Hidekazu's house was in chaos. The Men in Black were either shot or had to Dodge.
"Hey, can you understand what I'm saying?" At this moment, Zhao Yu was lying behind the sofa, chatting with a Man in Black who was shot in the chest."Hey, bro, tell me, are you really Yakshas? I don't think so. "
"Oh ... Wu ..." The Man in Black wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, blood kept spurting out.
"Don't worry," Zhao Yu reminded her."You just need to nod or shake your head. Save your energy and die later, okay?"
"Wu ..." In the end, the black-clothed man became even more anxious. After spitting out a few more mouthfuls of blood, he no longer moved.
Depressed!
Zhao Yu looked at the dead body, then raised his head to look at the building opposite him. The unknown sniper was still shooting into the building.
In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Zhao Yu's mind.
