"What?"
Zhao Bing was startled and quickly pulled back, glancing at Chen Tianlong, who was squinting his eyes inside the car, seemingly listening intently to something.
At this moment, Zhao Bing realized something unusual about Chen Tianlong. Although young, he exuded a special kind of uniqueness that not only stemmed from his aura but also his somewhat mysterious demeanor.
Seeing this, Zhao Bing decided not to disturb him further. Instead, he loaded another round of bullets, planning to continue his counterattack. This would be his last round of bullets; generally, he would carry three rounds during missions, any more would be cumbersome.
At such a critical moment, Chen Tianlong couldn't afford to continue the pretense, opting to let loose.
So, Chen Tianlong was gauging the wind direction and speed, strategizing how to control his aim and accuracy.
