'Bang.'
"No, no, little brother, you need to go, go quickly, don't worry about me."
'Bang.'
After five consecutive shots, Xiaofan's legs had been hit twice, and smoke was rising from where the bullets had pierced his body.
The man slowly fell, his eyes starting to lose focus, as the heavy bleeding made his face particularly pale. His breathing began to intensify.
Inside the large truck, there was a stunned silence; everyone was in disbelief at the scene they were witnessing. Was that perverse guy really going to die here?
"Ah, ah..." Feng Feifei had already collapsed on the ground in tears. Was she destined to be alone for life? Just when she had finally fallen in love again, was she going to watch him die right in front of her eyes?
If she had to bear such a blow again, Feng Feifei would completely break down.
"Li Kuo, charge in!"
