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“I don’t believe you dare to shoot me!”

Andy Elliot tilted his face slightly. His left cheek was pressed against the uneven ground that was mixed with sand and mud.

His tone sounded like he was threatening Feng Sheng.

A person who had never killed before would not dare to shoot his first time. He believed that Feng Sheng did not have the guts to do so.

To Andy Elliot, this was a provocative and contemptuous statement.

Feng Sheng answered him with a turn of his gun. The black muzzle was pointed at Andy Elliot’s right shoulder.

Without hesitation, he quickly pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A dull sound rang out.

Because the muzzle was pointed at Andy Elliot, the gunshot did not travel far.

This was a jungle, not a street, so it wasn’t enough to cause a stir.

Feng Sheng used his actions to answer in his stead.

After firing this shot, he immediately turned the muzzle and pressed it against Andy Elliot’s neck artery again.

“Mm…****! You actually shot!”

The Desert Eagle Golden Shotgun had a powerful killing power at close range.

Andy Elliot groaned in pain and immediately cursed.

He felt that his right shoulder must have been smashed!

Feng Sheng had turned his gun around and fired without hesitation the moment he finished his provocation.

Furthermore, he was holding the Desert Eagle Gold Handgun with an insane recoil.

Feng Sheng had indeed fired the gun with one hand, but after he fired, he maintained the same posture as if nothing had happened.

The muzzle of the gun was still strangling Andy Elliot’s lifeline.

Because of this shot, Andy Elliot’s shoulder instantly bled non-stop, and the pungent smell of blood instantly filled the air around the two of them.

The pungent smell of blood that wafted into Andy Elliot’s nose seemed to be mixed with the savagery brought by the shot.

It also showed the ruthlessness of the person behind him.

“One last time! Where is Alexander Gerri?”

Feng Sheng’s voice was even more murderous than the previous two times. There was a hint of impatience in his voice.

II II

This time, Andy Elliot didn’t dare to gamble anymore.

The gunshot wound on his right shoulder reminded him that if he continued to gamble, Feng Sheng’s shot would not be on his shoulder but on his head.

Although mercenaries lived on the edge of the blade, they had already completed their mission.

He wasn’t on a mission, so no matter how hard he worked in his free time, he wouldn’t get any reward.

He was unwilling to lose his life in such a matter.

“If I tell you where our captain is, can you promise not to kill me?”

Andy Elliot asked after some hesitation.

Judging from Feng Sheng’s swift and decisive spear attack, his opponent’s methods were extremely ruthless.

If he told Feng Sheng where Alexander Gerri was, Feng Sheng would still shoot him to death.

Was there any need for him to say anything?

Although it was very aggrieved to be shot to death like this, who asked him to be inferior?

“Do you think you still have the right to bargain?”

Feng Sheng’s cold, metallic muzzle slowly moved up Andy Elliot’s neck.

Andy Elliot’s neck felt like it was being slithered by a low-temperature snake venom. His body tensed up and he almost stopped breathing..