第58章 "枪声激战中的溃退" (Gunfire and Retreat in the Battle)

**58章：**绵延的激战**

Zhao Jium's words were barely out of his mouth when a burst of gunfire echoed through the corridor. Lin Hao instinctively ducked back behind the wall, his heart racing with adrenaline. The mercenaries were relentless, pouring in from multiple directions, their firepower overwhelming.

"We need to fall back!" Zhao Jium yelled, his voice piercing the din of battle. "Now!"

Lin Hao hesitated for a split second, then scrambled to his feet, dashing to the nearest door. He slammed it shut behind him, just as a bullet tore through the wood, sending splinters flying.

Zhao Jium and the others followed close behind, their footsteps echoing in the narrow corridor. Lin Hao grabbed a nearby rifle, checking the magazine before nodding to Zhao Jium.

"Secure the door, then provide overwatch," he barked, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger.

Zhao Jium nodded, taking up a position by the door. "I've got your six, Lin Hao."

The two of them held their position, exchanging hasty orders as the mercenaries tried to breach the door. The sounds of gunfire and shattering glass filled the air, but the team held firm.

Just as it seemed they were about to push back the attackers, a loud explosion rocked the corridor. Lin Hao stumbled, his ears ringing from the blast. When he regained his footing, he saw that the door was now lying in shards on the ground, and the mercenaries were pouring in.

Zhao Jium's voice cut through the chaos. "Fall back to the next door! Now!"

Lin Hao didn't hesitate, dashing through the smoke-filled corridor with Zhao Jium close behind. They burst through the next door, slamming it shut behind them just as the mercenaries closed in.

Panting, Lin Hao turned to Zhao Jium, his eyes locking onto the other man's. "What's the plan, Zhao Jium?"

Zhao Jium's face was grim. "We need to get out of here, now. We're too exposed."

Lin Hao nodded, his mind racing. But before he could speak, a faint voice echoed down the corridor, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Psst... Lin Hao... is that you?"

Lin Hao's eyes locked onto Zhao Jium's, his heart racing with uncertainty. Who was that? And what did they want?

The door suddenly lurched open, and a figure tumbled in, gasping for breath. Lin Hao's gun swung up, ready to take aim...

But just as he was about to pull the trigger, the figure looked up, their eyes locking onto his. And Lin Hao's finger froze, his heart skipping a beat.

The figure was none other than...

To be continued...