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Large amounts of blood spurted out from Curly Hair's neck. His eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs seemed about to fall out. Just like that, he fell to the ground in shock and unwillingness.

In the dark night, the sound of a big man falling to the ground was like a thunderclap.

The sniper talking to him just now witnessed everything. Sweat drenched his back, and he momentarily forgot that he was a sniper.

Then, he picked up his gun and pointed it at the assailant. He stammered as he warned him, "Don't come… Don't come… I'm going to shoot, I'm going to shoot!"

Due to his extreme panic, his finger had already touched the trigger and could pull it at any moment.

The man was not afraid. He spread his arms and continued walking towards him. He was faintly smiling as if saying, "Shoot."

Who the f*ck was this!

The sniper could no longer control his panic. He closed his eyes and prepared to fire.

At this moment.