The six men were dressed strangely, each with a brightly colored mushroom on his head.
Jiang Si's finger, about to pull the trigger, suddenly froze. 'These people know the mushroom's use and have even fashioned them into umbrella hats. Does that mean they know how to neutralize its toxin?!'
A look of pleasant surprise flashed in Jiang Si's eyes as she pulled the trigger. BANG—a single shot hit one of the men in the thigh.
He fell to the ground. The leg exposed to the sun began to sizzle and smoke; the corrosion of his flesh was even more painful than the gunshot wound. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up to avoid further exposure to the sun's radiation.
Surprised by Jiang Si's marksmanship, the other five men quickly found cover and opened fire on the conspicuous targets, Zhang Qingzhi and Shen Baoying.
But they had overlooked Qin Shen, whose marksmanship was just as divine.
BANG! BANG! BANG!—
