Then he quickly rose up and ran out the door.

This speed is actually faster than Wen Zilong.

Wen Zilong got off the elevator entrance on the second floor and saw four ink clay men wearing black clothes running quickly outside.

He ignored it and continued to strode towards the gate.

Just arrived at the gate.

Tatta--

Tatta--

Tatta--

He shot three times in a row, and he was not biased and hit his head.

"Hiss—"

Wen Zilong took a breath of coldness in pain.

Although he can protect himself from the eggs, he is only limited to pistol bullets.

He was still a little helpless when facing the Type 95 rifle bullet with a larger caliber and greater power.

The bullet was stuck in the middle of the scales on his head. Although he couldn't get in directly, it hurt so much that he kept sucking in.

At the same time, the three security personnel holding rifles failed to directly shoot the guy's head when they saw the bullet hit the guy's head.

They all gasped.
Chapter completed!