Everyone took a closer look. This person was wearing smart-looking camouflage clothes. He was tall and straight. He held a silencer in his hand and looked down at them.
To be able to move his hiding place so quickly, this person's agility impressed Nighthawk.
Despite the colorful paint on his devilishly handsome face, Nighthawk recognized him.
"Huo Xiaoran, I really didn't expect you to be the biggest dark horse in the police force."
Huo Xiaoran pointed his gun at Ninth Master and Xiao Ming.
Ninth Master looked at Huo Xiaoran with an abnormally bright gaze. There was the relief of an old father, the guilt for the child, and the helplessness of the current situation.
"Xiaoran, don't block the way here. Do you think you can snipe so many of us? You're simply dreaming," Ninth Master berated Huo Xiaoran, but his gaze was fixed behind him.
