In an instant, Su Qin stretched out his feet slightly and exposed half of the steel helmet outside. At this time, he held the gun in both hands and concentrated his energy.

In the moment of lightning, Yang Biao's lips curled up in a curve: "Haha, this is a wise man's concerns, and there will be losses. Su Qin, go back and rest first!"

He pulls the trigger!

Bang!

The sniper rifle made a deafening sound.

Huh?

Why is there no smoke?

Yang Biaoyi was stunned.

In an instant, Su Qin took a step forward, and his foot was still on the steel helmet he had just now.

At this time, he raised his gun, but he didn't aim, and raised his hand to make a gun!

Bang!

The first rifle to be researched by the Imperial Academy of Sciences made a crisp sound.
Chapter completed!