"The United States M110 sniper rifle, range 1000 meters!"
Ye Feng's eyes flashed with a cold glint, and in that moment, he turned to look at an abandoned building by the roadside.
Under the cover of night, the building resembled a peerless fierce beast, a dark void, seemingly waiting to devour its prey, sending chills down one's spine.
But Ye Feng knew that the sniper was there.
Without uttering a word, he picked up Fang Qingxue and sprinted towards the abandoned building.
Ye Feng ran swiftly, almost like a phantom flashing by instantaneously. His steps were not the zigzagging of dodging bullets but a straight, mad dash.
Bang, bang, bang!
As he ran, a series of gunshots rang out, but Ye Feng, like a sports car capable of accelerating instantaneously, avoided them all with sudden sprints.
Looking at the dust kicked up behind him and the dense bullet holes, Fang Qingxue's fair face in Ye Feng's arms grew paler, and beads of cold sweat formed on her forehead.
