With the heavy body of the mutant buffalo falling to the ground, mobs had been pushed out by refugees who could still move. These people had strange looks on their faces, but they didn't dare to be rash. They were armed men, not unarmed sheep.
Guns were one of the most bloody and cruel inventions in human history.
With guns in hand, even a three-year-old child could be killed by a battle-hardened warrior.
The mob twisted his head. He didn't want to be shot to death by the stray bullets.
"It's just a little girl. You can get her even if you don't have to take risks." The key reason why he could accurately understand the environment and appropriately choose the right way to take the initiative to do so was that he had become a small group of mobs.
He was about to do something to save th
