"Ah..."
After a few screams, there was already a row of bodies on the ground.
Everyone once again saw that black figure, a handsome flying kick descending, a few people instantly falling to the ground, the guns already rolling to the side.
They wanted to reach for them, but it was too late.
Ye Ning's gun muzzle quickly pointed over, a revolver, seven bullets, one shot per person.
Just like that S in the game, the iron face instantly dyed the scene into a sea of blood.
Behind.
A faint sound of applause rang out.
Ye Ning slowly turned her head back.
"What a perfect diversion and surprise attack, Ye Ning, your speed is even faster. No wonder you were the faceless S that shocked the world back then."
Shi Xuan, who had been watching the scene like a spectator, spoke up at this time.
Ye Ning slightly turned her head back.
Looking at him, her thin lips carried a coolness, slowly spitting out a cold sentence.
"You touched Xiaojian."
