C855 It Was Already Very Merciful for Him to Not Kill Him

The pistol that fell to the ground had already turned into a pile of scrap metal. It could no longer be used. The driver, Banana Head, had his palm pierced by the bullet, and blood flowed out. For a moment, he could not stop it.

"Ah!"

He kept screaming miserably. The people around him also looked anxious. However, when he was pointed at by the driver, Banana Head, he still felt a bit resentful