The off-road vehicle screeched to a halt in front of the sheep soup shop.
The driver opened the car door and used it as cover for a quick shot.
Violent electric currents spread like a spider web from under the feet of the man in a black shirt with long hair. In the dazzling display, the man threw out more than a dozen grenades, forcibly suppressing the overwhelming tide of corpses.
Just as he was about to speak, the man turned his remarkably long sniper rifle towards him.
The sniper rifle, which was a full 1.8 meters long, had a muzzle flickering with faint electric arcs.
Staring down the barrel, Lin Jin felt like all the blood in his body had frozen, his mind replaying the moment the bloodhound was torn apart by the sniper rifle.
He was completely frozen in place.
When he saw the slowly relaxing corners of the mouth behind the scope, it felt like stepping into thin air, his entire being plummeting into a chill that enveloped him endlessly.
