"Bang, bang, bang..." The gunfire rang without end as Chen Mo calmly fired in a steady rhythm.
Within the thousand-meter radius covered by his Spiritual Sense, none of the people under attack had any way to dodge his bullets.
The armed personnel no longer had any intention of staying. They only wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, or they would die there.
They could not see the sniper, so they could not attack him. Watching their companions get shot in the head one after another made it feel like they were lining up to die. How could the survivors not be terrified?
They ran for their lives. It did not matter whether they were fast; they just had to outrun everyone else. Human nature was often like that. In ordinary times, they acted like close brothers, but when faced with life and death, it became: you go die, I want to live.
The armed personnel, who had been comrades just moments ago, now ignored everything else. Heads down and backs bent, they fled in the direction they had come from. Some tripped over tree roots and such, then scrambled back to their feet with hands and feet and staggered off again. At this moment, they fully demonstrated what a rout was and what a mob was.
To make running easier, they threw away their weapons and anything else that might slow them down.
The "bang, bang..." behind them sounded like a death knell, driving them to run for their lives.
Fortunately, Chen Mo was not particularly murderous. There was no need to send every one of them to their deaths. So once they had fled some distance away, he stopped firing, even though they had not yet left the range of his Spiritual Sense.
There was