C5288 It Is Not a Good Place to Stay

At this moment, Zhang Xingyun was holding the three sub warheads, which were the remains of the five bullets. As for the other two, they had already entered into Han Feng's and the unfamiliar woman's heads.

"I hate guns!" Zhang Xingyun's voice was ice-cold. In the end, she could not help but mutter to herself, "I'm really still very weak …"

Even ordinary firearms could threaten his life