Zhang Xiaobei had just finished speaking when a burst of gunfire sounded not far ahead. Jiang Changhai judged by the sound of the gunfire that it should be five semi-automatic submachine guns firing simultaneously.
"Little brother Zhang, what kind of trouble have these guys encountered? Why would five submachine guns open fire at the same time?"
Jiang Changhai seemed to be asking Zhang Xiaobei, but it also seemed like he was pondering to himself.
"It must be that guy showing up."
When Jiang Changhai heard this, he couldn't help but think of some events that had happened earlier.
"Little brother Zhang, you're talking about the killer who murdered the four men in black."
"Yes, that must be it," Zhang Xiaobei said, as if he had remembered something, his eyes involuntarily shifting towards Jiang Changhai, "Brother Jiang, what did you just say? Five submachine guns firing at the same time? Are you sure it was five?"
