Reid was shot twice, one in the left side of the rib, which was supposed to be the one that wounded him. The fatal shot hit the guy in the chest.

I quickly picked up Reed's pistol and pulled out the magazine to look at it. This gun is also a Glock, and it looks like there should be about ten rounds left in the magazine. I quickly pressed my magazine back and looked up to see that Krzhakov had disappeared with the man who was holding him. Instead of immediately chasing him, I crouched down again and quickly touched Reed's pocket, on whom I found my passport, wallet, and phone.

With all of this on my body, I got up again and ran in the direction they had fled. But to my surprise, these two people ran very fast, and after looking left and right, I didn't see the two people. I immediately returned to Reed's side and lowered my head and began to look for possible traces of blood on the ground. Sure enough, about five or six meters away from where Reed was lying, I saw fresh blood. I immediately followed the bloodstains, and a moment later I came to another safe exit on this level.

I was immediately discouraged by the fact that as soon as I went out, I had to do an up or down multiple-choice question, and I could face the muzzle of the gun waiting for me. Although the two people on the other side may not continue to try to kill me so calmly at this moment, after all, they don't know if I have called in manpower, and now the situation is not in their favor, if they blindly try to kill me, they will lose the opportunity to escape.

But no matter what, I had to chase it down. I've already chased this here and wounded the old guy again, can I still give up? Maybe I'll be able to catch up with them soon after I open the door? After all, the old thing was injured again, and with the previous toss, I think an old fox who is already old should not be able to run far no matter how cunning he is.

So I reached open the door to the exit, and although I didn't think they would be waiting for me outside like they had been, I was careful to push open a little crack in the door when I was ready to shoot and then walked out after seeing what was going on outside.

I immediately checked the marks on the ground as soon as I walked out, and soon I saw a trail of blood with traces of being dragged. This may have been left behind by the old guy's injured leg that he couldn't walk away from the call, and the man who rescued him forced him forward.

This trace did not go down but continued upstairs, and I really admired that they still had to go upstairs. I immediately stepped upwards, and after chasing one more layer I found that the trail had entered the ninth floor. Again, I cautiously pushed open the door and stepped into the floor. This floor is still a guest room, and as soon as I entered, I noticed the movement around me and immediately began to look at the ground. I found blood not far from the door, but when I followed the crossing, I suddenly couldn't see anything. I immediately looked back at the road I had walked, there was no other intersection in the direction I had walked, it could not have been me. So why is it no longer here?

Did they hide in one of the rooms I walked past behind me? Thinking of this, I immediately turned around and turned back to the safety exit. As I walked, a question suddenly occurred to me, and that was why they had come to this level, or perhaps this question could have been asked a little further, that is, why the old guy had run to the eighth floor.

To put it simply, the old guy seemed to be unable to hold on, and I was forced to enter the eighth floor when I chased him closer and closer, and even saw his back and shot him. But what if you think about it the other way around, or think about it more carefully? If that old guy can't do it, he can have chosen a floor to hide before, is there any difference between him and running all the way to the eighth floor and almost being killed by me? If there is a difference ... What's the difference? Is there simply someone on the eighth floor to answer him? And then continue to climb the stairs with him?

I stopped thinking about this, because I thought they were going to the ninth floor, which was this floor. The old guy may be the real force to enter the eighth floor. It was a lot like he had made it straight to the ninth floor, but he saw that he couldn't run away if he ran on the eighth floor, so he went to the eighth floor first to stall for time so that Reed and another person who couldn't see his face could come to his rescue. Why was it on the third floor before? What was he going to do there? As long as you simply deal with the injury, can you keep going out?

It doesn't matter why you went there on the third floor at this moment. Now, these two guys should be in this layer. They hid and hid in a certain guest room. They must have opened the room, and the room was on this floor. The room not only provides them with shelter, but also may contain some important things and equipment and even weapons and ammunition that they need at the moment. And I can't stay here for long, because I'll have to leave soon. After all, what we do is no different from those Jiangyang thieves, and we can't put them on the table to leave a handle.

Thinking of this, I immediately sped up and walked past the guest rooms. Trying to find some traces on the ground in front of the door of the guest room, you can even hear movement coming from the room. But after I went around and around I didn't find anything. I even found another safe exit along the way, but upon closer inspection, I didn't find any traces.

I went around again to get back to where I had the safe exit to enter this level, and I suddenly remembered Reed's phone. I immediately pulled out the phone and opened it to look through the address book, I was hoping to see some names recorded in English from an English speaker's phone, but I found that none of them had names at all, all of them only numbers.

I was still a little reluctant, trying to try my luck and dial one at random to see if there would be any movement coming from any room on this floor. But just as I was about to make a call, there was movement from the safe exit where I had entered.

I immediately put the phone in my pocket and went to the exit door, raising my gun and quietly listening to the movement outside. Footsteps outside quickly approached the safety exit and stopped outside. From the footsteps it sounds like it should be two people.

I didn't move, and the people who were still running around at this time came to this level again, most likely the helpers called by Krzhakov. I stared at the door, ready to shoot if they tried to get in. But just then, the voice of a man speaking came in.

"Shall we continue up or do we have to look for it on the ninth floor?" A voice asked.

"Gotta find. The old guy made it necessary for us to get him back. Another voice replied.

I immediately recognized the voice, this is Berezov. I immediately pushed the door open and said, "I'm here." No need to look for it. “