At the critical moment, Zhang Ziyue showed his desire to survive, immediately leaping backward with one hand on the ground, while simultaneously throwing away the gun in his hand and reaching for the weapon on his back.
However, the enemy before him seemed not to plan to entangle with Zhang Ziyue too much and instead leapt forward, rushing toward the crowd ahead.
The advantage of one person rushing into a group of enemies is that others, to avoid accidental injury, often dare not shoot recklessly, while you can freely shoot anyone.
But this time, the newcomer's calculation fell through.
The moment the pistol was drawn, another dart accurately shot toward the wrist of his gun-holding hand.
The newcomer shrank his wrist, dodging the incoming dart; his figure ghostly swept across the lawn, charging toward Wu Li standing at the entrance of the corridor ahead!
