Yang Fei finished speaking, and the Caucasian Captain clutched his chest, falling heavily to the ground.
Blood flowed from under him, forming a pool of blood.
The death of the Caucasian Captain meant that the Golden Tri-Leaf Special Forces had completely lost this round again.
The Warrior Kings from various Special Forces watched as the Caucasian Captain instantaneously fled a kilometer away, yet couldn't escape Yang Fei's bullet.
Everyone grimaced, gasping in shock.
At such a high speed of escape, this Blade Soldier took a life with a mere raise of his hand.
This dynamic sniping skill is truly defying the heavens.
Such a person, if on the battlefield, would certainly be a machine for harvesting lives, killing efficiently and precisely, truly a god stopping gods, a Buddha stopping Buddhas.
Not far away, Smith clutched his forehead, gritting his teeth as he looked at the fallen Caucasian Captain.
No one understood the immense value of Genetic Warriors better than him.
