Just as the bearded man was rushing towards the ruins, he suddenly felt a fatal danger enveloping him. The bearded man was shocked and dodged to the side on reflex.
"Whoosh!"
A bullet pierced through the air, and its target was the bearded man.
"Pfft!"
The bearded man felt as if something had hit his ribs. He looked down and found that there was a bloody hole in his waist, and the blood had soaked through his clothes and chain armor.
When the remaining Wanderers saw that their leader was injured, they shouted at the same time and charged forward without the slightest hesitation.
However, as the Wanderers were charging over, the crisp sound of gunfire rang out again. The head of the Wanderer running in the front exploded like a rotten watermelon being hit by a wooden stick. The headless corpse ran a few more steps before it fell into the dust.
