Chapter 653: Do You Have a Sniper Rifle?_1

At this moment, everyone was panicking, and whoever remained the most calm and composed was in control of the situation.

Everyone subconsciously followed Purple Summers's arrangement, without anyone questioning her.

There were many rooms on the second floor, which could entirely serve as an Airsoft battlefield, but when it came time to shoot, seeing the hail of bullets below, they all began to feel timid.

"I... I don't know where to shoot..." Carson Graves's face was pale as he looked helplessly at Gerald Graves beside him.

Downstairs had already turned into a melee, with people from Gavin Graves, Roy Howard, and the attacking enemies, and even with lights in the darkness, it was hard to distinguish friend from foe.

"Do you recognize Gavin Graves?!" Purple Summers asked him.

Gavin Graves? The future heir to the Graves Family, dressed in silvery gray elegance—of course, he recognized him!