"Bang!" The gunshot rang out, the muzzle almost pressed against the head of the person charging forward. The bullet penetrated, leaving a bullet hole, came out the other side, carrying a trail of blood. A point-blank shot didn't result in a headshot, but the enemy fell dead on the spot.
Luo Zheng seized the opportunity and propelled himself forcefully towards the enemy who fired the shot. With the reverse grip on his military knife, it twisted bizarrely in the air, creating a sinister Death God's streak, quickly slashing the opponent's neck, spurting a blood stream explosively. The enemy's face twisted in horror, instinctively dropping the gun, clasping his neck tightly, yet unable to stop the blood gushing out.
