The neck snapped, the head turned one hundred eighty degrees, emitting a creepy sound.
Even the mercenaries accustomed to life and death felt a shiver down their spines at this moment.
However, after all, they are people who lick blood off the blade, daring to come and do such a big job, casually throwing out bombs, they wouldn't just go weak in the knees.
Instead, they were aroused to ferocity.
"Damn it!"
"What is that?!"
"Even if it's a ghost, I'll kill it!"
Rat-a-tat-tat~
They only flinched for a moment before pulling the triggers.
But Jackal, in life, was a top-tier assassin, controlling his body to twist his head to scare them was not merely his twisted hobby; it was purely to buy some time!
The reversed body had already drawn the pistol from his waist, continuously firing.
Even as the bulletproof vest on his body was pierced through, being riddled with a barrage, it was almost with pinpoint accuracy that he took down most of the team with nearly one shot per person.
