A violent explosion erupted in the head.
Numerous lines flew chaotically through the wounds, reminding Gu Ran of hand-pulled noodles.
Indeed, like hand-pulled noodles, so thin... The damage firearms did to the monstrous bird was akin to a human being accidentally scratched by a new piece of paper.
New paper is intimidating, but that's only based on not wanting to get hurt. Once indifference sets in, what harm can paper do?
The gun in Gu Ran's hands might as well be made of cardboard.
Su Qing couldn't believe it: "Why did you shoot?"
"Strike first for the upper hand." Gu Ran was even more puzzled.
"What if it was a good guy... good, huh?"
"Since when do good guys have three eyes and mouths full of saliva?"
"Aim for the eyes and mouth!" Su Qing raised her gun.
He Qingyan had already started firing.
"Fight while retreating!" she shouted.
"Can't use the profession!" Chen Ke tried using manga paper, but failed.
