The Age of the Wolf Pack Tyrant

Nobody wants a gun pointed at their head; the oppressive feeling is just too chilling.

Chen Jun felt that death was beckoning.

His will to survive drove him to try to get away, but his body wouldn't obey him at all. The concussion caused by the explosion's shockwave seemed to sever the connection between his brain and body.

The bandit leader who rushed in was very pleased with himself, a ferocious smile spreading across his face.

Without any of the villain's nonsense, I decisively opened fire.

The crosshair locked onto Chen Jun's head.

"Bang."

A shot rang out.

Chen Jun's heart skipped a beat; he thought he was going to die.

Available in the next second.

Chen Jun's pupils suddenly dilated, and the almost dead flame of hope reignited.

Just as the bandit leader fired, a cavalry blade swept through the air and struck the right side of his pistol with pinpoint accuracy.

The pistol's muzzle was bent due to the impact of the cavalry's blade, and the bullet failed to hit Chen Jun's head.

A sharp pain shot through my chest!

Perhaps due to the shift in sensation caused by the pain, Chen Jun felt his body control rapidly recovering, and being shot actually became a good thing for him at that moment.

At the same time, Chen Jun knew that he had escaped one calamity, but only this one.

As long as the bandit leader is not dead.

They were just human targets.

With guns against no guns, it's a complete and utter crushing defeat.

Just as Chen Jun was struggling to get up and fight back, trying to fight for a way out for himself, he found that he still needed some time, and he was extremely frustrated.

A burly, dark figure rushed forward, holding a gleaming Type 56 military bayonet.

"It's Xingtian!!"

Chen Jun cried out in his heart, knowing that he was saved. He began to frantically urge the internal energy in his body to move it quickly, helping him regain control of his body.

Ten seconds!

Just ten seconds!

Chen Jun roared inwardly, his face turning red and ferocious, with veins bulging on his forehead.

Xing Tian charged forward as if he were certain of death, making no attempt to defend himself. He gripped his military dagger tightly in his right hand and stared intently at his opponent's neck.

If they could pierce the other person's neck, both he and Chen Jun would survive.

The bandit leader knew that Xing Tian was going to fight to the death. Seeing that Xing Tian was 1.8 meters tall while he was only 1.6 meters tall, he didn't give Xing Tian a chance to fight to the death.

As he pushed off the ground and retreated sharply, he corrected his off-target shot and fired two more shots.

Although the two shots were fired in a very hasty manner, with no regard for accuracy, the bandit leader's marksmanship was superb, and he still managed to hit Xing Tian's body.

Xing Tian, ​​shot in the thigh and abdomen, lost his balance and fell to the ground in pain.

Fortunately, Xing Tian was strong enough and had innate fighting genes.

In this life-or-death struggle, where it's either you or me, the body's potential is unleashed, and even as he falls to the ground, he manages to throw out a military dagger.

Just throw it out.

The aiming point even seems to have eyes.

The slender, gleaming Type 56 dagger pierced through six meters of space in a flash, embedding itself in the bandit leader's right hand and piercing through his wrist.

The pistol slipped from his grip and fell to the ground, causing the bandit leader to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

But the gang leader was a ruthless man who had fought his way up the Golden Triangle, risking his life for his life. He had seen all kinds of dangerous situations.

He didn't panic at all when the gun fell to the ground; he immediately bent down and picked it up with his left hand.

"One's crippled, one's lying down, two bastards. Once I get my gun, I'll cripple you first, then skin you alive before I kill you."

Despite his injured right hand, the bandit leader was confident of victory.

His bloodshot eyes were filled with a violent excitement.

Just as the bandit leader touched the gun on the ground with his left hand, he began to fantasize about breaking Chen Jun and Xing Tian's limbs and then torturing them to death.

A massive, mountain-like black shadow hurtled towards them, kicking up dust and sand.

The gang leader had barely lifted his gun off the ground before he could react; he felt as if he had been hit by a truck, and his internal organs were pierced with pain.

My body felt as light as a badminton shuttlecock, and I was sent flying backward through the air by the impact.

During flight, it couldn't hold back its ruptured internal organs, and the blood that gushed out all rushed into its throat, causing it to vomit it all up.

People are flying in the air.

It was vomiting blood as it flew.

The visual impact of this scene is incredible; it makes your bones ache just looking at it.

A few seconds later.

With a loud bang, the bandit leader flew seven or eight meters and crashed heavily into the wall, knocking down the red brick wall.

He was lying on the ground, still vomiting blood, his body convulsing and shaking uncontrollably.

In his pupils, besides the rapidly fading life force, there was also visible fear and disbelief; he couldn't believe he had actually died.

Being hit and killed by someone is a way that most people wouldn't expect to die.

Not to mention Mr. Yang, a powerful figure who roams the Golden Triangle, enjoying great success there, holding a high status and position, and possessing considerable martial arts skills.

Unfortunately, reality is what it is.

This powerful figure, a thug who dared to lead dozens of his men into the Great Eastern Kingdom and wreak havoc, was killed by an unknown nobody in this deserted corner in the most primitive way.

This is tragic.

He deserved his bad luck.

Of all people to mess with, why did they have to mess with Chen Jun, this "inhuman" guy?

"A grown person, just... just like that, got hit and killed?"

Xing Tian muttered to himself in horror. Even after witnessing the whole process, he couldn't believe it was real. Human power could be so terrifying.

"Holy crap, with my internal energy activated and unleashed at full power, my strength is this monstrous?!"

Chen Jun, who had never used his full strength in his life, stood there dumbfounded, his mind blank, unable to believe that he had managed to smash through a wall.

That's a double-layered wall made of cement and red bricks, not a single-brick wall used as a partition in the bathroom.

It's really insane that it could be smashed down!

Chen Jun didn't even need to check to confirm that the force that could smash through a double wall meant the bandit leader's bones were definitely shattered and most of his internal organs were ruptured.

Just as Chen Jun and Xing Tian were both shocked by the exaggerated scene before them.

"Clap clap clap..."

An untimely burst of applause suddenly came from outside the fire door.

The applause came so suddenly that Chen Jun and Xing Tian were both startled. They wanted to find weapons to defend themselves, but they had run out of ideas.

The gun is gone.

All the daggers were lost.

The only thing to do is to be on high alert, tense all the muscles in your body and get into a fighting state, and turn your head sharply to see if the newcomer is friend or foe.

Through the dim stairwell, two tall, dark figures could be seen walking through the door.

The two clapped as they walked without saying a word.

I can't tell what their purpose is.

The only thing that Xing Tian and Chen Jun could be thankful for was that if those two guys hadn't clapped and had instead shot at them directly, they would both be dead.

This suggests that the two individuals may not be enemies, or perhaps they simply do not wish to kill them now.