Chapitre 861: Feeling like the bad guy for once

My drone had only flown a few feet above the air as I saw Kaley turn her head and scan around for unwanted stragglers, and she basically made everyone else involuntarily take cover in fear of being flagged. It was one thing to get flagged by a random gun barrel but it was fucking something else if you somehow got flagged by a gun barrel that rarely missed its shot.

'I guess shooting well above 100 meters is already godly for them… But yeah, it is impressive though…'

And at that point, we only heard a short exhale before three suppressed shots came one after the other, and I didn't even need to check if the victims were alive.

But the same couldn't be said for Jose's case because the ones he was aiming at had already ducked for cover—though he still made some shot that either hit or made him curse in his breath.

I decided to give him a little bone, "Green dumpster. The black bag with a straw poking out."

Jesus turned to me confused, "Huh?"

"Do you see it or not?"

"I do, but—"