The man who came down was a gaunt tall figure, his gun still in his hand, but he himself hadn't realized he'd been shot in the hand.
The armor-piercing discarding sabot bullet was thin and long, too stable; passing through the palm left just a tiny hole. In the extreme tension of Brick Platform Mountain, he might not even have felt pain, let alone have his movement hindered.
So the person who got off the vehicle continued to brandish his gun recklessly, trying to put a bullet in Gao Guang's head.
Gao Guang drew his second gun and fired again with his right hand, hitting the enemy's wrist. After that shot, the opponent's gun finally fell to the ground, and then the only remaining gunman instinctively turned his head to run.
"Stop!"
Gao Guang shouted, but when he saw that the target had no intention of stopping, he had no choice but to fire again, striking the target's leg.
A cry of pain, and the skinny tall man stumbled to the ground.