Traditional Treatment

Traditional Treatment

Zhang Guozhu jumped down the roof with a sniper rifle.

"Comrade Wang Ran, you guys went too far. I didn't even have a chance to fire a single shot.

"You killed everything!"

Zhang Guozhu complained.

He had wanted to avenge his brothers, but every time he took aim, Wang Ran and Tang Tang would make quick work of his targets. He didn't have the chance to shoot at all.

"Don't you worry. Didn't I save the leader for you?"

Wang Ran kicked Lucas, who was groaning on the ground.

Lucas's forehead was full of bulging, blue veins.

He was the team leader, yet he had fallen to such a state.

This position of team leader was indeed cursed...

"Ah Long, Ah Gang, come over! We'll each have a piece of him!"

Zhang Guozhu took out a dagger and roared.

Stabbing the captain of the other party to death with his own hands could serve as a pittance.

"Don't! Don't kill me!