Ren He had limited bullets left in his gun, and when dozens of enemies scattered and began to surround him, he smiled. Without a ripple in his heart, he rapidly fired the remaining sniper rounds, each bullet claiming a life without exception.
However, tonight they couldn't let the sniper escape. If he were to slip away, it was likely that even the director of the National Security Agency would have to tender his resignation.
The situation tonight was out of hand, eight cars had suddenly exploded, now lying torched by the roadside like torches. The commander frowned because he knew the incident was too significant, and it wouldn't be long before the swarm of media descended like locusts.
This was likely one of the most formidable criminals that the National Security Agency had ever encountered on American soil.
But then, the commander's eyes suddenly lit up, The gunfire stopped!
Out of bullets? Gave up? Either possibility was good news!
