The Chevrolet Battle Axe chopped deeply into the handsome jaw shell of the Gigantic Clam Man, leaving only the handle visible as fresh blood "sizzied" and spurted out.
A series of loud "crack crack" explosions.
Silvester dumbfoundedly lowered his head, dumbly inspecting the naked body within his clamshell, tried to look up again, but felt as if his neck was caught by a ten-thousand-pound boulder.
From his crotch up to his chest, there was a neat row of holes, from which thin streams of fresh blood spurted out.
Guoguo twirled the still steaming Torrential Pear Blossom Crossbow in her hands, casually blew the white mist from its muzzle, then tucked it back into her pouch pocket, pulling her little cowboy hat down in a cool gesture, with a mischievous smile on her chubby little face.
