Underneath that crisp gunfire, the swiftly flying bullet, like a bolt of lightning streaking across the sky, pierced through the exploding curtain of rain and penetrated the raincoat-clad man's brain in an instant.
Bright red blood spurted out, mixing with the murky rainwater.
He Ao turned his head to look beside him.
Ennie's mouth was slightly open, clearly somewhat surprised, but not that frightened; after several progressive rounds of stimulation, she had become less fearful of killing and death.
At that moment, the truck they were in shook a little.
It was clear that a driver had started the vehicle.
From He Ao's perspective, the trucks behind them were also quickly starting up.
The expression on the driver of the following truck was obviously tense, with hands on the steering wheel shaking uncontrollably.
Typically, convoys like this are equipped with internal radios for easy communication.
It was evident that some bad news had come through the radio.
