Pus-filled faces charged over like demons.
The stones were thrown.
Hitting in front of Gan Shang, this made Gan Shang even more furious: "Damn it all, kill them all. You think I can't do without you?"
Even if they fought desperately, they couldn't resist the penetration of bullets.
In the fierce gunfire, these refugees fell one after another, sometimes tumbling forward, sometimes sprawling backward.
Some of them, seeing the people in front being mercilessly shot down, retreated in fear.
But most of them acted as if they had nothing to lose, thinking they were going to die anyway, so they might as well die in a blaze of defiant glory.
The sky was gloomy.
Not so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, but about as dark as a moonlit night.
On Gan Shang's side, lights were turned on as they gunned down the group of refugees.
But there were some areas without light, where refugees resorted to sneak attacks, directly biting the security personnel to death.
