The crisp sound of a trigger pulled, and three burst shots directly hit the bloodhound that was running the fastest.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The three high-explosive incendiary rounds bit into the bloodhound's exposed muscles, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Until the bullets exploded instantly, tearing the crimson flesh into a mist of blood, the incendiary agent burning fiercely along the muscle fibers.
The bloodhound stumbled forward as if drunk, its front limb slammed heavily into the ground and collided with a car door.
"Bang—crash!"
The charred claws, black as hooks, dug into the softened asphalt, while the still-burning flames flowed along the cracks.
The sound of shell casings hitting the ground made Su Huan's blood boil instantaneously.
His eyes shone with a gripping intensity.
Even Lao San, driving beside him, was astonished by the effect, "Damn! This stuff is fierce?! Three shots and it's down?!"
