Chapitre 451: I'm a Poor Shot

They didn't even have time to react to what had happened. Almost all of them had been wiped out before they even knew who their enemies were…

This sudden development scared the few remaining people. With no regards for Ryan, they escaped, begging for dear life. However, that was impossible.

"Don't leave even one rat alive!" Sam ordered. Wolf and the rest opened fire, and the escaping men collapsed into lifeless piles. Ryan looked at all these with a blank expression. Who can tell me what's going on…

However, he subconsciously lifted up his gun and pointed it at Sam. His dark skin frighteningly pale.

"Stay, stay away from me!" He demanded in a shaking voice. There were even tears streaming down his face. Sam and the rest shook their heads in derision while looking at him. They were not fazed by his threat.

"Ryan, I advise you to put down your gun…"