Though it happened in the blink of an eye, just as Su Qingcheng cried out in alarm, Ning Fan had already extended his hand like lightning, flicking his finger towards the sky!
He flicked precisely at the side of the armor-piercing bullet.
Thud!
A soft sound followed, and the trajectory of the bullet swerved, hitting the ground two meters in front of Ning Fan, blasting a hole more than ten centimeters deep in the cement, burying itself within.
"Stop the attack! Don't shoot anymore!"
"Ning Fan, are you okay?"
Su Qingcheng repeatedly cried out in alarm, and seeing the hole in the ground two meters away, she finally took a deep breath of relief.
"I'm fine. This attack power is indeed not weak."
Ning Fan nodded, glancing at a large tree by the roadside two hundred meters away.
Two hundred meters away, a sniper was lying on that tree, one of the team members secretly protecting Su Qingcheng.