C67 (1/2)

Where was he?

Could it be that the power of the blowtorch was too great, that it was able to send a person flying?

he thought.

”Everyone, look for him. That person might be hiding nearby. He won't be able to run far.” After confirming that Hee Feng had already run away, the boss took out another magazine from his crotch, put it back, and instructed his subordinates.

At this moment.

A ghost-like voice came from behind them.

”Are you looking for me?” Hee Feng said with a smile.

Everyone hurriedly turned around.

Looking at Hee Feng in front of him.

”There is a path to heaven that you refuse to take. Hell has no door, yet you still refuse to run after dodging it. You are still pretending to be amazing like that. You must be looking to die.” The boss pointed his gun at Hee Feng and said.

As it turned out, the villains liked this kind of long-winded chatter.

Hee Feng said imposingly: ”You will regret the actions in front of your eyes. The last person who pointed a gun at my head is already dead.”

For a moment, if Hee Feng had a fur coat at home, it would definitely have the same smell as Yan Shuangying.

”Hahahahaha.” The boss and his subordinates laughed out loud.

Then, the elder laughed heartily as he bent his waist and spoke towards Hee Feng with his spear: ”You, you brat, haven't you seen too many Winged Tiger God Eagles?”

Then the boss turned to his comrades behind him and said, ”Brothers, didn't he say he wouldn't let us point a gun at his head? Let's point a gun at his cock and fire together. ”

As he spoke, he extended three fingers and began to count, three two one.

When his last finger had just curled up.

He was surprised to find that his index finger, which had been holding on to the trigger, could no longer move.

It was as if he had been frozen solid.

It was the same for his subordinates.

No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't pull the trigger.

”I already told you, if you point a gun at me, you will be in a miserable state.” Hee Feng said with a cold smile.

He hated people who didn't take his words seriously.

A strong spiritual force once again began to pressure him.

The few of them stood there without moving, holding their guns.

”There are always those who don't listen to me.” Hee Feng said with a cold smile.

Then these people will all die.

After which, he kicked out a few times.

A depression formed in their chests and they flew out.

It crashed into the wheat field some distance away.

Only the eldest was left.

He snatched the fifty-four from the boss's hand.

Hee Feng played with it in his hand.

The manufacturing process of the gun was a bit rough. It did not even have a five-pointed star that was unique to the big black heart. It did not look like a regular weapon factory product, but more like a roughly crafted imitation.

Let go of the suppression on his mental strength.

Hee Feng pointed his gun at the guy's head and said.

”Who sent you here?”

With a plop, the boss, who had been acting all mighty a moment ago, knelt down on the ground. His head was constantly hitting the hard concrete surface of the road, and not long after, blood was pouring out.

”I was wrong, I was wrong. I have an 80 year old mother and an 8 year old child. I beg you, please let me go.” He could not stop talking.

Fear was written all over his eyes.

Hee Feng's godly technique just now had made him clearly feel fear, and he felt that it was something that he couldn't resist.

”Let me ask you a few questions.” Hee Feng said coldly with an expressionless face.

”I'll tell you anything you ask me.” The boss had snot and tears in his eyes.