"Those who are about to die, can you please be quiet?"

Xu Shu lit a cigarette and said to the commander, "After I finish smoking this cigarette, you can shoot again."

He lifted the cloth, exposed his mouth, and smoked heavily.

James sneered, "Pretending to be a ghost."

He took off the pistol and refilled it with bullets.

Xu Shu smoked a cigarette very quickly. Before James could finish filling the bullet, he put out the cigarette butt, reached behind his back, and with two swishes, two Northwest Black Tigers fell into his palms.

"Ha ha……"

James laughed so hard that tears came down his face, "I used the Northwest Black Tiger to attack me. I was worried that one handful would not be enough, so I got two.

Idiot, short range shooting, range and power are never considered, accuracy is the first priority.

Your two shabby guns have long been eliminated in Haixi, and you still treat them as treasures.

It's a pity that the souls who died under my gun have become more unknown."
Chapter completed!