The Battle (3)

"They lost him?!"

According to the bald leader's rules, he had run a minute earlier than the other party. Logically speaking, they should have caught up by now.

After waiting for another two minutes, there was finally a sparse sound from behind.

"He's here…"

Zhao Yu held his breath and focused on the source of the sound.

"Rustle ~~!"

A wave of grass was pushed aside, and two people walked out. The moment they saw Zhao Yu, the two of them raised their rifles in ecstasy.

"Blabber!"

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Zhao Yu raised his hand and shot twice. In the middle of the two people's heads, two bloody holes appeared.

"Uh, uh…"

There was a trace of confusion in their eyes. They felt the strength in their bodies being withdrawn, and their consciousness gradually blurred. In the end, they fell to the ground.

"Blabber ~~!"

As the two of them fell to the ground, the other four people behind them immediately shouted.