Wang Shenghua's entire body was tense, the black muzzle of the gun aimed at her forehead—a situation that would make anyone uneasy. The gunpowder smell lingered at the muzzle, signifying that the shooter was him. Yet, how he got so close without her noticing baffled Wang Shenghua.
"Your body is somewhat special; you're a mutant type that's not afraid of regular bullets, right?"
On a branch, a petite girl looked at her, holding a gun longer than her height. The gun was evidently modified with strange parts, and an exaggerated scope resembling an astronomical telescope.
At this moment, it was this large gun that was trained on Wang Shenghua.
Beyond its peculiar design, the girl's eyes drew even more attention—one blue, the other red, like two gems flickering with a mesmerizing glow.
