The brutal death of the Armed Police made the anger in Luo Zheng's heart burn fiercely. He dared not keep watching for fear of losing control of his emotions and making a wrong decision. As a commander, he must learn to endure all this. Lan Xue patted Luo Zheng's shoulder and softly said, "Don't rush, bear it for now, we will settle accounts with them later."
"Hmm." Luo Zheng nodded, silently disassembling his sniper rifle for maintenance to ensure that nothing goes wrong at a critical moment, turning his anger into strength. After completing the maintenance of the gun, Luo Zheng took out some sniper bullets, drew out the Tiger Teeth military knife, and carved crosses on the bullet heads, making simple Dam Bullets.
