In the dim light, the appearance of the man gradually became clear.
It was Lao Liu from the Twelve Blood Generals, best at computers, An Zhiyu!
The one who had just spoken to him was none other than Lao Si of the Twelve Blood Generals, the best sharpshooter, An Zhiyun!
An Zhiyun held a gun in his hand, his gaze fiercely fixed on several fleeting shadows in the dark.
Suddenly, his finger tensed, and he forcefully pulled the trigger.
"Bang——!"
The gunshot pierced the sky, followed by a man's heartrending howl.
Seeing his target hit, An Zhiyun excitedly whistled loudly.
"Little Thief, I've been stuck in this damn place for days. If I don't take you down tonight, I'll write my name, An Zhiyun, backwards!"
As he spoke, An Zhiyun pulled the trigger again, sending a bullet tearing through the darkness into another corner.
