"If you were as professional as they are, you'd already be dead."
While Number Fourteen was making a phone call, Lu Xin had already reached the senior killer lying facedown on the ground.
He did not kill him immediately as he had the others.
After all, the others had attacked with the intention of taking his life, or had threatened Little Nineteen and the others. Although the killer before him had also fired a bullet, Lu Xin could clearly sense that it carried no killing intent.
Besides, it had been fired far too inaccurately.
Just now, he had needed to walk two steps and stretch out his arm to catch it.
If he had not caught it, who knew where it would have gone?
And this guy called himself a sniper?
Sure enough, every profession had its slackers...
The senior killer lay facedown on the ground, his body trembling violently. He could not even crawl up or roll away to escape.
An invisible pressure held him firmly against the ground.
It was not only the sight of that monster killing several other killer teams that had been horrifying. The mental power surging invisibly from his body alone was already like an ocean, pressing him to the seafloor and leaving him unable to move...
He really wanted to explain that he was actually quite professional.
As a famous lone-wolf killer in this wilderness, he was nothing like those amateurs who rode motorcycles around hollering wildly.
He had not actually been shooting just now. He had merely been trembling...
But what could he say now?
From a professional standpoint, it was safest to admit that he really was an unprofessional rookie, right?
"Also, I know you have your own jobs, but your line of work is illegal, after all."
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