C75 They Couldn't Hold on Any Longer!

In a burst of excitement, Zhang Yang hurled his service weapon aside and spun around to yell at the two officers behind him, "How many rounds do we have left?"

"We're running low—just three bullets," stammered the officer to his left.

"I'm down to my last two," the officer on the right added wearily.

"Then it's down to fists and guts," Zhang Yang declared, snatching up a folding chair