"How many bullets are left?"
Qin Yu asked in a deep voice.
"Three!"
He Gang replied.
"Three, to take down five, any problem?"
Qin Yu weighed his options. Attacked by ten expert fighters simultaneously, he would undoubtedly be the one to fall. If He Gang could take out half, the pressure would be greatly relieved.
"No problem!"
He Gang said through gritted teeth.
Qin Yu had shown him favor, and now he was trapped in the encirclement; he must find a way to deal with five expert fighters with just three bullets.
"Alright, my life is in your hands!"
After saying that, Qin Yu, wielding his tactical dagger, got into a fray with around ten expert fighters.
"The first bullet must take out two!"
He Gang, looking through the scope, watched the battle in the yard while pulling the bolt of his rifle.