At that moment, Feng Yueming's eyebrows slanted into his temples, his exquisitely sculpted facial features both lazy and sharp. Even though he was about to disable his own right arm, his expression remained composed.
"Woman, would you shed tears for me too?" He looked at the teardrops on her face and scoffed.
Mi Yao wanted to speak, but with a "Bang," a bullet from the gun in Feng Yueming's left hand pierced through his right arm, then bright red blood burst out from his camouflage suit, quickly staining his sleeve red.
"Young Commander!" Vice Officer Li exclaimed, rushing forward immediately.
However, following another "Bang," Feng Yueming raised his gun and, with lightning speed, decisively shot through Xie Ya's heart.
Mi Yao was shaken; she felt hot blood splatter on her face, then Xie Ya fell beside her.
Xie Ya, until the moment of his death, hadn't realized how fast Feng Yueming's shooting was.