The night was as dark as ink, and even amidst chaos, seldom were sniper rifles of such an imposing large caliber seen on the vast desert.
Ren He's first shot had halted Li Kun and his men from advancing, the second shot shattered the bandit's automatic rifle, and then there was silence.
The yak sprinted towards the distance, while Li Kun and the others could only lie there silently waiting; they didn't dare move, fearing that to move would mean death.
"Where did this sniper come from? Why pick a fight with a bunch of falcon traders?" someone cursed under their breath.
However, no one could answer this question; all the others, including Li Kun, lay flat on the ground, not daring to make a sound. If they had any doubt about the sniper's marksmanship before, the second shot, shattering the gun without killing, was enough to send a shiver down their spines.
"Could it be new manpower recruited by Li Longfei?" someone quietly speculated.
