227 Silver Wing Handgun

The island descended into darkness again as a thin layer of cloud blocked the moon in the sky.

Pang!

A gunshot rang out.

Pu!

The sound of a sharp object piercing through flesh resounded.

"How did you…"

As the indistinct crescent of the moon poked through the small piece of cloud, the Sniper, whose chest was pierced by a military knife, looked confused and bewildered as the "-2769" Fatal Damage number appeared above his head.

"I'm sorry. I ran a bit slower in the beginning!" Feng Luo smiled at him. Then, he pulled out the Mad Dog military knife.

The white light of death that only players could see flashed on the body of the Sniper, whose skills of marksmanship and awareness were quite decent, as he unwillingly dropped to the ground. "F*ck me…"

The silver handgun also dropped beside his body. The shot that had been fired from it had been avoided by the Sniper's opponent at close range and now there was just one bullet left.