The younger sister had surrounded these dozen people by herself.
When her little hand touched these people, the armed men standing in a row lost control as if they were having spasms.
The quaking of the bullets already made the guns in their arms struggle as if they had a will of their own. At this moment, it was as if even their arms no longer belonged to them. As the little girl giggled, the muzzles of the guns turned uncontrollably to the opponents.
The net of bullets enveloped his companion.
pipipipipipipi ...
The sound of bullets penetrating flesh, splattering on steel, and blue electric arcs intertwining.
There were sounds of fear and screams.
There was a strong smell of blood, the smell of burnt skin and flesh, as well as the stench of being frightened out of their wits ...
The hot air caused by the friction between the bullets and the air, and the piercing pain caused by the gravel and debris.
