Chapter 42 (2/2)

”Oh ~ ~”

Zhou Wenli nodded and turned away from the bar.

At the same time, Jenny also came to Xiaozhuang from the stage. At the moment she crossed Xiaozhuang, Xiaozhuang lifted up her cool windbreaker, pulled out the double guns hidden in her trouser pocket, raised her hand, aimed at the target, pulled the trigger, and made a clean and flowing action at one go.

Bang bang!

Two bullets shot out.

Whoosh!

Pan Haodong shook his wrist, brushed his hand and fired two throwing knives, ”Ding” to hit the bullets. The quality of the alloy throwing knives customized by the factory is worse after all.

Can't shoot the magic effect of splitting bullets.

This should be replaced by brother's pig knife. It's absolutely no problem to split the bullet in half.

”What a sharp Throwing Knife, what a closed hand.”

Killer Xiaozhuang's pupils suddenly constricted and was greatly touched. He stood in place and fired several shots.

A professional killer is a killer. There is no superfluous nonsense. Identify the target and do it. I have to say that this is a profession. It's not like the little brother sent by Zhongqing society a month ago, pestling in the building across the street and aiming at Serena for more than an hour. During this period, there were countless mobile phone meetings, but he didn't dare to shoot.

Later, he was arrested on the spot.

Before the action, Xiaozhuang read pan Haodong's information. He knew that the other party's shooting was very good and learned throwing knives. However, the text description was too pale to make a real assessment.

Until now, Xiaozhuang understood how terrible pan Sir's throwing knife was!

This was the first time he realized the terrible nature of martial arts. He could touch professional killers with throwing knives alone. If you hadn't been good at using two guns, you could suppress them for a short time with firepower. A gun would have died long ago.

It's really terrible!

Xiaozhuang became more and more frightened.

At this time, the hall had already been in a mess. Guests, waiters and dancers ran around like headless flies, which seriously affected the peak duel between pan Haodong and Xiaozhuang.

None of them are indiscriminate killers.

As long as someone breaks into the line of sight, they will subconsciously avoid each other.

So that up to now, there has been no accidental injury. Leng let the thirteen younger sisters upstairs, Zhou Wenli and others enjoy a divine duel.

”Is Pan Sir God or man?”

”How can a man shoot bullets with a throwing knife? And I'm not dazzled when I've made repeated mistakes? ”

Thirteen younger sister feels that the whole person is going crazy.

The gunfight downstairs refreshed her understanding of the world and made her crazy. Let alone the professional killer Xiao Zhuang downstairs, he was already trying to make a strategic retreat.

Careless, careless.

Had known that Pan Sir was so terrible, he shouldn't be a hero. He should hide behind his back and shoot cold shots.

Unfortunately, the current situation has long been beyond the control of Xiaozhuang.

Whether Xiaozhuang can go out alive depends on whether pan Sir is willing to stay alive. If not, killing him is as simple as chopping melons and vegetables with the other party's terrible Throwing Knife technique.

His magazine is almost empty.

But the Throwing Knife opposite is endless.

I don't know how pan Sir hid it. He shot more than 30 throwing knives. He didn't look nervous at all. It can be seen that he still hid a lot of throwing knives.

Although Xiaozhuang also has magazines to replace, he doesn't think pan Sir will give himself a chance to change them!

”Brother Dong, you can't do anything!”

Zhou Wenli, who was next to thirteen younger sisters, watched the battle downstairs, and her nervous heart disease was about to break out.

However, judging from her flushed face, it should be more than just nervous, as well as women's worship of the strong