After shooting, xiong Ye drinks, and his words are full of linglie's murderous spirit.
"Ah
The man standing in front of the crowd, looking at his partner who was shot, roared and ran to Zhang Xiaoqiang. His face was twisted and ferocious, and he ran straight to him without any movement in his hands. His eyes were full of despair. The man had given up arresting Zhang Xiaoqiang and looked like he was going to die.
"Chong ·······"
When the man moved, xiong Ye, who was standing behind him, took advantage of the heat to strike iron and roared out. He pointed to the sky with two more shots. Xiong Ye's two shots were whipped in everyone's heart like a whip. They all drank together and rushed to Zhang Xiaoqiang with despair and hope.
"Malagobi"
Zhang Xiaoqiang yelled at him and fired np22 repeatedly in his hand, and the bullets flew out. He automatically entered the dynamic vision, and the bullets whirled to the men's eyebrows, and his left hand slowly extended to the spare cartridge clip. In the dynamic vision, he achieved the dual purpose of one mind.
Every man's eyebrows were twisted by the bullets flying in, and their flesh got into their heads. As long as they were shot by the bullets, they could no longer feel anything. There were men falling down, men tripping over the fallen people, and people stepping on the back of the tripped man and continuing to pounce on Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Zhang Xiaoqiang is quite calm, his wrist is still motionless, his fingers are moving repeatedly, and the corners of his eyes are still scanning the crowd. Finally, he finds the middle-aged man, xiong Ye, standing in the last face and looking coldly at him.
When the last bullet was shot out, Zhang Xiaoqiang slipped out of the empty cartridge clip and put his left hand into the cartridge clip like lightning. The sound of shooting continued to ring, and his left hand continued to grope for the cartridge bag at his waist. With dynamic vision, Zhang Xiaoqiang was like a golden finger. As long as he kept the continuous fire of the pistol, he was confident that he would shoot all the people who came up.
When shooting the third bullet, Zhang Xiaoqiang's left hand touched the cartridge case, and two of the three 15 rounds of spare cartridge case he had prepared were empty. Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly remembered that his one-day shooting practice had not only emptied the bullets in the ammunition box, but also his spare cartridge case. He complained in his heart that he could only continue to shoot with a stiff head, I hope those men will be scared by him in the end.
When he fired two bullets again, Zhang Xiaoqiang deflected the muzzle of the gun. He wanted to kill Xiong ye who was hiding behind him. The thief captured the king first. Just after deflecting, he saw xiong Ye's only one eye staring at him like a poisonous snake, holding a silver gray pistol in both hands, and the black muzzle was aiming at him.
Zhang Xiaoqiang felt cold in his heart. The two guns in Xiong's hand sounded first. Two bullets were fired from Xiong's two guns almost at the same time. The bullets spinning in the air flew straight to him. Dynamic vision let Zhang Xiaoqiang predict the trajectory of the bullets and the ultimate goal. It was his hands. Obviously, Xiong wanted to capture him alive.
With the biggest threat, Zhang Xiaoqiang no longer cares about the men who rush at him. He only has the two bullets in his eyes. He is calm and quiet. His fingers move. The two bullets fly out of the muzzle one by one. When the pistol is fired, such as the slow-paced gunfire, the four bullets collide with each other in mid air and fly around.
"Touch... The third bullet is shot by Zhang Xiaoqiang. The target is xiong Ye with a gun. Xiong Ye is an old man. His countless lives make him extremely cautious. When Zhang Xiaoqiang shoots, he slightly tilts his head. Before, Zhang Xiaoqiang was shot in the middle of the eyebrow. Xiong Ye is gambling that Zhang Xiaoqiang's bullet will be aimed at his eyebrow.
Xiong Ye won the bet. The roaring bullet cut his cheek and tore off his ear. His ear was taken away by the bullet. Before the blood oozed out, the huge pain had been on xiong Ye's nerves.
Xiong didn't scream or cover his ears with his hands. He just frowned and didn't hesitate to shoot again. This time, he didn't believe his shooting skills any more. He fired two guns in succession and eight bullets were shot by him.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was surprised that he missed, but he couldn't turn a blind eye to the bullets. He repeatedly pulled his fingers and shot all the seven bullets out of the gun in a short time. He had a bad secret in his heart. He ran out of ammunition and another bullet came towards his right hand.
In the space between Zhang Xiaoqiang and xiong Ye, fourteen bullets collided with each other, sent out sparks and flew around. Two men running to Zhang Xiaoqiang were hit by stray bullets and screamed. The last bullet crossed the short space and went straight to Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand.
Although Zhang Xiaoqiang has dynamic vision, his right hand has not yet been trained to avoid the bullet before it comes. In a hurry, he turns his wrist and faces the bullet with the back of his gun.
"Ding ····" np22 was violently shocked, and Zhang Xiaoqiang could no longer hold the pistol and let it fall under the wheelchair.
"Pa pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't see any bullets coming this time, and didn't calculate the impact point of the bullets. When Xiong ye put his finger in force, he lifted up the side of the wheelchair and brought himself down with the wheelchair.
One of the two bullets flew over the wheelchair and fell behind Zhang Xiaoqiang. One shot on the steel ring of the rolling wheel, making a strange noise. It got into the back of the chair and brought out a piece of sponge, passing through Zhang Xiaoqiang's waist.Xiong has a habit. He only has two pistols and doesn't carry a spare cartridge clip. Seeing that Zhang Xiaoqiang evades the last two bullets, he inserts the empty gun into the holster at his waist, pulls up his sleeve, and a fine steel chain dart reflecting the halo tightly wraps around his arm.
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