Zhang Yang knew that he was desperate and would rather sacrifice himself to kill the other party. He jumped away in a hurry and threw the nigger's gun aside.

Bang bang bang...

After a few gunshots, several bullet holes appeared on the nigger's body, and blood continued to flow out.

It sounds complicated, but the whole process only takes a few minutes. The transition between life and death is thrilling.

The nigger's gunshot wound was not fatal, but he also lost his combat effectiveness. He was leaning on the seat and breathing heavily. His eyes were dull but full of anger and surprise.

This was not the first time he had carried out such a terrorist attack, but he didn't expect that this time he led several capable men, but he was defeated at the hands of two young people and fell short of success.

"Good job."

Tang Qiang stretched out his thumb and praised him sincerely. He pointed the pistol at the legs of the nigger and the foreigner and pulled the trigger a few more times. He said to the nigger: "How do you feel? Doesn't the gun taste unpleasant?"

Although blood continued to flow from his mouth, his handsome face was still full of pride and disdain.

"Just say a few words and I'll stop your bleeding first."
Chapter completed!