Scalding blood splattered across the special police officer's face.
And the dagger, glinting coldly, landed on the tall police officer's shoulder. Had he been a moment slower, the tip might have plunged into his neck.
"Everyone, judge shooting independently, prioritize your own and civilian safety!"
Xiong Changyuan shouted, immediately twisting his waist and rotating his body, aiming his gun at the next target.
No doubt about it.
The shot just now was indeed fired by him.
Originally, Gu Ji also noticed something was amiss with that female fugitive, but because they were grappling too close, he couldn't ensure without harming his colleague that he could stop her with a single shot, so he let sniper Zhou Yang handle it.
But just as Zhou Yang raised his gun, Xiong Changyuan had already fired.
"Ah ah ah!"
"Huh ah! Huh ah!"
The female criminal's death did not intimidate this group of offenders but instead provoked the ferocity deeply rooted in their hearts.
