C274 Hidden Crises

"Lucansson, lend me your gun." Zhang Kuang said.

"No problem." "Desert Eagle, range one hundred and fifty meters. Ten bullets in the magazine."

Zhang Kuang did not reply. He received the gun, aimed it between the two men's legs, and quickly pulled the trigger.

Without even looking at how Zhang Kuang aimed at them, the two men clutched their crotch and fell to the ground