Four shots were fired in succession, and the trajectories of the four bullets seemed to have been carefully calculated. No matter which direction Guozi Lian hid, there would always be a bullet hitting him.

Seeing that he could not dodge, Guo Zilian gritted his teeth and waved the magic weapon in his hand. After his figure blurred again, he actually ignored the bullet attack and let the bullet pass through his body.

"You're out of bullets!"

This kind of individual weapon had only seven bullets in the magazine. He had been counting the bullets from the beginning. When he avoided the bullets, Guozi's face revealed a ferocious light.

He jumped up and struck Redding's heart with all his strength.

There are no heavy weapons, no bullets in the pistols, and no support from psychic creatures.

Speaking from experience is just a trick to deceive yourself and others.

"Die!"

The jet-black blade pierced rapidly, and the Chinese character face even felt the feedback from the tip of the dagger piercing into the flesh.

But at this moment, the Chinese-character face suddenly felt a pain in his chest, as if something was pushed into his chest. The cold touch made the Chinese-character face suddenly have a bad premonition in his heart.

Looking down, he saw that it was Redding who had defrauded him with his right hand.

"Click..."
Chapter completed!