The bullet pierced through Wang Xiang's skull, bringing out a stream of warm blood and brains.

Blood was sprinkled on Dustbrook's body, dripping down the smooth leather coat.

The bullet grazed Dustbrook's face, and for a moment, she tilted her head slightly, watching the bloody bullet spin and fly into the night sky.

Under the eaves of the corridor, everyone woke up, and Li Shunhe was the first to rush to Chenxi with a gun.

He had long seen that Chenxi had stopped Wang Xiang, who seemed to be returning from Xiaoxi, and watched her throw Wang Xiang to the ground with one hand.

He had already stood up and was about to go to see what was going on, but looking at Wang Xiang's lewd smiling face, he stopped.

He thought that the two of them were old acquaintances, even if they weren't old acquaintances, even if she beat Wang Xiang, it didn't seem to have anything to do with him, Lao Tzu was not a policeman, so much to do.

But he never expected that Wang Xiang would be shot.

He knew that Dusty Creek had a gun, although he didn't see if it was Dusty Creek's gun at the time, when the gunfire was indeed coming from that direction, although the sound sounded a little far away, he didn't know if it was an echo or what the reason was.

His first instinct was to go and see if it was Dusty Creek's shot.

If yes, then this woman is too dangerous!

He had to seize her gun and the sword, and if necessary, he planned to forcibly subdue her, even kill her.

Otherwise, who knows if she will kill other people next, including herself who has had skirmishes with her before.

Xu Qingyang's first reaction when he opened his eyes after hearing the gunshots was to hold the gun and glance at Li Shunhe, only to find that Li Shunhe had rushed to the edge of the rooftop not far away.

There, standing the woman and Wang Xiang, who was slowly falling.

Twenty years of military career allowed him to hear the location of the gunfire immediately.

He regretted it a little, let Li Shunhe stay in the middle of the night, this recruit had too little experience, he would definitely think that the woman fired the gun.

He was sure that the gunfire was coming from the opposite building.

Wang Xiang was not killed by that woman.

Wang Xiang's body was slowly falling, and Chenxi turned her head to look at the building opposite, she ripped off her trench coat, stepped onto the edge of the rooftop, and pulled out the silver pistol from her waist.

A full moon hung high above her head.

The white moonlight shone on the silver barrel, sparkling.

The black trench coat was behind her, swinging without the wind.

Because the action of pulling out the gun was too fast, even Li Shunhe, who was approaching her quickly, didn't see it, but he really saw the silver pistol in her hand that was exuding a cold air.

At that moment, he confirmed that she must have fired the shot.

……

A hundred meters away, on the opposite side of the building, it was still like a dead land.

Dustbrook's eyes were fixed on the roof of the building.

If you want to choose long-range sniping, the difference between the ten-story building and the eleven-story building is that the sniper angle of the ten-story building can only be looking up, counting the half-body-high wall at the edge of the rooftop, and you can also do a headshot, you can only choose the sniper point on the roof of the ten-story building.

If you want to talk about responsibility, Chenxi actually has a lot of responsibility, because she pushed Wang Xiang to the rooftop, and this feeling is as if she killed Wang Xiang with her own hands.

But she didn't care, it was not a pity that someone like Wang Xiang died, but it was a pity that he had not finished speaking.

He wanted to say, who is Leng Yunshu going to?

As soon as he thought of this, Dusty Creek was very angry!

She glared at the rooftop opposite, holding the silver pistol in one hand at the wall at the entrance of the opposite building.

The fence is not high, and from her position, there is just enough place to hide a person in the shadows, and it is close to the corridor, which is also convenient for escape.

She wasn't sure if the killer was still there, because if it was her, she would have turned and fled as soon as she was shot.

"Put down the gun!" Li Shunhe arrived in front of Dusty Creek in a blink of an eye, pointed his gun at Dusty Creek, and shouted at her.

Dustbrook ignored him, and didn't even look at him.

