"Bang!"
With the last gunshot echoing, only two people were left breathing in the clearing—Big Beard and Buck.
Big Beard was already terrified senseless, collapsing to his knees with a thud, clutching his wounded arm, incoherently pleading, "Don't kill me! I was wrong! For God's sake, please forgive my offense..."
Buck was even more frightened, paralyzed on the ground, unable to stand up, a large wet patch on his pants, his body trembling uncontrollably.
The situation changed too quickly; in the blink of an eye, they had turned from hunters into prey.
Qi Yun ignored these two guys and calmly took out his phone, dialing the number of Major Carlson.
"Major Carlson, hello, this is Qi Yun."
"Oh, Qi, glad to hear from you. How can I help you?"
Qi Yun glanced at the bodies scattered on the ground, "I ran into a bit of trouble near Virginia Town in Montana, a group of local thugs tried to rob us, and there was a shootout."
