In the increasingly surging fire.

Tang Xiaolong held his breath and concentrated, adjusted his posture, aimed his right eye at the sight, and slowly pulled the trigger with his fingers.

It's obvious.

Whether successful or failed or not, he only has one chance.

Not to mention Tang Xiaolong himself, even Qin Han was secretly sweating.

Tang Xiaolong pulled the trigger, his fingers tightened and loosened again, which shows how much pressure he was under.

indeed.

This is no joke.

His shot will likely determine their future fate.

"Don't be nervous, just relax."

Chen Liang said softly.

But this comfort obviously does not play a big role.

The fire became stronger and stronger, and the rolling smoke rose into the sky, and the heat waves came to the face.

There is no time.

Tang Xiaolong breathed slowly, his eyes gradually became sharp, his pupils staring at the sight shrink to a point, and he suddenly pulled the trigger!
Chapter completed!