"No…"
After Wang Zhizhi finished speaking, she shook her head in denial. "These rich people are all using living people as targets…"
After Wang Zhizhi finished speaking, she pulled out a few photos.
The photos were all high-definition and were filled with blood. A few people were aiming their guns at the target.
The nearest target that the person had aimed at was already lying in a pool of blood.
The man's eyes widened as if he had died with grievances.
His pupils dilated in fear.
The rest of the photos were still the same. The people in in the photos died in all kinds of ways.
Some were shot in the head, while others had a few holes in their bodies and were bleeding profusely.
There were also people covered in blood, their faces filled with helplessness and fear.
Every photo looked creepy.