Chapter 45: I Really Wish You Could Make a Move

In the sky, a black hawk circled, observing everything on the ground.

On the ground, the wreckage of the camp was burning.

The soldiers slept quietly in the sea of fire, putting an end to this terrible nightmare.

Meanwhile, Li Changhe was searching in the wreckage for the long nails he had thrown.

He single-handedly wiped out the forces of World War II, a plot force with hundreds of men.

Li Changhe experienced a peculiar sensation.

The scent of cold blood permeated his nostrils, and his mind was in an absolutely rational and calm state.

Every muscle, every bone, every nerve maintained absolute focus. There was no unnecessary movement.

The black hawk whirled in the air, observing every move of the enemies from a high angle.

The [Hawkeye Demon Eyes] calculated the trajectory of the bullets.

It was similar to a game that Li Changhe had played, Angry Bee.

It was a bullet hell shooting game. Players controlled fighter planes to face the enemy's frenzied bullet barrage.