"I understand."
Qiao Xiaren glanced once, then leapt down the stairs, her movements smooth from start to finish, very swift.
"What are you doing here?" Si Limo turned back to see her. A cold light flashed in his eyes and he instantly stood in front of her. They began to inspect the surroundings with their backs against each other, their guns seeming ready to fire at any moment.
The atmosphere tensed once again.
"Sniper at one o'clock!"
Si Limo's sharp eyes spotted the attacking enemy. He moved quickly, sweeping her into his arms with a dance-like spin, one arm holding her tightly at the waist.
In the midst of the spin, the scene looked simply breathtaking.
Qiao Xiaren held her gun high and aimed directly at the enemy's head, adjusting her aim.
A cold light flashed in his eyes as he raised his hand to fine-tune Qiao Xiaren's aim. The two hands overlapped. His voice sounded in her ear: "Are you ready? We're about to shoot."