The echo of gunfire was quickly swallowed by the raging wind.
Scarlet blood, however, rapidly spread across the concrete ground.
Only then did everyone realize with horror that the previous scene was not just ordinary gunfire.
It was clearly the scythe of Death!
"This... How is this possible? The bullet curved?!"
The remaining Flying Crane Gang gunners were scared out of their wits, and the tightly packed encirclement instantly fell into disarray.
However, the hunter lurking in the darkness didn't give them a chance to catch their breath.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three more gunshots, rhythmically spaced.
Every time the muzzle flashed, it was accompanied by an exceedingly bizarre bullet trajectory.
Those bullets weaved a web of death in mid-air, bypassing cover and threading through gaps, precisely drilling into the heads or hearts of their targets.
In less than five seconds, the unseen gunman's shots spoke first.
