Four bullets poured out, hitting the tree one after another. Then, the tree gradually began to corrode, leaving fist-sized holes on the trunk. However, there was no sign of Yang Fan.
Qian Cangyi looked at the position where the bullets hit, his expression focused, teeth clenched. Before shooting, he had confirmed that there was no obstruction by the trees, but now, the silver radiant bullets hit the trunk, indicating that what his eyes "saw" was not real.
"Indeed, you are playing dead. You have a very unique ability; otherwise, you couldn't have left the mall without a trace. My soldiers are professionally trained and couldn't have made such a low-level mistake. Although I don't know your name, you are more dangerous than Hawkeye, and it's impossible for me to control you. So, sorry, you can't see today's sunrise."
