C373 Falling

Chen Feng was still holding the sniper rifle in his hand. However, after he finished firing the bullet, a faint mechanical light like that of an old machine lit up on top of it.

It was filling up the bullet.

There was a cracking sound.

The bullets were filled up.

"Do you think you're very cool after saying all these things?"

Chen Feng's face was covered by the darkness of the night