People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

A 100% hit rate is no joke. Although Ding Ze can't hit the enemy exactly where he wants, as long as he fires, the enemy will definitely be hit, and that's enough!

boom!

In the blink of an eye!

Ding Ze had taken down more than a dozen black men, emptied his magazine, and immediately began reloading while shouting excitedly, "Kill!!"

"Kill!" Not far away, Mickey, who was firing his submachine gun wildly, responded with a frenzied roar after hearing Ding Ze's shout.

"You bunch of bastards!" Just then, Pascal Sloan, carrying a Gatling gun, rushed out of the room, onto the balcony outside, and roared as he pulled the trigger.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The Gatling gun spewed flames, and countless bullets swayed as they hurtled towards them.

In an instant, more than a dozen of Ding Ze's men were hit by bullets, forced to fall, and prematurely withdrawn from the battle!

Ding Ze saw it but ignored it.

It's not because he's really that cold-blooded, but because such actions inevitably involve sacrifices.

next moment.

Ding Ze raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

100% accuracy!

The bullet was fired, and Pascal Sloan fell to the ground.

"Boss!!!"

"Boss!!!"

In an instant, many of Pascal Sloan's men saw him fall and began to shout in alarm.

"Keep killing!! Leave no one alive!!!" Ding Ze roared again after finishing off Pascal Sloan.

A roar was heard.

The fact that Pascal Sloan died right after entering the game did indeed boost the confidence of Ding Ze's men.

In a blink of an eye.

Ding Ze's men charged even more fiercely, acting as if the hail of bullets and the continuous explosions were nothing to them.

Faced with such a frenzied offensive, the Black men under Pascal Sloan instinctively felt fear.

this moment.

Inside this villa.

It's like a scene from a movie about a black sheep versus a big bad wolf!

Ding Ze was still moving.

Bang, bang, bang!

Ding Ze had gone mad. Wherever he saw a Black person, as long as that person was within firing range, he would shoot them dead.

that's all…..

Less than two minutes.

Not only did the remaining Black men notice Ding Ze's marksmanship, but Ding Ze's own men also realized it in disbelief...

"What excellent marksmanship!"

"One shot, one kill!"

"Brilliant!"

Ding Ze is still moving forward.

at this time.

Ding Ze and his gang have successfully stormed the mansion inside the villa.

Ding Ze changed his magazine as he walked.

He had no idea how many Black people he had killed.

Mickey, who was in a state of utter excitement, probably knew... because Ding Ze had changed the magazines twice, and each magazine contained seventeen bullets...

Thirty-four bullets, thirty-four people….

Thinking of this number, Mickey suddenly had an instinctive urge to stay away from Ding Ze!

There's no way around it! This is fucking terrifying!

He's just like the Grim Reaper!

Not long after.

Ding Ze and his gang successfully stormed into the villa's mansion and started killing!

About several tens of seconds later.

Ding Ze changed his magazine again, and, with the help of his men, climbed the stairs.

About half a minute later.

The gunfire inside the villa subsided rapidly, disappearing completely in just over ten seconds.

This is the end.

Pascal Sloan's men were almost all killed, with only a small number remaining, who have hidden themselves away somewhere, very well hidden.

Ding Ze had just entered Pascal Sloan's bedroom when he glanced at the time.

Five minutes, one minute left.

time is tight.

"Go and bring me Pascal's head!" Ding Ze ordered as he prepared to leave, and then he was about to depart.

at this time.

A strange sound came from under the luxurious bed.

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze stopped in his tracks and immediately waved to his men, signaling them to check under the bed.

After a while.

Amanda, with no cover whatsoever, her face filled with terror and tears, was dragged out and appeared in Ding Ze's sight as she screamed incessantly.

Ding Ze saw it.

To be honest, this Amanda is fucking tempting.

Unfortunately, it was really noisy.

The noise was giving him a bit of a headache.

So Ding Ze raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

boom.

Amanda got her head blown off.

It was finally quiet.

"Retreat!" Ding Ze shouted without delay and strode out.

The group of subordinates watched helplessly as Ding Ze killed such a beauty as Amanda, and they couldn't help but feel a little regretful. They were stunned for a moment before they moved.

I'll be there in five minutes.

Ding Ze and his group rushed to the villa gate.

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at the same time.

"Action! Action!"

The hundreds of law enforcement officers who had rushed to the scene earlier received orders, got out of their vehicles, and pointed their guns at Ding Ze and his gang at the villa gate. Someone shouted out.

"Officer! Don't move!"

"FBI, let me see your hands!"

One roar after another rang out.

Amidst these roars, Ma Hong, convinced that Ding Ze was prepared for this, quietly retreated. This wasn't fear; it was strategy.

Ma Hong's approach was very wise.

Seeing so many law enforcement officers suddenly rush out, shouting incessantly, Ding Ze didn't hesitate. He immediately led his men to retreat behind the courtyard walls on either side of the gate, then roared back, laughing loudly, "You have one minute to get the hell out of here! Otherwise, you'll all die here!!!"

Hear the sound.

Many law enforcement officers were genuinely panicked and didn't believe the person yelling was joking at all: "!!!!"

This is especially true for Ma Hong!

Ma Hong recognized Ding Ze's voice and was very certain that if they didn't retreat, something bad would definitely happen in a minute. However, he couldn't figure out what Ding Ze's preparations were!

Ma Hong wanted to retreat... not mainly because he was afraid, but because he felt it wasn't worth the direct confrontation...