Gao Guang was now brimming with confidence.
Whether one called it arrogance or full confidence, Gao Guang had self-assurance, and in his eyes, no one had a chance to shoot at him.
Considering the terrain and the situation of the battle, Gao Guang didn't want Mike to take the bullets for him anymore; all he needed was to take the enemy down first.
The principle was just that, although not everyone could put it into words.
So, when Gao Guang once again took his dual guns and charged forward at a speed several times that of a normal assault through the alley, the few following immediately felt what it was like to chase after a "Mad Dog" off its leash.
Mike could definitely keep up with Gao Guang's speed, whereas Francisco and Paul were somewhat struggling, and as for Zhao Qian, let alone running with a gun, he would find it tough to keep up even if he ran with his arms free in a sprinter's stance.
"Hey...no..."