Jacques, suspended in mid-air, saw the gun in Luo An's hand aimed at him, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he cursed out loud:
"F—"
Before he could finish the salutation, Luo An, with a smile on his face, pulled the trigger of the Glock 18.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Four 9mm bullets flew out of the barrel in an instant, three of which accurately hit Jacques's left and right calves and left arm.
The remaining bullet, due to Jacques's hurried twist of his body, accidentally struck the root of his right thigh.
Boom—
Jacques, with a bag slung on his back, did not fall to the bottom of the building in mid-air; he ultimately succeeded in leaping onto the rooftop diagonally opposite.
But he didn't land on his feet, he went straight down, face-first to the ground.
Accompanied by a burst of painful cursing.
"Son of a bitch!"
Feeling the pain from his three limbs, Jacques's face twitched, and he inhaled sharply.
