C1124 Shell

The last surviving East Asian man in the car saw his partner fall.

His eyes widened in shock for a moment, and then he quickly pulled out the gun on his waist. "Who are you?"

The trigger was pulled. Ye Qingru would definitely die at such a close distance.

But her expression was calm as she looked at the other party coldly.

Bang!

The high-speed spinning bullet pierced through the glass window