"Johnny, fuck you!"
Wild Dog, who has been in the underworld for so long, also has a natural instinct for crisis.
In the instant Johnny almost raised his gun, Wild Dog leapt without hesitation and hid behind a piece of cover.
But his other subordinates in the Wild Dog Gang didn't have his quick reaction time, and half of them were pierced instantly under the fire from Johnny and the others, caught off guard!
Pfft, pfft!
The bullets pierced into flesh, making a dull sound, and blood gushed out from the bullet holes.
These subordinates of Wild Dog, after all, are people who lick blood off the edge of the blade, not scared silly by the sudden attack.
The remaining ones immediately shrank behind cover, hesitating not at all to draw their guns, poised to retaliate.
But Johnny caught, out of the corner of his eye, a few familiar figures blocking the way they came from in the alley.
