"Damn it!" Chen Mo was frustrated.
He might have been slacking off all night, but at a time like this, he absolutely would not allow these small shrimp to prance around in front of him and shove bullets in his face.
He wasn't afraid of those bullets, but as a strong man, he still hated seeing Ants wave little knives at him. That wasn't a demonstration—it was suicide!
Chen Mo instantly got serious. His Spiritual Sense swept over the bar street, and the Type 81 rifle in his hands began calling names! In an instant, nearly half of the dozen or so gunmen pursuing them were picked off, one shot each!
The charging gunmen immediately scattered like birds and beasts. Some even dropped to the ground, turned around, and ran back.
Not only had they failed to eliminate the enemy, but eight of their own had been killed one shot at a time. How could the gunmen not be afraid? These bandits were simply too accurate. They couldn't afford to provoke them—they could only hide.
But Chen Mo still wasn't satisfied. He leaned against the side of the vehicle and continued firing at the gunmen hiding behind cover.
Especially the fellows hiding behind walls. Chen Mo fired several shots, punching a hole through the wall with his bullets, then sent another bullet through that hole and killed the gunman hiding behind it.
There were even several security personnel among them—the ones who had cast Earth Spike. Chen Mo took them out as well!
"Good job, Monroe!" William turned to watch Chen Mo's actions. He had originally thought Monroe wouldn't be able to handle the rear, but he hadn't expected him to pin down the enemy with a single rifle and force them back by killing them.
William gained a new