Of course, she couldn't possibly be merciless to Honglian and Wang Baihu.
Lin Qing crouched down, took a deep breath, then sprang off the ground with her legs, charging towards the two! Wang Baihu, in shock, had no choice but to fire his gun — this time, it wasn't a tranquilizer dart from his gun, but real bullets.
For Lin Qing, who was once a future warrior, she was all too familiar with such weapons.
She could even judge the direction of the gun barrel by the slightest tremor of the opponent's wrist. Without the support of solo fire control and micro-movement prosthetics, dodging handgun shots at close range was a routine task for her.
But in Wang Baihu's eyes, Lin Qing's moves were nothing short of ghostly. He felt as if his mind was being read; just at the moment before pulling the trigger, the opponent had already dodged the shooting line, and all three bullets were astonishingly fired into the air.
However, Wang Baihu wasn't someone easy to deal with.
