His gun was equipped with a silencer, so none of these shots made much noise.

The men outside had no idea what was going on inside the house.

They had no idea that Mark was now covered in cold sweat.

Mark is going crazy.

He swore he had never seen such a monster.

After so many shots, this monster actually did nothing and stood there motionless.

It was as if the guns hadn't hit him.

Yes, Mark now doubts whether he missed everything.

How could anyone withstand so many bullets?

He found it unbelievable.

In other words, he feels that this is not true at all.

He simply couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Everything far exceeded his expectations.

Mark froze on the spot, as if he had lost his soul, and stared blankly at the He Zhou clone taking something out of his arms.

The movements of He Zhou's clone are very natural, neither fast nor slow, nor in a hurry.

Mark's eyes were dull, as if he had lost his life.

Finally, Mark saw clearly what was in the hands of He Zhou's clone.

It was a painting, a painting that looked very simple.
Chapter completed!