Praise Our Military Triumph (3)

"Red Scorpion, where are you trying to hide?" After all the targets were cleared, someone suddenly appeared with a gun aiming at a cabinet. A cold voice as calm as a pool of stagnant water spoke out. "Come out, Red Scorpion!"

Behind the cabinet, Red Scorpion hid quietly with his hand tightly covering his student's mouth.

He stood still as if there was no one hiding behind.

The person speaking had an unwavering cold look in his eyes. Two shots were fired at the cabinet without giving Red Scorpion any chance to think. "My patience is limited, Red Scorpion. Do not challenge it."

It was the voice of K7. His face was thin and his skin looked pathologically pale as if it was never exposed to sunlight. He stared at the iron cabinet with his black, bright and sharp eyes which contained an indifferent yet murderous look.