Seeing the members' eyebrows blooming with blood and falling in front of him one after another, Han Haidong's eyes opened wide in an instant, and his clothes were windless. The buttons of his clothes were ruthlessly burst and tensed away as he suddenly inhaled, and the blue veins on his forehead were bulging high.

He suddenly flipped out from the corner and shot the opponent who was slowly standing up. Bang! The bullet with anger and murderous intent shot the black man quickly, but his strength did not change due to hatred. When Han Haidong raised the gun and shot the bullet and rolled, the black man also pulled the trigger.

"Dang!" In Han Haidong's incredibly surprised, the bullet that Han Haidong shot was actually intercepted by the bullet fired by the black man. Two peanut-sized warheads collided in mid-air, and a deafening sound was made. Then Dangdang fell to the ground and rolled.

Han Haidong's mouth trembled: How is this possible?

The next second, the black man raised his muzzle, and the pistol in his hand burst out with a fire, dazzling, knocking Han Haidong's helmet to the side to break apart. Although it did not hurt Han Haidong, the huge impact made his head dizzy. Han Haidong felt the god of death pass by at this moment.

Damn! Han Haidong couldn't help but curse a word in his heart. He had seen many strong men in his life, and the snipers he killed had two hands, including elite figures like Kurosawa Shi. But compared to this black man, Han Haidong suddenly found that those people didn't need to be mentioned at all.

However, when the black-armed man stepped forward to repair the gun, Han Haidong quickly flipped into the corner of the bedroom and shot a bullet forward. This series of actions was clean, agile and coordinated, and it was hard to believe that Han Haidong could still make such smooth movements as flowing.

"Dark Assassin?"

When the gunshots were silent, Han Haidong hid in the corner, the legendary name appeared coldly. Regardless of whether he could fight against this black man with bare hands, at least he had lost most of the guns. If it weren't for the bulletproof vest and helmet, the three words Han Haidong would have become history.

Han Haidong listened quietly to the movements around him. He heard the beating of the two of them. He knew in his heart that more than a dozen elite Chu family members had been reimbursed. He had a gloomy face and wanted to fight back, but finally suppressed his impulse, knowing that he would only seek death when he rushed out at this time, so it would be better to delay the time.

Maybe Fu Wenhao will arrive soon.

The man in black did not answer, and Han Haidong only heard the sound of backward footsteps.

Fu Wenhao arrived fifteen minutes later. When he arrived, the fight had ended. All the fifteen elite soldiers were shot in their foreheads and fell into a pool of blood.

The guns in their hands are almost all full of bullets, which means that many people were shot dead by their opponents without even firing the gun.

Fifteen top elites were lying on the ground in various positions, each of whom was extremely unwilling and angry, and the blood popped out of the wound made them feel sad. Fu Wenhao squatted down in front of each corpse, suppressed his emotions and reached out to close their eyes.

Fifteen people died, but Han Haidong was not dead.

Han Haidong sat silently in the corner of the bedroom, pulling all his helmet and clothes off, throwing them in front of him and drinking water in big mouthfuls.

He had no wounds on his body but his clothes were soaked. It was obvious that he had experienced a hard battle. Fu Wenhao could imagine the danger of gunfight when he saw his embarrassment.
Chapter completed!