Among the crowd, only Yang Qinglan didn't take action, holding a bullet shell in her ivory-like hand and pondering.
She glanced at the distant sea and Fuji Mountain, and finally scattered the bullet shell.
Clink~
The sound of the bullet shell hitting the ground was hardly noticeable amidst the intense gunfire, but it was extraordinarily crisp.
"Ah Zhou, put the carriage in the six o'clock direction!" At the same time, Yang Qinglan shouted softly.
At this moment, bullets rained down, suppressing everyone so they didn't dare to fight back. The wreck of the Alphard in Li Changzhou's hands was their only hope for survival.
If they put it down, the seven would immediately be riddled with bullets.
Boom!
Li Changzhou swung his arms, the heavy carriage was light as a pillow in his hands, sweeping away streams of bullets as if using a pillow to knock away balloons.
Just at the moment Yang Qinglan spoke, he directly placed the wreck down forcefully, landing behind the crowd.
