C65 A Crisis Was Approaching!

The bullet whizzed by Huang Xiaoshan's cheek, missing her by a mere millimeter. Had it been any closer, her face, as delicate and beautiful as a blooming flower, would have been marred by the large-caliber sniper round. After narrowly missing her, the bullet shattered the windshield of the sports car behind her, the quasi-bulletproof tempered glass splintering in an instant