Chapter 1215
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Along with the miserable cries that rose and fell one after another, a few people in the crowd actually fell down sparsely!
"Shoot her! Shoot her! "
Someone screamed as if he had seen a ghost. The next second, a cold blade was pressed against his neck. In an instant, his flesh was exposed, and hot blood splashed onto the others.
Lisa was a famous melee killer.
Her attacks were fast, accurate, and ruthless, leaving no room for maneuver.
Often, when these people were still aiming, their necks would be slit. Once she attacked, the result would be fatal!
"Shoot! Shoot! "
However, before he could finish his sentence, a series of orderly footsteps came from behind him.
"So many people bullying a child. Child abuse? Heh, interesting! "
A bright voice suddenly sounded in the empty underground caisson.
There was a hint of cynicism in his tone.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines and stood up abruptly to look around. They turned around and looked back and forth, but they didn't find any unfamiliar figures.
Everyone looked at each other, obviously not knowing where the voice came from.
At this moment, a "poof" sound was heard, and the sound of a silenced gunshot echoed in the silent warehouse.
In the crowd, the man who was aiming at Lisa and was about to shoot fell to the ground. The bullet hit him in the middle of his eyebrows, and there was a hole with blood flowing out.
Everyone's faces were filled with shock, and they became even more solemn.
Everyone present was an elite special forces soldier, and each of them had extraordinary skills.
However, someone actually broke through the guards outside the caisson and broke in.
What was infuriating was that at this moment, he was like a ghost's shadow, lurking in a place they did not know, and could easily take their lives!
One of the soldiers shouted angrily, "Who is it! Come out! "
The voice replied lazily, "What a bunch of good-for-nothings."
The ghostly voice gradually approached, and it was almost next to the person's ear.
The soldier's body stiffened, and he subconsciously wanted to turn around, but a pair of hands mercilessly climbed onto his shoulders.
In the blink of an eye, his throat was tightly gripped. An Jie stood beside him with a smile, holding Colt tightly with one hand, and pressed it against his temple. He whispered in his ear, "I'm here."
"Who — who are you?!"
Anjie smiled gently and raised his head proudly. He recited his impressive opening speech as if he was reciting a book, "I am the Mercenary Paradise's Chief Commander, Master Anjie, who is loved by everyone, who is loved by everyone, who is loved by everyone, who is loved by everyone!"
"Bang!" A gunshot was heard.
His head instantly exploded.
Before the poor soldier realized what was going on, he fell at Angele's feet.
"You dare to be arrogant with me when you're only at this level?"
An Jie raised his head lazily and warned the group of people who were ready to make a move, "Don't take advantage of a hero, or your head will explode."
Just as he finished speaking, a man swiftly took out a pistol and pointed it at An Jie.
However, before he could raise his hand, another gunshot rang out. The man fell heavily to the ground, his head bleeding profusely.
It was as if the Grim Reaper was just around the corner, and as long as he stretched out a finger, he would be dead in the blink of an eye.
It turned out that there was more than one person! Looks like there's another powerful sniper!
An Jie looked at the body on the ground and sighed. "Didn't I tell you not to move? Bullets don't have eyes."
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