I Work As A Cook In The Wasteland

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  Chapter 83 Death Sniper
  "I know."

  Su Mo knelt down and took out the knife under the old man's bright eyes.

  When the blade pierced the man's heart, Su Mo saw the relief in the old man's eyes.

  When the "people" around him saw this, they all squirmed in Su Mo's direction.

  The blood stains spread on the ground, shocking him.

  An old man bit Su Mo's trouser leg and begged Su Mo to hold the knife again.

  When he met those painful eyes, the wind around him became more fierce.

  "Bang!"

  The next moment...

  the old man's head exploded in front of Su Mo.

  Blood plasma mixed with white turbidity splashed all over Su Mo.

  The short knife was raised, and sparks flew from the indestructible boning knife.

  The kinetic energy of the bullet rotated on the blade. Su Mo shook his hand and the bullet fell to the ground.

  The bullet, which was as long as a hand, clinked on the ground.

  Su Mo leaned back suddenly, and the hair that was rising was shattered by a bullet.

  "There are snipers!"

  Uncle Lang, who was following Su Mo, shouted, "Don't even come down."

  "Wang Qing!"

  "Yes!"

  Wang Qing in the car turned the steering wheel violently, and the vehicle backed up and hid in the ruins to avoid being hit by bullets.

  Su Mo, who was standing on the spot, looked forward. In the distance, there was a tall building, and someone seemed to be lying on it.

  Roaring bullets were fired at Su Mo again.

  He ducked sideways, and a hole was directly blasted into the ground beside him.

  Even in her world, the power of sniper rifles was extraordinary.

  But this man's gun was even more terrifying.

  It was only when Su Mo got close that he could catch the trace of murderous aura.

  The bullet that easily penetrated the stone wall collided with the blade again.

  With mental power flowing, Su Mo cut through a bullet with one knife.

  Her right hand trembled slightly, and her fingers squeezed the handle of the knife tightly.

  "Bang!"

  A shot from a distance took away another life.

  These people were put here to stop them.

  But now, these "things" are no longer useful, and those people have begun to clean them up at will.

  "Su Mo."

  Uncle Lang, who was hiding behind the wall, shouted, wanting to rush over to help.