Squinting his eyes, Zhou Yang made a rough calculation in his mind, then, "Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The reload was instantaneous, and Zhou Yang fired three consecutive shots. The first bullet pierced through two targets, and bloody holes appeared on the bodies of both weasels in an instant.
The remaining weasels, hearing the gunfire, trembled violently in their small frames and scrambled to flee. But Zhou Yang had already pivoted his dark, hollow muzzle toward them; they were far too late. Within a few breaths, they all lay motionless on the blood-soaked ground. Their gluttony had cost them their lives.
Chapter 25