The sea wind howled, lashing icy cold against their faces.
After Wang Hai let out a scream, both sides opened fire almost at the same time.
Bang bang bang
The gunshots erupted chaotically, bullets spraying from muzzles, crisscrossing red streaks in the air, ripping through bodies with sickening squelches, leaving bloody holes behind.
Zhang Qiaoqiao was standing in the middle—almost three bullets hit her body.
In an instant, her flesh was torn open, blood spurting out, dyeing her red coat an even deeper crimson.
She touched her wound in disbelief, coughed up a mouthful of blood, clutched the money bag and collapsed to the ground.
Wu Army hid behind the van and escaped the onslaught. Seeing Zhang Qiaoqiao's brutal death, he went wild and screamed, "Qiaoqiao!"
He grabbed a pistol from one of his guys and fired several shots at Wang Hai behind the car, roaring furiously, "Wang Hai, you son of a bitch! I'll fucking kill you!"
