Ratatat...
After stabilizing himself, Lin Chuan propped up the machine gun and immediately opened fire on the group of people again.
"Fire!" Muhammadi shouted.
Rat-tat-tat...
Over a hundred people immediately started firing wildly at the pickup truck. Although Lin Chuan had superior firepower, he could only cover one direction, and he had no way to dodge the bullets coming from other directions.
Thud thud...
A bullet grazed his right arm, the tremendous force and the trembling bullet gruesomely tore off a piece of flesh from Lin Chuan's arm, leaving it bloody and mangled.
Hiss...
Lin Chuan sharply inhaled a breath of cold air.
Miss Lan finally realized that her impulsive actions just now were somewhat risky. After all, the other side were more numerous and powerful. She and Lin Chuan were just two people; it seemed difficult to contend with so many enemies.
Screech...
