O'Sullivan's expression changed instantly.
Bang!
A low sound echoed from afar, a bullet whistling through the air, piercing O'Sullivan's shoulder, a 7.62mm rifle hitting the target precisely.
The dagger fell to the ground, O'Sullivan clutching his shoulder and screaming, "Damn it! Kill him!"
Bang bang bang bang!
The low sounds in the nearby bushes continued without pause, bullets appeared in the air like falling raindrops from the sky, dense, leaving no place to hide.
Clack, Ella and Kelly emptied their magazines, sixty bullets suddenly appeared like a disaster.
Bang bang bang!
The bullets pierced through bodies, blood mist spreading in the air.
O'Sullivan's men turned into targets.
Six men fell to the ground instantly, the clearing fell silent. O'Sullivan's eyes widened, seemingly unable to believe what he saw.
"Fuck!"
Ella and Kelly emerged from the bushes with their pistols pointed at O'Sullivan.
Women?
The Colombian cartel leader nearly cursed God.
