"Go to hell!"
At that moment, cold sweat burst from the forehead of the black-clad assassin! It was a feeling of not seeing the Grim Reaper, but being dangerously close to him, looming over his heart!
He knew that if he did not react in advance at this time, he really wouldn't have any chance of survival!
Bang bang bang!
At this moment, the black-clad assassin, as if driven mad, pressed the silencer of his pistol against the door, and his finger continuously pulled the trigger. Bullets shattered the door and whizzed out, accompanied by his hysterical screams, shooting towards the distance.
"Trash is trash. When you fire a gun, you need to be calm and composed. Your breath is erratic, therefore your aim is off. Sigh, teaching trash like you is just too exhausting, better for you to go down and play on your own!"