BANG!
The last bullet tore through the air.
It drilled precisely into the middle-aged man's unguarded brow.
The gunshots came to an abrupt halt.
The middle-aged man's charging body stiffened violently.
The madness and unwillingness in his eyes rapidly faded to a deathly, ashen gray.
His head, a fatal weak point, was completely exposed to Han Feng's muzzle.
BANG!
Han Feng delivered the final shot.
THUD.
The body hit the cold concrete floor like a heap of sludge.
Warm blood quickly spread out, forming a dark red pool.
Han Feng strode forward and, with a precise kick of his right foot, sent the pistol beside the body flying into a corner.
He crouched down, his expression blank, and picked up the dark brown shield, which was now only the size of a pot lid.
It felt heavy and cool to the touch.
Other than its energy being depleted, the shield itself was surprisingly undamaged.
'A good item.'
"Han Feng!"
"Kid, you still alive?"
