Zhao Ming fired three shots in a row, but they were all empty. The chaser's movements were originally spiritual fire. When they saw the guns in Zhao Ming's hand, they never stopped.
The body kept jumping.
Even if Zhao Ming has the sharpshooter's ability, it is useless now. If you can't hit, you can't hit.
This is the first time his ability has lost its effect.
Zhao Ming's face turned pale, and he couldn't help taking two steps back, looking at the zombies getting closer and closer, his body trembling more and more severely.
"He seems to be dying, are you really not going?" Lin Fei continued to ask Li Guang.
"Your illusion is nothing more."
Li Guang wiped his sweat and said, "Zhao Ming is actually very strong."
But his voice just fell.
Snapped!
A figure of a chaser swept past Zhao Ming, like a flash of lightning, and shot off his gun.
The pistol slid on the tiled floor, and finally stopped in front of them.
boom!
Zhao Ming also fell to the ground because of great strength.
The three chasers fell in front of Zhao Ming and approached them a little bit, while the other spotted Lin Fei and Li Guang and came to them.
Lin Fei said: "His gun has been knocked out. It seems that it's not working anymore. Are you really going to shoot?"
"Moreover, now that one has come to us, are you really not going to make a move?"
Li Guang looked at the zombie in front of him.
The original nervousness suddenly disappeared, and a wave of hideousness suddenly appeared on his face, grabbing Lin Fei's arm, and throwing him at the zombie.
"Go to hell, idiot!"
He exclaimed: "Since I saw you yesterday, I was thinking about how to get rid of you."
"I wanted you to die downstairs quietly, but I didn't expect you to be so disobedient."
"In this case, don't blame me for doing it myself."