Wang Xiaoyan grabbed the bullet shell and began to study the traces of the batch number. She studied for a long time but did not find anything peculiar. It was the bullet that she had originally shot.
"How did you find it?" Wang Xiaoyan was very curious. Although Yang Ming found the bullet, she still didn't quite believe it, because after all, the facts were in front of her eyes. It was already challenging to find the path in such dark lighting, let alone looking for a small bullet shell.
"Actually, when you just fired it, I locked onto the bullet's trajectory, so I could figure out the approximate position where the bullet landed," said Yang Ming mysteriously.
"Really?" Wang Xiaoyan, though somewhat suspicious, she didn't completely doubt it at all! After all, Yang Ming was also an assassin like her. He was a very outstanding assassin. Although tracking the bullet's trajectory sounded ridiculous, it was not impossible.
