"Shit!"
"This is..."
"Run!"
Those hiding on the second floor of the mobile phone store didn't even have a chance to react. While they were still considering whether to strike first or defend, a grenade flew over.
Boom!
"Ah..."
Just as a figure appeared at the window, it got blown out by the powerful impact, wrapped in dust, and fell to the ground with a thud. Its back was covered in blood, but it stubbornly held on without dying.
His two companions upstairs weren't so lucky; they had already died on the spot, filled with hatred.
"You, you're not from, not from United Village!"
The man bled from the corner of his mouth and lifted his head with difficulty to look at the four people in front of him.
"Damn it, you dared to shoot without even figuring out who we are? Tell us, who are you?"
Zhang Su was infuriated, thinking to himself how stupid these people were, shooting recklessly just because they had guns.
"You, you... uh..."
