Bang!
The sound of bullets rang out. A dull and monotonous sound rushed out of the throat of the Burmese man who had been shot in the chest. The shooting stopped, and he fell forward.
In the light of the flames, the Burmese man, who was hiding close to the mountain, saw with his own eyes that his companion had been shot. He fell in front of him. His bulging eyes shone fiercely as he picked up the submachine gun and fired in a diagonal direction.
He knew where the person who shot him was hiding!
It was at a diagonal angle!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The bullets fired crazily again. Liu Ning listened to the gunshots that were shooting toward the top of the mountain. He hunched his back and rushed to the front of the Jeep.
Without any hesitation, he opened fire.
Ye Jian, who jumped down the tree, was scratched by the stray bullets again. The bullet grazed the outside of her thigh, leaving a bloody mark on her leg.
"F*ck!"
