Where's the proof?
Gao Guang's left hand clutched the gun handle, but he dared not move, for there was a bullet hole in the sleeve on his left side, close to the skin, and another on the right, through the flesh, yet he was unharmed.
Even with his hand on the gun handle, he dared not draw his weapon. This David, his speed of fire was faster than Gao Guang had imagined.
David said calmly, "You need a marksman, and I am one. You won't find anyone better than me. I have troubles, but they are not your troubles, so you shouldn't be afraid of me bringing you any. You should be glad that I am willing to work for you."
Gao Guang sighed and said, "Well, I need to go to Iraq, to penetrate a fortified stronghold."
"Whatever it is you're doing, I'm definitely better than you think. You dare to try to draw a gun in front of me, which means you have no idea of my abilities. Kid, if General Lloyd sent you, then you'd better ask him if he's willing to take me on."
