Wang Hao peered through his sniper scope, and saw a large group of enemies charging toward his position, his expression involuntarily darkened.
Knowing that they were prepared, yet still charging forward, was it because the conditions Johnson offered were too tempting, leading them to fearlessly risk their lives, or did they still have some unknown ace up their sleeve?
Forget it, no point dwelling on these broken matters anymore.
At this point, his only choice was to react to whatever came his way!
After steadying his mind for a moment, Wang Hao locked onto his first target.
It was an African native, wielding a submachine gun, firing wildly while hysterically shouting in his hometown dialect.
Wang Hao had spent some time in Africa and knew a bit of the local language.
He could make out that the native was shouting two words.
Money and women!
"Damn it, go ask God for money and women!"
Wang Hao muttered to himself and decisively pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
