C367 A Strange Hotel(3)

"Scrape, scrape, scrape..."

The sound of rubber soles scraping against the floor grew louder as it approached. Without a command from Kiu Qianjun, the Bayonet Team positioned at the corner swiftly responded.

Almost simultaneously, four rifles were trained on the corner. Each person instinctively held their breath, eyes fixed, unwilling to glance away even slightly.

"Scrape, scrape, scrape..