C58 Outside

Xiao Qiang-Bing stood on the edge of the flowers, steadily holding his gun, looking down at the position, about 40 meters,

He immediately knew that one shot would definitely kill her.

The muzzle of the gun was slowly raised. Through the accuracy of the gun, her beautiful back and curvy figure suddenly became clear. An idea suddenly flashed through his mind: Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing.