"Doot doot doot, doot doot doot..."
Without waiting for the black ghost Jack's words to finish, a burst of submachine gun bullets swept towards Wang Hao, striking the snowdrift and splattering out a series of pits.
In the snowfield, Wang Hao darted east, then west, south, then north, his figure like a wraith or ghost, narrowly and conveniently missing the oncoming bullets each time.
When he was less than 1000 meters away from Jack, a dozen white-clothed assassins holding Curved Scimitars suddenly burrowed into the snow, forming a fan-shaped encirclement and sweeping towards Wang Hao.
Seeing this situation, Wang Hao's heart seized with shock. His pupils contracted slightly, using Clairvoyance to carefully watch the assassins underground.
Suddenly!
He saw a white-clothed assassin had already charged up, less than 50 meters directly in front of him.
Seeing this, a sneer of disdain rose on the corner of Wang Hao's lips.
"Hmph, you're courting death yourselves, don't blame me!"
