C440 Fighting

Bang!

A bullet flew eastward.

After Zhao Yang had finished shooting, he immediately rolled to the side and hid in another place.

A few bullets came at him from where he had just been, lifting a cloud of dirt.

A hundred meters away from Zhao Yang, four figures were moving stealthily in a fan-shaped formation. They were the ones who were afraid of the 91st ranked assassin and Zhao Chen