Pull the hammer open.

Pull the trigger.

Bang!

Bullets flew out!

Bang!

A yellowish-brown wave exploded in the cesspool.

Buzz...

Large areas of flies flew away in a hurry to take refuge.

White latte frowned.

The shot just now failed to hit?

He can't see bullets, but he can see flies!

The one who aimed, moved ahead of time and left the ballistic.

"The pro-level lunatics were all beaten to death.

"Can this little fly dodge my bullet?"

The cesspool has returned to quiet.

The flies went back, continued to eat, continued to fly, and continued to rub their hands.

The white latte is just looking for a lucky fly and aim.

Pull the hammer open.

Pull the trigger.

Bang!

Amid the sound of gunfire, the cesspool exploded again.

Buzz...

Large swaths of flies, take refuge again.

But the white latte frowned.

The one he had just aimed at flew away early again.

"It's evil, are flies so powerful?

"What are the tricks for the flies in the wasteland?"

It's just a fly.

A slap can be slapped to death.

A fly swatter can be killed.

How can I change it to a revolver and a faster bullet and it will not hit it?

Just so happened that a green-headed fly flew into a white latte coat.

Bai Latte quietly raised his hand and slowly approached the fly. Finally, he was lightning-thunderous! He fell down with a slap!

Bang!

I took a photo, but I didn't kill it.

The clothes were soft, and the fly "buzzed" and struggled between the palm of his hand and the clothes.

Bai Latte felt sorry for his clothes and did not crush the flies to death, so he let them go.

"This time I won't count. I'll use bullets to entertain you again."
Chapter completed!