Wang Hao casually grabbed three pebbles and, mustering all his skills, threw them with all his might.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
When he was a child, he often used pebbles to hit sparrows. Whether they were perched on trees or flying in midair, once targeted by him, they were almost certain to meet their doom.
But if fist-sized sparrows were so vulnerable, let alone full-grown humans.
At that moment, there was only the sound of three Dongying assassins as their foreheads were smashed open by stones, blood gushing out as they collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
"Tanaka-san, they still have bullets!" one Dongying assassin exclaimed, retreating quickly after witnessing the gruesome death of his three companions.
"Baka yarou, bring me the machine guns, I want these East Asian sick men to die a horrible death!"
Tanaka's voice had barely faded when eight Dongying assassins brought forth four machine guns.
