C104 Despair struck

Due to Zhang Minghai holding a heavy sniper in his hand, the bullet's power was boundless. In the aiming lens, the criminal was like a fish on a chopping block, his brain blood spewed out and his neck spewed out blood onto the ground.

Blood, terror.

Horses were screaming in fear, and bullets were pouring down like a fishing net. Almost half of the bandits had died in the first exchange