"Put down the gun! Otherwise I'm going to shoot! Li Shunhe continued to shout.

This time he was resolute, not even the gun in his hand shaking, and he became calmer under what he thought was a great threat.

His index finger had already pulled the trigger.

The woman in front of him felt very bad about him, not good from the beginning.

He was very sure that if he continued to keep this crazy woman, their group would definitely be affected by her, and finally become the food in the mouths of those zombies.

He's still young, and he doesn't want to die yet.

He decided that if the woman didn't lay down her weapon after three seconds, he would shoot her in the head.

Just like Wang Xiang lying on the ground.

Xu Qingyang and Zhang Lin were approaching quickly, shouting something to Li Shunhe with their mouths open, but Li Shunhe didn't hear it, his attention was all focused on Chenxi's body at the moment.

After three seconds......

Dusty Creek still didn't look back, didn't speak, and didn't put down the weapon in his hand.

Li Shunhe's fingers moved and pulled the trigger.

"Don't shoot!" Xu Qingyang was already close, shouted, and stretched out his right hand to grab Li Shunhe.

Boom!!!

The moment the bullet came out, the sword on Dustbrook's back moved.

The sound of the gun was mixed with the sound of the sword coming out of the sheath, and the red fire that erupted from the barrel of the gun was accompanied by a bright sword light under the bright moon, intertwined like lightning and flint.

There was a dead silence......

The gun in Li Shunhe's hand fell.

Because his right hand holding the gun was broken!

The sword thudged deep into the concrete on the ground.

Li Shunhe looked at his right arm fiercely, below the elbow joint had been cut into a flat cut by the sharp sword, and the broken hand was holding the gun handle, lying on the ground bloody.

It wasn't until the blood at the fracture spurted out suddenly that he felt the sharp pain.

"Ahh ......" a tearing wail came from his mouth.

The unbearable pain made his feet go limp, and he fell to his knees in pain.

Boom!! Boom!! Boom!!!

Three more gunshots.

It was Dustbrook's gun.

After the silver pistol was fired, no fire erupted, no bullets were seen, and even the sound seemed to be equipped with a muffler, which could only be heard by those who were nearby.

But the power of the gun is countless times greater than that of any pistol in the world today, and even comparable to the power of military sniper howitzers.

Li Shunhe was frightened by the three gunshots, and the whole person was already curled up in a ball with the severed hand, and every time the gun rang out, he would let out a scream.

He thought all three shots would hit him.

……

Dusty Creek is really angry right now!

Although this emotion was already very foreign to her, if you counted those two hundred and seventy-one years, she had not been angry with anyone or anything for three hundred years.

If it weren't for the person on the opposite rooftop, she might have really killed Li Shunhe.

Even if there is a butterfly effect!

Anyway, the only clue has been broken.

The wall in front of the entrance of the rooftop building on the opposite side was smashed into cement brick slag by a shot from Chenxi, and flew into the sky like a fairy scattering flowers.

The man behind the wall quickly dodged towards the perimeter of the corridor and received a second shot from Dustbrook.

This shot pierced through the roof of the building, and the position where the person was standing was hit by the "bullet" into a huge circular hole.

But he dodged anyway, dodged, and entered the hallway.

The last shot bit the man's footsteps and slammed into the hallway.

Exploded in a cloud of dust and debris.

Dusty Creek knew, but still didn't hit.

Three shots in a row, the guns were fatal, almost missed, but they were all easily dodged by the man.

Who is that man?

In the process of almost less than three seconds of fighting, that person only left Dusty Creek with a back.

It was a wide back that only a man can have.

The man, dressed in a black suit.

When the dust cleared on the opposite side, countless footsteps and the howls of zombies sounded in the streets around the Kowloon City clothing hypermarket.

Dust Creek, which had exhausted all its spiritual power, could no longer support it.

Straight straight to the back and passed out.