Zhang Shiming watched the giant mosquito slowly rise into the sky, harboring some peculiar thoughts.
"Could it be that this mosquito really came to help me? Impossible!"
However, now was not the time to be pondering such matters. He breathed heavily, holding the gun at the two strong men while slowly backing away...
Until he reached the slope.
Zhang Shiming darted straight into the bushes!
"Bastard! How could you have lost your handgun?! Did you want to commit suicide or get me killed? Have you lost your mind?"
"I... It was all that mosquito's doing-- wait? Where's the mosquito? It ran away too!" The brawny man who had lost his handgun felt wronged. Just as he was about to turn around to find the mutant mosquito that made him lose his weapon, he found no shadow of it anywhere.
"Did you have the safety on your handgun earlier?"
Another henchman, recalling previous details, questioned.