"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three bullets instantly blew apart the heads of the three enemies firing at Black Lion and the others. Jiang Yan Hai leaped over their bodies and charged straight into the enemy encirclement ahead. Watching him rush out, Black Lion and his two companions were utterly stunned.
Wasn't this way too fierce?! More importantly, wasn't he afraid of dying? Bullets didn't have eyes!
Seeing Jiang Yan Hai charge into their encirclement, the seven or eight desperadoes surrounding them immediately opened fire on him.
Then Black Lion and the others watched in shock as, the instant he rushed in, a gunshot rang out. "Bang!" One shot, headshot! Then a tactical roll! Raise the gun! Pull the trigger! "Bang!" Headshot! Roll! Headshot!
By the time they came to their senses, only a few seconds had passed. Jiang Yan Hai moved as though no one was there, as if he were shooting targets at a range. Four desperadoes were taken out with single-shot headshots! As for the remaining three, they fired so fast that they emptied their magazines without even keeping up with Jiang Yan Hai's movements.
After snapping out of it, the three of them had no time to think further and immediately charged after him. "Bang! Bang!" Two gunshots knocked down two bandits who were changing magazines! The last one had already taken a three-round burst to the chest from Jiang Yan Hai.
Jiang Yan Hai turned and rushed toward the battlefield deeper inside. The three exchanged glances and quickly followed. With Jiang Yan Hai as the spearhead of their charge, the four advanced at a terrifying pace.
As they passed a building, Jiang Yan Hai somehow pulled the pins from the two grenades on his body and hurled them through the window at a bizarre yet precise angle.