The on-site reporters were the only ones who seemed to be fueled by adrenaline, raising their phones and cameras and wildly pressing the shutters, the flashes more dazzling than when facing the Governor.
Many of the on-site supporters instinctively stepped back, stumbling into each other, afraid of being caught in this sudden storm.
A diligent guard was the first to rush out from the edge of the crowd, shouting loudly, "Stop! Or I will shoot!"
However, the heavily armed Harley showed no sign of slowing down, continuing to charge toward the dais with crushing force.
The shotgun in Zhou Qingfeng's hand was faster than the guard's words. Grabbing the short gunstock with one hand, he aimed forward and pulled the trigger.
With a loud "Boom," the shotgun spewed out a burst of hot flames, and the pellets poured out like a torrential rain.
The chest of that guard suddenly blossomed with a flower of blood, his whole body struck by an invisible force, falling backward.
