Under the pitch-black night, Luo Zheng kicked hard, charging forward like a leopard, aiming the gun muzzle at the direction of the bushes, his eyes wide and fiercely locked on the shrubs, while keeping the corner of his eye on the ravine just in case. Before confirming whether there were people hidden in the ravine, Luo Zheng dared not be careless, multitasking as he rushed to the vicinity of the bushes, delivering a flying kick to uncover a lurking person.
Seeing the motionless person in hiding, Luo Zheng quickly crouched down to check. A bullet had hit precisely the position of the head's crown, quickly entering the brain and shredding the central nervous system. No wonder the person did not resist at all, only moving his body instinctively.
"What's the situation?" Lan Xue's anxious voice rang out again.
