After a flurry of gunshots, Feng bujue crawled and rolled into the forest.
He was very lucky. In those five seconds, a total of more than 30 bullets were shot at him, but not a single one grazed him.
"Hah ... Hah ..." The few seconds of running had already left Feng bujue gasping for breath. After all, he was using the body of a 40-year-old man, so his explosive power was far less than that of a young man."Phew ... Something's not right ..." He caught his breath and muttered,"using two submachine guns to shoot me like this, he obviously didn't intend to leave me alive ... Such an obvious act of murder, who else would do it except me?" Thinking of this, he quickly turned around and hid behind a tree to look around.
Very quickly, the answer appeared before his eyes.
He saw ... Two men wearing striped sailor suits, cropped pants, and headscarves. Each of them was holding an AK47 as they walked out of the jungle on the other side of the stream.
