides of the mirror, observing the outside situation, though the corridor was empty, he dare not proceed... the gunfire and cursing continued incessantly in the building.
Every floor had rooms fighting.
The door to the adjoining combat room abruptly smashed open.
Wooden door fragments carried two figures out, crashing against the corridor wall, the Imperial Soldier above pressing down with a dagger, trying to kill the person below, Fang Ming recognized the one underneath as the team’s streamer, he immediately popped out and fired.
Three shots hit the Imperial Soldier, one hitting the neck, instantly draining strength.
The streamer, pinned, pushed the corpse off, and before standing, Fang Ming aimed at the figure appearing in the corridor to shoot, a barrage of bullets came from the opposite direction as well.
Gunfire and the sound of shattering corridor glass loudly crackled.
The streamer beside Fang Ming also crawled back into the room quickly during this crossfire, leaning against the wall and panting in bewilderment.
Fang Ming’s exchange with the Imperial Soldiers stopped, both retreating.
The corridor was silent.
No one dared to move their head out....
Fang Ming leaned against the broken window wall and asked:
"What’s going on over there?"
The streamer next door panted and said:
"Same here, let’s guard the corridor first."
In this situation, one can’t go out... can’t come in.
Also not daring to run outside.
Who knows if enemies are watching the outside.
A surge of inexplicable frustration hit.
A big living person, trapped inside a room unable to get out, damn...
Fang Ming felt inexplicably anxious, kept adjusting his breathing, then looked into the live stream room, in the lower right corner were fifty split screens, nearly half had turned black after several minutes of fierce battle.
Only about 20 of the 50 group members were left.
This intensity truly overwhelmed Fang Ming and Yu Feng.
On Yu Feng’s split screen, he was limping towards the Imperial Soldier’s corpse, scavenging for weapons, having taken two shots to the thigh, making it impossible to leave the room.
Going out was seeking death.
In the live stream room.
Yu Feng adjusted Celestial Shark Live room, asking inside:
"What’s the situation?"
"We should be in one building, but we can’t get out, trapped."
"I’m on the first floor, next door is Xiaoyu."
"How about you guys?"
People constantly spoke inside the room:
"I’m in the far-right room on the second floor."
"I’m here on the third floor, central room."
"I’m likely on the fifth floor."
Yu Feng glanced at the outside scenery, then walked to the balcony, looking at the external height:
"I’m here too, third floor, on the right, which number are you on the right...."
Speaking, Yu Feng felt something watching him.
Turning his head right, a dark muzzle appeared in sight, cold sweat broke out on Yu Feng.
I killed three already! How is there still someone on the balcony?!!!
Not waiting for Yu Feng to react.
A gunshot, the screen instantly went black.
In the live stream room.
Yu Feng’s whole face was flushed.
The table in front was violently shaking from being slammed, the usually calm Yu Feng now couldn’t help but exclaim:
"This is ridiculous!"
"People on the balcony?!!"
Previously, old Zhao thief said it was several floors high, many players didn’t understand what happened.