After Milo pulled the trigger and shot his enemy, he did not let his guard down. Instead, he turned around and ran into the wilderness behind him.
No one stipulated that there could only be two Ultima Consortium snipers here in the mountain range.
Who knew if there were actually three of them?
At this moment, the wound on his outer left thigh that was grazed by the sniper’s bullet was still bleeding profusely. He had to limp along.
It was not that he could not endure the pain, but that his left leg was a little weak now since the muscle fibers were torn. No matter how strong his willpower was, he could not mend the muscle fibers in an instant.
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