Amid suppressed growls, under the excited and cruel gazes of the two Night Hunters.
The moment the most heavily built figure stepped out from behind the Large Reedmace, a spiraling bullet pierced straight through his head.
His entire head, along with his neck, exploded into mangled debris.
Without uttering a single word, the burly figure crashed to the ground.
The two shorter figures behind him froze in terror.
Another gunshot rang out, and the last figure stood still... half his body had been blown apart.
At that moment, the man in the middle snapped out of his daze and tried to flee, but the overwhelming terror made his legs go weak.
He wanted to leave, yet he could not move his legs at all.
He was merely a merchant, merely a merchant who had wanted to flee with his belongings after being crushed by his competitors.
Now he sat on the cold, muddy forest floor, crying and loudly begging for mercy in every direction.
"Tsk, tsk..."
Chen Zi, with his crafty gaze, merely sneered as the crosshairs of his sniper scope settled over the other man's head.
"Excellent. The target is standing still. Do you want to blow out his heart with one shot again? When the bullet pierces the heart, the blood compressed by the cardiac muscle instantly bursts like fireworks. It's simply a work of art... Hahaha, Wang Chen, someone as ruthless as you will definitely rank in the top three of Oasis City's underground black-gun circuit one day."
The man in Camouflage Suit seemed to see endless money and beautiful women flooding toward him.
For a natural-born killer, this place was paradise.
Holding his finely crafted spotting scope, the Camouflage Suit man slowly adjusted the markings and murmured, "Drop the scale by 0.7, humidity correction..."
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