984 The Eve of The Storm

Sporadic gunshots echoed over the coconut plantation. Yet, it was as though the scythe of the Grim Reaper activated every time gunshots were heard as they harvested the life of the person shot. In just a few minutes, six big men with heavy murderous auras were killed, falling into their own pool of blood.

"FUCK!"

Singkuo could only helplessly look at his men that were constantly being targeted by the mysterious sniper. His eyes were as though spewing out flames. The anger on his face quickly turned into a ferocious expression and the killing aura around him turned more intense. He had investigated the men under Singluen, and there was no outstanding sniper such as this one. More so that the other party was nothing but assassins from all over the world. None of them was a practitioner of his Dark Shaman clan.