Just moments ago, Gao Yi and his team had fired on the CIA with three cannons and three Gatling guns, to which the CIA could do nothing.
Now it was the CIA's turn for retaliation, but all they sent were a few light infantry to face certain death. After three rounds of gunfire, there were casualties, yet they couldn't breach the position.
Naaoi had been talked up to the skies, the fame of the CIA Special Action Team was thunderous, yet when it came to the crunch, that was it?
That wasn't very impressive.
Now Gao Yi felt confident again, whispering, "Seems that's all they've got."
"You'd think that from inside the house, but we can't get out."
Li Jie's voice was grave. Gao Yi's ears kept ringing, so Li Jie's voice sounded muffled and unclear to him.
"What do you mean, can't get out? What happens if we go out?"
"Whoever shows their head dies. If the enemy just blockades us without attacking, there's no chance for us to leave."