BANG! BANG! BANG!
A series of pistol shots rang out, plunging Wang Ruoxi into total despair.
She watched helplessly as the muzzle of the middle-aged woman's gun spewed flames, sending bullet after bullet towards Qin Heng. The sounds seemed to emanate from hell itself, dragging her deeper and deeper into the abyss!
It's over! Completely over! There's no way to survive such concentrated gunfire! Impossible! Based on common sense and my own understanding, Qin Heng is undoubtedly going to die. A mortal body is just flesh and blood; how could it possibly compare to the power of firearms? Clearly, this is impossible.
She closed her eyes in despair, unable to bear the sight of Qin Heng riddled with bullets, dying so horrifically. It's truly too tragic.
"HAHAHA! Die! Die, little beast!" The middle-aged woman cackled, wildly firing her gun at Qin Heng. In her eyes, Qin Heng is already a dead man!
