The flying bullet hit Lin Yi's shoulder blade!
There was a muffled groan!
Fresh blood flowed down the wound. Lin Yi clutched his chest and fell to the ground.
However, Lin Yi was not in the mood to care about his injuries.
As he looked in the direction of the gunshots, he saw two black shadows disappear from the forest.
However, because they were too far away and the two of them had even disguised themselves, he could not see their faces at all.
"Brother Lin!"
Seeing that Lin Yi was injured, Zhao Yinian and the cameraman hurriedly ran over.
"Don't worry, I won't die!" Lin Yi gritted his teeth with difficulty, his expression pained.
It was clear that his life would not be in danger.
The moment the shot was fired, Lin Yi sensed a trace of danger and changed his direction and posture.
It was also for this reason that the bullet did not hit his chest, but his shoulder blade.
