I let you be a fugitive, not to set up a private army.

"Mr. Chen, your head is exposed. Please hide behind my neck." He Changhao whispered with his body trembling slightly.

"Even at this moment, you're still talking so much!"

This thought flashed through Zhao Minji's mind. He took a deep breath and prepared to block the bullet.

The next moment, the two were pushed apart.

Chen Jiajun walked to the front, took off his glasses with his left hand, and looked calmly at the federal major in front of him:

"I understand. You're here to die."

This sentence!

It was like a calm surface of water being thrown directly into by a missile, and a uniform inhalation sounded in the dojo.

Chen Yongxiao!

Well-deserved of the name Mr. Chen!

Everyone understood at this moment that this man was ready to die and chose to be a human being.

"Ah!"

Horton's expression instantly turned ferocious, and he pressed the safety of his pistol.

In his sight, he saw the man standing opposite him, throwing off his glasses with his left hand while drawing a gun with his right hand.

Damn!

This guy wants it!!

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that the other party also had a gun license.

However, the gun in his own hand had already been aimed first, and in terms of shooting skills, it was impossible for him to be better than me who had fed tens of thousands of bullets...

The man in my sight is raising his arm rapidly! !

Horton's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he slid down the safety as fast as he could, his finger pressing on the trigger.

boom! !

Suddenly, a sound like thunder was heard in the dojo. Countless reporters and people squatted down with their hands covering their ears, followed by countless screams.

"How is that possible?!"

Horton held his bleeding right wrist with his left hand, his eyes moving upwards from the gun that had been knocked to the ground. With pupils filled with disbelief, he saw the man walking towards him step by step.

He didn't understand why the other party fired the first shot.

I also don't understand why he could accurately hit his own wrist and knock the gun down without even aiming.

World-class gunmanship!!

What is even more difficult to understand is how the gang leader on the opposite side, a small-time thug, can have world-class marksmanship.

'Shooting at Major Houghton?!'

Youen, who was still lying on the ground, didn't know what to do. He was about to draw his gun when the previous confrontation with the opponent suddenly came to his mind.

The feeling at that time...

He suddenly found that he couldn't muster up the courage and watched the man walk past him again.

Tread...  

Youen felt his heart suffocate at that moment, as if an indescribable horrible creature was passing by.

With enormous pressure!

"Major!" A sergeant reacted and reached for the gun handle.

Chen Jiajun continued walking without stopping, raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

In front of his eyes, the sergeant was hit in the left chest by the violent bullet from the Desert Eagle and fell backwards to the ground.

The opponent hasn't drawn his gun yet, so there's no need to lock his wrist.

And like Horton just now, with the gun in hand and already aimed, even if he hits the opponent's fatal spot first -

However, the human body's protective mechanism makes it impossible to feel pain or harm at the moment when adrenaline surges, and it is possible to launch an instinctive counterattack.

The best option is to shoot down his gun!

In the back, the sergeant who had blocked the road earlier was putting his hand to his holster.

He Changhao immediately stopped in front of the soldier and said, "Can you try to move?"

A dagger appeared in Zhao Minji's palm, and his cold eyes locked on the federal soldier.

Sweat dripped down the sergeant's forehead and his hand gradually moved away from his holster.

In front, Horton saw that no one around could help him, so he quickly bent down to pick up the gun on the ground.

Just before his left hand was about to touch the gun, it was pinned to the ground by an approaching foot.

Holden groaned, raised his eyes, and saw the gun in the man's hand moving towards his head.

At this moment, his heart suddenly became panicked.

"The question you asked."

The Desert Eagle locked onto Horton's head, his finger on the trigger. "That's my answer."

boom!

Blood was flowing from Horton's brow, and the light was extinguishing in his pupils: the man had turned and taken a step, his back gradually becoming more and more blurred.