His action was like a switch, and within the crowded group of refugees, several figures suddenly appeared, fleeing in different directions.
"Bang!"
Just as a gunshot rang out, the figure that had just jumped up fell to the ground in the next second.
It was not Lance who fired the shot; he just watched without any intention to act.
"Damn it! I didn't manage to hit the head." Dismas stood holding his gun, clicked his tongue at the scene, seemingly grumbling a bit displeased.
However, seeing him turn to reload, it was clear that he was quite satisfied with the power of this new gun.
Guns also have life; only those who can tame them can hit where they intend.
No one stopped to mourn that person; everyone was busy running, trying to break out of the encirclement amidst the chaos.
"Hmph! Trying to escape?"
A cold snort sounded, and an iron hook flew out from the darkness, directly hooking a spy, breaking his movement as the rope tightened and pulled him down.
