Chapter 367 - 200 Night Raid on the Camp_3
"Little Rock is just too dangerous, driving there will get us there by dawn, and the casino is about to close, the place got robbed just recently! Many tire shops were also smashed into, better to find an Underground Entertainment Venue on the poor streets of Los Angeles, might even save some money." Black said.
"ok, you’re the boss." Black casually smoked a leaf, chatting with each other.
Sieg aimed at his head and pulled the trigger, snapping.
Turning his head in the moment, Black was still smoking a leaf, everything went dark before his eyes, and suddenly fell to the ground.
The nearby Black heard the sound, turned around, and saw the watermelon burst open, was shocked stiff on the spot, with a cigarette still in his mouth before he could react, Sieg, like the grim reaper, aimed the sniper scope again at his dark head.
Pulled the trigger, snap!
Black also fell with the sound, making barely any noise.
Sieg continued to set up the gun, peering through the factory window glass, observing the inside situation where black people were singing and dancing, smoking leaves, drinking beer, and tuning the radio.
Reported: "Target down. Ready to infiltrate."