"Then you can die," Wang Zanghai yelled frantically, and as his screams rang out, many Wang family members with high-powered modern weapons rushed towards Wu Xie.

The sniper gunners with high penetrating firing power were behind, and the machine guns with multiple rounds of anti-aircraft fire took the lead, and the Wang family quickly advanced without hesitation in firepower, on the other hand, on the other hand, Wu Xie was standing quietly in place, holding black and gold knives in both hands, standing in front of them.

The sudden gunfire continued, and countless bullets hit the front, stirring up a cloud of dust. No one saw the action of playing Wu Xie clearly, only heard a scream that was even higher than the other, coming from behind the Wang family, the scarlet blood mist shrouded together with Wang Zanghai, the cold light flickered through the blood mist, countless stumps fell to the ground heavily, and at the same time, there was the sound of metal heavy objects falling.

Those Wang family members who were armed with machine guns stopped moving for a while, turned around and looked at the blood mist in unison, and no one dared to shoot for a while.

Wang Zanghai was surrounded by blood mist, but as the patriarch of the Wang family, he did not have the slightest panic, although the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was disgusting, but he believed that as long as the scepter held by the patriarch of the Wang family was still in his hand, he would not lose.

Just like the black gold knife of the Zhang family, only Wang Zanghai who holds a scepter is the real patriarch of the Wang family, and this scepter has been painstakingly developed over the years, and now it is basically a product combined with modern technology, which can not only open an inexplicable mechanism, but also become an invisible firepower gun that kills.

Wang Zanghai lurked quietly in the blood mist, every time Wu Xie defeated a sniper of the Wang family, the action drove the blood mist to form a spiral nest, it was this trace that exposed Wu Xie's location, and Wang Zanghai as long as he lurked in a safe position, through the scope, he could kill Wu Xie with one blow.

And these powerful snipers who threaten Wu Xie's life are just bait to attract Wu Xie's actions.

In the confrontation between the two sides, the assassin or sniper hidden in the dark is often more lethal than the spearman with heavy firepower, which is also one of Wang Zanghai's layouts, because if he wants to be a general, Wu Xie must pass through the wall of fire, break through these snipers in different directions, and then attack him in close quarters, and when Wu Xie is entangled in those miscellaneous soldiers who are not worth mentioning, Wang Zanghai is confident that he will kill Wu Xie with one shot.

Through the locking of the high-transparency sight, a black figure gradually appeared in the blood mist, even through the scope, Wang Zanghai couldn't see the appearance of that person clearly, and could only judge from the vague figure and height that this person was Wu Xie.

Bang! With a sound, Wang Zanghai pulled the trigger, and the high-speed bullet with strong penetrating power was sent out from the trajectory, and with a whoosh, it penetrated into the center of the black shadow's eyebrows, and was connected by great inertia, so that the black shadow took a few steps back slightly, but did not fall, he looked around in the blood mist, and did not find the person who attacked him.

At this time, Wang Zanghai was not only not immersed in the great joy of victory, but instead broke out in a meticulous cold sweat, the viscous blood mist wrapped his whole body, and in every breath, there was a large amount of viscous substance, adsorbed on the mucous membrane of his respiratory tract, and the burning sensation made him realize that things were developing in a strange direction more and more.

"I'm not going to lose!" Wang Zanghai shouted, banging and firing several shots in different directions, he was arrogant and did not use the scope, but each shot was not missed, and each blow was substantially hit a certain flesh, making a subtle sound and the sound of heavy objects falling.