Now that Elvis had made up his mind to fight, he had to kill them with one blow. Although he had practiced archery for only a few days, the two men were only a few meters away. Plus there was no barrier between him and them, and he was in the high place and had the advantage, he believed he could make it.
The first bolt was shot out and it directly found its way into one of the two man’s chest. The man’s blood gushed from his wound and from his mouth and nose. He had no chance to survive.
“Peter!” The other man called out his companion’s name desperately. He then grabbed the shotgun and shot at Elvis.
Elvis would not give him chance to aim at him. He got down on the truck roof with Albert, with the wall as a cover for them. He then raised his hand and stretched out the middle finger, pr
