Not on the tree.
Zhang San was startled; when he had just gotten into the car, he had clearly seen the trajectory coming from this tree's crown.
The other party had left before he had even arrived.
But where had they gone?
Zhang San, an experienced old mercenary, naturally wouldn't be puzzled for long.
So, the moment his back barely touched the ground, his back muscles suddenly bulged, and his form inexplicably propelled towards a distant spot.
With a bang, where he was supposed to have landed, a small crater appeared—caused by Qing Chen, who had been hiding behind the tree and had taken the opportunity to fire.
This time, even Lian Qingchen hadn't expected Zhang San's back muscles to be so terrifying, like a spring.
Moreover, at that instant, Qing Chen followed Zhang San's silhouette, continued to lift his hand, and pulled the trigger of his pistol—in such close-range combat, a pistol was far more flexible than a sniper rifle.
