Just like the first shot just now, the moment Fujiwara Yu saw the woman take out the grenade through the scope, he began to consider the friction resistance between the bullet and the air and how to control the recoil of the sniper rifle. He even quickly calculated in his mind the most reasonable shooting time and the landing position of the grenade after it was thrown up.

But all his thoughts were in vain, because when he fired the bullet, the grenade had already fallen to the ground and exploded. When the bullet passed to the other side, it did not hit the grenade, but the rear tire of the car which was far away.

"Tsk, did it miss?"

White, who was squatting on the side, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it back. He really wanted to say: Mr. Clare, it seems a bit far off.

Fujiwara Yu narrowed his eyes and thought that it would be a good idea to shoot through the rear tires of the car. As long as both tires were removed, the woman would not be able to drive away. Then he could just call the police and force the organization to retreat in embarrassment.

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate and aimed directly at the front tire of the car and pulled the trigger.

But ideals are beautiful and reality is cruel. The second bullet did not penetrate the front tire, but instead shot a big hole in the front windshield, leaving countless cracks.

"Gudu."

White couldn't help swallowing. He didn't expect that Mr. Claire couldn't hit such a big tire. It seemed that Mr. Claire really had no talent for sniping.

"Tsk, is it off again?"

Fujiwara Yu's desire to win inexplicably rose up. He aimed at the front tire again and pulled the trigger, but the direction of the bullet made White next to him perform a Tong Kong earthquake instantly.

I even cursed in my heart: oh s*it!