Pankia was startled, but he didn't have the luxury to ponder the situation right now. He instinctively stood up using Chen Ke's strength, pulling Sleery up with him at the same time.
"Who are you...?" Sleery's heart skipped a beat. More than joy, it was fear that she felt.
People die when they're killed, after all. Just ten or so minutes ago, Chen Ke had been shot in the head right in front of her, with his brains still splattered on the ground...
"We don't have time to explain, get in the car!" Chen Ke urged.
He pulled out his Glock 17. In his eyes, all assassins had nowhere to hide. However, with everything in the world and the outlines of the assassins tinted in blue lines due to his Spiritual Vision, he found it hard to distinguish which assassins were hiding behind cover.
"It's up ahead, run." Pankia said.
"My stomach hurts..." Sleery groaned, the pain in her abdomen making it impossible to stand. She fell back to the ground.
