In the dense forest of Kunshan.
Mu Wan had known that Qin Mu was professionally trained before.
Only, she hadn’t expected him to be this formidable.
Qin Mu rapidly seized one person’s gun with lightning speed and imdiately aid at another.
Qin Mu used his injured right arm, his handso face sowhat pale.
The rain poured down on everyone, and the two special forces soldiers’ expressions changed when they saw Qin Mu’s figure.
"Brother Xiaomu..."
The man being aid at by Qin Mu was soone who had previously trained with Qin Mu, but he had been bribed by Feng Jun and had been following him around after retiring these years.
Back when they were in the army, he had not been a stranger to Qin Mu.
"It’s a pity you still rember . I thought...all these years, following Feng Jun, you would have completely buried your true nature."
Qin Mu’s lips curled into a cold smile, pressing into a thin line.
"Drop the gun and put your hands up."
"You... you’re injured."
With an injured right hand, it’s impossible to counter the recoil of the handgun, so Qin Mu might very well harm his right arm, completely miss, or not even fire the bullet.
The man’s eyes were full of doubt, while Qin Mu’s lips curled up, his left hand holding the man beside him, and his right hand aiming the black handgun at the man’s chest.
"If you doubt my accuracy, you can try.
Adong: "..."
Adong heard Qin Mu’s words, pursed his lips, his expression a little grim.
Faced with the man in front of him, god-like as he seed, he dared not question him.
Yes, because Qin Mu was known in Team A as a sharpshooter.
Always hitting his mark, his accuracy was near perfect.
"I’ll say it again, put the gun down, hmm?"
"Brother Xiaomu... you wouldn’t dare fire because... if you do, others will co here."
"Adong, I spent years in Team A; do you think I wouldn’t know whether this gun is silenced or not?"
Adong: "..."
Adong was speechless, looking at Qin Mu, a shiver running down his spine.
Mu Wan stood beside Qin Mu, her eyes entirely on Qin Mu’s right hand, seeing that although the bullet wound was not deep, it was extensive enough to be concerning.
While Adong still hesitated, Qin Mu suddenly fired, directly hitting the man’s right wrist.
"Ah..."
Adong scread in excruciating pain as the gun in his hand fell to the ground.
Qin Mu pressed his lips tightly, looked at Mu Wan, and murmured, "Pick it up."
"Mm."
Mu Wan picked up a handgun for the first ti, trembling as she held it in her palm.
Because Qin Mu had just fired, he could clearly feel his right wrist, which had begun to heal and stopped bleeding, starting to seep blood again.
Mu Wan bit her lip, constantly concerned about Qin Mu’s condition, yet not daring to ask directly for fear of arousing the n’s suspicions.
"Adong, if not for the sake of old tis, what you’ve done would be enough for to kill you a hundred tis over."
Upon hearing this, Adong’s face went pale as rain washed over his wrist, causing blood to pour out profusely.
"But still, there is legal punishnt..."
After saying this, Qin Mu swiftly raised his hand, directly striking the neck of the man he had been restraining, knocking him out.
...
After Qin Mu knocked out the man beside him, his lips pressed tightly together.
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