C172 Huang Weimin

With a twitch of his index finger, the submachine gun's trigger was pulled.

Flames burst from the barrel, and the team leader on the ground was riddled with bullets.

The recoil, however, proved too much for the young man, sending him sprawling to the ground, unable to maintain his grip on the weapon, which clattered beside him.

Lying in the dirt, the young man was riddled with wounds