Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!

Although the second target reacted, he only saw shadows flying sideways in front of him. When he wanted to shoot, he heard something explode in his chest.

It was the bullet that flipped forward with such force that it penetrated his heart in seconds. His heart, which had been beating, suffered extensive damage.

There was no buffer for the other party, nor did the other party realize that his life was in danger. One second, he could breathe fresh air, and the next, death was coming.

Ye Jian, who turned sideways and shot two bullets at breakneck speed, landed first with her right hand holding the pistol. The sound of gunshots disappeared. After landing and rolling two and a half times, she was already leaning against the tree. She was panting, a little short of breath.

The gunshots were not too loud. They were low and deep like two soft drum beats. There was no power to them at all.

Even the smell of gunpowder was blown away by the salty sea breeze in less than a minute.

Ye Jian didn't stand up immediately when she heard the sound of someone falling to the ground. Instead, she leaned against the tree quietly and counted to five before bowing and leaving.

The black shadow, who had already fled at least 50 meters away, ran too fiercely. He cursed softly when he did not hear footsteps chasing after him. He sat on the ground with his hands on his knees as if he had broken down.

Before he could relax, a cold voice came from behind.

"Stand up."

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At the same time, the speaker pressed something hard against his temple. "Put down the thing you're holding, or I can guarantee you that I won't treat you kindly with the thing I'm holding in my hand."

The voice was low and slow. It was clearly a threat, but there was an indescribable elegance to the person's words that made one's blood run cold.

"God…" The dark figure, who was so shocked that he almost wet his pants, heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the voice. Even his tense shoulders relaxed completely.

'This bloody Chinese! One day, I'll send you to see God!'

The Western man who looked down on Chinese people from the bottom of his heart could only curse in his heart. It was stupid to flare up at his own people at this time.

Even though he knew it would be foolish to lash out at one of his own at this moment, there was no way he could let go of his prejudice. He growled in rough English with a heavy accent, "Jack! Where did you come from?!"

He tilted his head, and the terrifying barrel of the gun hit the side of his forehead. The already disheveled man was instantly furious. He raised his hand and smacked the Chinese man's arm away fiercely.

"Damn it! Are you going to keep pointing it at my head? Get your gun off me, Chinese!"

He was embarrassed and angry at being seen in this state.

But the Chinese man didn't put down his arm, let alone put down his gun. Instead, the gun was pressed hard against the center of the other man's forehead… The Western man even heard the click of the trigger.

"You… Hey, buddy, what do you want? Don't joke around with guns." He dared to throw a tantrum just now, but now, he was terrified. His lips trembled when he spoke.

Xia Jinyuan, the Chinese man whose arm hurt from the slap, was on a mission. He saw this and retracted his gun. He smiled faintly and said in standard American English. "You seem to be afraid? Do you need to be afraid? You have a gun in your hand too."

The man whose forehead was no longer being pressed against by a gun was even angrier. Resentment flashed across his eyes as he gritted his teeth and replied, "Of course, I'm afraid! If it were you, they would have killed you long ago, just like this…"