National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

"Ron Chi?"

“I haven’t heard of it.”

Others were whispering to each other, saying that they had never heard of this person before.

"Ron Qi. Very good, I will remember you." The beauty nodded, thoughtfully.

"Come on, good luck." She handed the revolver to Ronchi.

The latter calmly picked up the gun and pointed it at his own temple.

He seemed to think this was not interesting enough, so he changed his posture and put the muzzle of the gun against his chin.

"Hiss..."

Most of you here have been through blood and gunfire and have some experience.

Although different postures are enough to kill, the pain sensation is completely different.

Shooting someone in the chin is obviously more painful than shooting them in the temple, and the death will be more horrific.

For a moment, the originally noisy atmosphere froze, and everyone stared at the boy intently.

His finger was on the trigger, his terrifying chestnut eyes fixed on the burly man opposite.

At this moment, even the strong Roga couldn't help but feel ashamed.

He didn't understand why the young man in front of him had such great courage.

Isn't he afraid of death?

The people wandering around here are really not easy to deal with.

How could this world force a teenager into this state?

After a brief moment of embarrassment, Roga quickly regained his confidence.

It's not you who is going to die.

A one in six probability is still very high in some sense.

click-

Under everyone's gaze, Ron pulled the trigger, and the crisp click pierced everyone's heartstrings.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..." Everyone gasped.

not dead?

"It's your turn." Ron confidently placed the revolver on the table and slid it skillfully to the other end of the table.

"How exciting!"

"It all depends on how tough Roga is."

The onlookers were concentrating and extremely excited.

That’s the beauty of the Russian Wheel.

Every step is a climax, and someone may die at any moment.

"You're lucky." Luo Jia's face turned pale and he forced out a miserable smile.

He pointed the revolver at the top of his head and looked at Ron with the same confidence.

"Boy, I'll remember you."

Roga's words were obviously a threat, trying to make Ron admit defeat first.

He has considerable influence here. If he dies, Roga will never have a good life.

"I'm betting on Ron, 10 Cohen coins."

Just then, an equally tall man approached from the crowd of spectators.

He was wearing a suit, had short hair, and had a scar from the corner of his eye to his ear. He had a fierce look on his face, and was surrounded by many minions.

"Eric?" Roga's expression suddenly turned bad, and he looked a little twisted with anger.

This person's power is equal to his own, and he has always been his mortal enemy!

Could it be that Ron was his man?

Or is it killing someone with a borrowed knife?

Eric's say here is equal to his own. If he were to attack Paul En, his men would be unable to do anything to him.

Right now he was betting on Ron's side, which was clearly a sign of his choice of side.

What I mean is that I have protected this person and no one can touch him.

It turned out to be the case.

Roga understood. He understood why Ron had killed so many people in gambling but was still alive and well.

He has either joined a certain force and become a pawn, or he has made contact between the major forces and taken what he needs.

This boy has a very big heart.

"Hurry up, my old friend."

Eric smiled sinisterly, and the younger brothers behind him also echoed and urged him.

"Humph, I, Roga, have been in the Golden Sea for so many years, and my power is deeply rooted. Don't think that you can win by scheming against me."

Roga uttered the harsh words and then pulled the trigger.

Hyperactivity

The deafening sound of gunfire rang out, shaking the eardrums of everyone present.

The bullet pierced Roga's forehead, and blood splattered on the wooden table.

Everyone's expression was very complicated.

Among them were Roga’s younger brothers, Eric’s younger brothers, and spies from other forces.

Roga's death means that the situation here will undergo earth-shaking changes.

The Jin Sea is already a mixed bag of good and bad creatures, and now a torpedo has exploded under the sea, stirring up chaos.

……

In a shop tightly covered by curtains, there were noisy shouts, accompanied by heart-pounding gunshots from time to time.

A young man wearing a gray cloak walked out of the shop alone, the strong light outside was blocked by the wide hood.

Breathing the long-lost fresh air, Zhang Qi lowered his head and took out a bronze badge in his hand.

The badge is a regular hexagon and the size of a coin.

The carved pattern is an eagle spreading its wings ready to fly, its sharp eyes seeming to be able to penetrate all difficulties and obstacles.

There are slight scratches and wear on the top, and the bronze surface gleams dimly under the light.

"McGee Roy, I have avenged you."

Zhang Qi raised his head, his eyes already wet with tears. Crystal clear tears fell on the surface of the badge and faded away with the memories.

……

That was the first day Zhang Qi came into this world.

He traveled through time without knowing why and felt lost in this strange world.

The winding coastline, the simple shops, and the houses made of bricks and tiles without any paint.

There are also all kinds of strangers.

"Brother! South Wall! Where are you!"

Zhang Qi looked around, trying to comfort himself that they were not far away.

But he couldn't see his brother or the south wall nearby. As time went by, Zhang Qi became more and more panicked.

"Brother - I'm Zhang Qi!" He simply used his hands as loudspeakers and shouted to his mouth.

"South Wall - where are you -"

He shouted like this for a long time, all the way from the beach to the market in the inland area.

Zhang Qi is lost.

There was a group of fighting children ahead. Zhang Qi would rather negotiate with them than those fierce adults.

"Hello, do you know where this is?"

"This is the Golden Sea! The coast is covered with gold, and I am the leader of the boy band here!" a fat man said proudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a child pushed him and knocked him to the ground.

"Screw you, it's my turn to be the boss in this round! I'm the boss of the boy band here!"

The two soon started to wrestle with each other, competing to be the so-called "boy band boss".

"What's your name?" Another arrogant child came over and looked at Zhang Qi's clothes with a wary look.

"My name is Zhang Qi."

"Outsider! Someone is invading!" The child seemed to have heard some taboo and punched Zhang Qi directly.

Zhang Qi: “???”

Zhang Qi was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground by this heavy punch. The other children stopped playing and came over to beat Zhang Qi.

Zhang Qi held his head with both hands to protect his vital parts.

"Stop! This is my cousin, you are not allowed to touch him, do you hear me?"

They didn't stop until they heard another child shouting in the distance.