The weathered bearded man, seeing Wang Hao throw the Smoke Grenade, understood his intention. Relying on his keen hearing, he tracked Wang Hao's movements and fired his gun.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The bullets, like meteors piercing through the atmosphere, burned themselves, flashing sparks of light.
To avoid the bullets, Wang Hao had to constantly change position, moving east and west, in order to mislead the bearded man.
Suddenly, a chilling draft came from behind the bearded man.
Subconsciously, he spun around, lifting his submachine gun, ready to fire.
But the moment he pulled the trigger, Wang Hao, like an eagle swooping on a rabbit, suddenly spread his arms and pounced.
"Swoosh!"
The sharp dagger sliced directly through the bearded man's throat, blood gushing out like a fountain, splattering all over Wang Hao's face.
The bearded man instinctively reached for his neck, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.
