Before Chekhov left, he said to Mali,""Buy me some time. You stay here and shoot the black guns. Make them focus all their attention on you. I'll punish them from the sky."
Mali picked up the big sniper rifle and looked at the camera. He found that an agent was secretly sticking his head out to look, so he quickly fired another shot without saying a word!
Bang!
"This technique is so F * cking bad. Can you not insult my reputation?" Chekhov saw from the sky that Mali's shot didn't even hit the car, let alone hit anyone. It was simply embarrassing to see a hole in the highway.
Mali coughed."You know nothing. I did it on purpose. I was afraid of hurting sister-in-law."
The agents quickly pulled their necks back and were slightly happy.""They're still here! The deviant Corp is indeed the deviant Corp, arrogant and conceited. They probably don't know if they're surrounded or they're not afraid of being surrounded at all?"
