Bullets

At the entrance of Wu's manor, the air was extremely strange.

After a brief silence, the entire manor suddenly became tumultuous, and those people didn't even care whether they were exposed to their target.

"Fuck, I'm not mistaken, right? The bullets are stopping in the air?" A sniper rubbed his eyes vigorously, he cursed with dread. He had encountered this kind of thing for the first time after so many years in the industry.

Next to him, another sniper threw the sniper rifle aside, the muscles on his face were twisted, and his eyes were frightened, "We've met a ghost today, this young man is definitely not easy. I feel it's like being caught by a falcon, this feeling can only be experienced when the enemy used a block rifle on the battlefield."

Those who pretended to be tourists and surrounded the outside of Wu's manor, at this time, were not must better than those snipers, they were scared silly with constant exclamations.