417 Comrades who shelter and protect

After Ren Xiaosu pulled the trigger and shot his enemy, he did not let his guard down. Instead, he turned around and ran into the wilderness behind him. No one stipulated that there could only be two Zong Consortium snipers here in the mountain range. Who knew if there were actually three of them?

At this moment, the wound on his outer left thigh that was grazed by the sniper's bullet was still bleeding profusely. He had to limp along.

It was not that he could not endure the pain, but that his left leg was a little weak now since the muscle fibers were torn. No matter how strong his willpower was, he could not mend the muscle fibers in an instant.

So it was still those same words. The most dangerous moment when walking a tightrope was always the last three steps. Only those who could finish those three steps would be qualified to walk on a tightrope.