Do good deeds and become stronger

Chapter 105 Three Broken Roots
In the east of Duzhou City, it can be said that fish and dragons are mixed, and fighting with weapons at night is even more common.

In fact, not only at night, but also during the day, there are many armed fights. Apart from the energetic gang members, there are also many armed fights between families, and many of them are a mixture of family gangs.

On Changqiu Street, there were two groups of people met. On one side, they were dressed in some killer clothes. The old and the young and the middle-aged are holding kitchen knives, iron pans, and brooms.

Seeing this scene, Qi Ping's eyes lit up. A blue diamond-shaped imprint flashed on his forehead, and the identification technique was triggered. There were nearly 100 people from the two parties present, and his entry level identification technique instantly changed from lv1 to lv2.

"There are no strong people. The ones who need the most attention are those with machetes and the tall and strong man in the other group."

Standing on the roof of a three-storey facade on Changqiu Street, flush with the night, looking at the two groups of people below, his eyes flickering.

Undoubtedly, this is the big event and vicious event that Qiping is looking forward to. Separate these more than 100 people, so that a large number of people will not be injured or even die, and the target coupons should be obtained.

If the conflict between the two parties can be resolved, perhaps more can be gained.

Qi Ping manifested [Gorgeous Mithril Steel Pistol (Blue Epic)] from the inventory, adjusted the strength of the core output psionic void bullets, tried it a few times with his own hands, and nodded.

The hands are a little numb, but it feels just right.

"Almost, with this strength, it should be able to instantly lose the combat effectiveness of ordinary people, which is roughly equivalent to the level of rubber bullets."

While adjusting the level, the two sides below are getting closer and closer.

"Black-headed Li, if you step back now, we can still act as if nothing happened."

A middle-aged man with a square face shouted among the group of people in tattered clothes, old and young.

"Zhao Jixiang, you guys don't pay the security fee in Changqiu Street. If you pay it today, I'll leave immediately. If you don't pay it, you'll see the truth in your hand!"

A scar-faced man wearing a hat came out and replied loudly.

The middle-aged man named Zhao Jixiang was very angry. Just as he was about to speak, he was patted on the shoulder suddenly.

"Uncle Ji Xiang, what's the point of talking to them. Don't worry if I'm here, you just need to hold them back, and I'll take care of them one by one. After today, I'll let you blackheads be removed!"

He was the strong man over two meters tall, and he turned his head and said to the other side.

Provocative on both sides, slowly approaching, the people on Zhao Jixiang's side shouted: "Young and strong, go forward, young and strong. Women go on both sides, old people and children go last."

And the two-meter-tall man with an iron tower waved a round-headed iron-clad wooden stick more than four meters long, and rushed up.

The black-headed Li on the opposite side showed a sinister smile, and he suddenly took out a black pistol from his pocket.

Of course, Qi Ping saw this scene, and through his observation, he also confirmed that one wave was from the local Zhao family in Changqiu Street, and the other wave was from the so-called Blackhead Gang.

boom!
With a crisp sound, Heitou Li, who was grinning grimly, shook his wrist, and the black pistol fell directly.

While he was clutching his wrist in shock, a stick the size of a fist had already struck, and Heitouqi had no time to dodge, the stick directly hit his chest, with a click on the spot, breaking three ribs.

bang bang bang...

Gunshots rang out one after another suddenly, and several people on both sides fell down in response.

Qi Ping has already revealed his own appearance, a flamboyant purple suit, red shirt, red leather shoes, floral tie, dyed colored hair and a clown mask.

He was standing at the top corner of the three-storey facade, and there was a faint light around him.

"Good evening everyone, I'm sorry to bother you, can you hear me say a few words?"

While talking, the two groups of people below who were about to merge stopped.

Qi Ping's voice was strengthened with psychic power, not only the tone was a little crazy and funny, but also inexplicably frightening.

This is his conscious display of his current panel status, and it is also a kind of camouflage. The more different he is from himself, the less likely he will be thought of.

The two groups of people on the street below felt a chill all over, and the two-meter-tall man yelled, "What are you, why are you talking so penetratingly!"

boom!
Another false rubber bullet was fired, and the two-meter-tall tower-like man was hit on the knee and knelt down.

He seemed to be struggling to remember, but he was shot twice and fell to the ground.

The people present were silent. In Duzhou, where weapons are controlled, only a small number of people can own firearms. Blackhead Li took the opportunity to endure the pain and asked his younger brother to pick up his black pistol.

Qi Ping didn't care about him, but continued: "Don't try to escape, and don't provoke me, just stay here quietly."

He suddenly jumped down from the roof, and when he was half a meter away from the ground, he obviously stagnated in the air. This is an application of the original gun fighting technique, the sliding step.

Qi Ping's second layer of protection is to camouflage his panel attributes, skills, expertise, etc. in an all-round way.

This is also thanks to the [Exquisite False Servant Mask] he created and his own white quality skill [Disguise Proficiency], he was able to camouflage.

But his words didn't work very well. Some timid gangsters tried to escape, but Qi Ping raised his gun and shot without hesitation. All the escapers fell to the ground and lost their mobility.

As for the Zhao family who wanted to run away with their family, Qi Ping's false bullet fell to the ground, which was regarded as a warning.

"This place is under my control now, and no one is allowed to leave without my permission. Do you hear clearly?"

Heitou Li grabbed his black pistol and did not shoot in a hurry. The strange man in colorful clothes on the opposite side seemed to be a sharpshooter, but he didn't use the killing bullets. This was an opportunity.

"Although I can't see clearly, the normal magazine only has seven bullets. Even if his is a modified type, the most on the market is only twelve bullets. I have used nine bullets just now, so I have a chance!"

He thought about it for a while, and felt that the problem was not serious, so he winked at his subordinates and made a signal signal.

The three men rushed out at the same time, and Qi Ping shot three more shots without hesitation, and they fell down immediately, losing their mobility.

"I hope I won't be asked to say it again, and I won't be asked to change another bullet. Now, you have a person on each side who can count on your words. I'm here to meddle in my own business today!"

Qi Ping was a little annoyed, and tried to escape again and again, was it because he thought he couldn't shoot a killing gun?
"I'm talking to you, but I don't know who you are and how you plan to take care of this business."

The middle-aged man Zhao Jixiang walked out from the crowd, and it was obvious that he was very popular. People surnamed Zhao looked at him with respect and concern.

Heitou Li had three broken ribs, but luckily they didn't get inserted into his lungs. He was helped to get up, and slowly approached Qiping, clenched the black pistol in his right hand.

(End of this chapter)