Just as Su Guowei was in a daze, a mercenary raised his gun and was about to shoot. Fortunately, Zhao Tianbao was the first to shoot. "Big Brother, can we still fight?"
Facing Zhao Tianbao's question, Su Guowei skillfully changed the magazine. "Nonsense. Are you sleepy?"
Su Guowei was no longer a farmer in that small mountain village. Perhaps to him, this long-lost feeling allowed him to find his old self from many years ago. When he raised his gun again, although he no longer had a legitimate identity, he was still fighting for 'protection'.
This was undoubtedly a form of redemption for him.
The gunshots on the battlefield became softer and softer. Most of the mercenaries had become cold corpses. The rest were resisting stubbornly. The assassins in the dark were constantly being found.