“This is a trap!

Zhou Wenqiang...you are so cruel!"

Unfortunately, in the chaotic battlefield, no one heard his terrible cry.

Ke Wanchang was also decisive. He threw the submachine gun in his hand that he cherished as much as his life, turned around and ran into the dark night.

"Ke Wanchang, you can't escape!"

The dragon on the ground waved his hand, and three or four iron watermelons flew towards Ke Wanchang at the same time.

Boom boom boom...

The explosion dust gradually subsided, and the number one boss of Jiulong Village had turned into a corpse with incomplete limbs and blood.

Poor Tai Chi masters can't beat modern firearms after all.

"One."

Zhou Wenqiang on the public water tower raised a finger and smiled brightly.
Chapter completed!