Others might use their hands to slap faces, but Gao Yang used a gun, so among the corpses lying on the ground, a considerable number were too gruesome to look at directly.
Actually, Gao Yang felt quite helpless. He used a shotgun, which had great stopping power but lacked penetration. Seeing that those troublemakers were all wearing bulletproof vests and helmets, Gao Yang had no choice but to aim for their faces for certainty.
How terrible their deaths looked didn't really matter. After all, they were dead, and whether their bodies looked good or bad, no one cared anymore.
Including Gao Yang, everyone pretty much shared the same thought, which was how to wrap things up.
After reloading his shotgun, Gao Yang put it down, still hanging under his arm, and didn't show any intention of using it on the onlookers, so it was still better to appear low-key and harmless.
After a moment's hesitation, a man with a big beard shouted loudly, "Who are you people? Do you know what you've done?"