Chapter 89: Facing Off

The muzzle flame of the Howling Reaper flickered, bullets carrying the wailing of the Reaper itself, enveloping two Russian soldiers like a storm.

One didn't react at all and was riddled with holes immediately, while another, with a bowed head, kept an eye on Tang Zheng from the corner of his eyes. As he saw the muzzle turn towards him, he grabbed the shoulder of a passenger in front of him, hoping to use them as a meat shield should anything happen. Unfortunately, the power of the bullets was too great, and pierced through them both.

Broken flesh and limbs flew everywhere, splashing onto nearby passengers, who were terrified, screaming and ducking for cover.

Beard, seeing Tang Zheng open fire, his eyes suddenly sharpened, startled, thinking he had been discovered. Then, seeing that the dead were two unrelated 'passengers', he thought the handsome fellow must be a psychopathic killer, despite his looks. Taking advantage of the chaos, he moved towards Tang Zheng's back.