Bang!
The bullet hit the steel-panelled wall, sparks flew, and a large hole instantly appeared on the wall.
Leng Zirui landed inside the window, glanced at the hole in the wall, quickly changed a magazine, and laughed softly.
"Armor-piercing bullet, Tang Ming, how much do you hate me?!" He stood up, took down a man rushing into the yard, and quickly jumped to the other side of the window, "Have you found him?!"
"Position locked, west slope, six o'clock direction!" Mountain Cat's voice immediately came through.
Tang Ming's shot didn't hit Leng Zirui, but it was enough to expose his approximate location.
"Cast the net!" Leng Zirui said in a deep voice.
The few people hiding in the valley immediately moved toward the direction provided by Mountain Cat, quickly closing in on Tang Ming's position.
