C148 The Four Beauties
In the desert, Zhang Shouzhong was wearing a sun hat and holding a machine gun in his hand. He was shooting wildly in all directions.
The densely packed Flame Scorpions were like piranhas that had smelled the scent of blood, and they kept gathering. As the bullets swept across, countless Flame Scorpions were killed, but even more of them appeared.
Fortunately
