Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 331 God is with you
On the car you bought.

Mark Li sat in the driver's seat and drove, looking at Zhong Wenze in the rearview mirror: "Ah Ze, can you use a gun?"

on Hong Kong Island.

But there is no such rifle as the M16.

While powerful, it also has a bit more recoil, which is not comparable to their usual micro punches.

Zhong Wenze reached out and stroked the steel, aluminum, and composite plastic body of the gun, unloaded the magazine, and pressed a 5.56mm bullet into it.

The magazine filled with bullets was inserted into the receiver, followed by a crisp sound.

then.

Zhong Wenze returned the magazine again.

But he didn't stop, and instead pulled the handle of the bolt back to the end.

A bullet receded from the chamber.

in this process.

Zhong Wenze kept pointing the muzzle of the gun out of the car window.

After finishing this series of movements skillfully.

Zhong Wenze tilted his head and looked at Mark Lee: "One shot for one child, it's not a big problem."

"Ah."

Hearing Zhong Wenze's silly words, Ma Keli felt relieved again.

Zhong Wenze's actions are a very complete gun inspection process after receiving the M16.

Because according to the characteristics of M16.

After the loaded magazine is removed, the rifle will still have a bullet remaining in the chamber.

Zhong Wenze was able to complete this set of gun inspection proficiently.

From this we can know.

Zhong Wenze knows how the gun works very well.

"Aze."

Mark Li became interested for a while, and asked curiously: "How do you know how to play this gun?"

According to his understanding.

Zhong Wenze should have no chance to come into contact with the existence of this kind of gun.

this kid.

It doesn't matter if you have good marksmanship, but there are so many firearms for hunting?

This is outrageous.

"I have a good memory."

Zhong Wenze said lightly: "I have read similar books on firearms before, so I wrote them down."

He can't tell Mark Lee: Actually, I'm a big hanger.

The entry-level firearms proficiency skills given to me by the system not only improved my shooting level, but also included the construction and use skills of most firearms.

"You have such a good memory?"

Ma Keli looked at Zhong Wenze in disbelief, but fortunately he didn't say anything more.

Zhong Wenze quickly changed the subject, and took out two bulletproof vests from the bag under his feet: "Come on, one for each person."

"When did you get this thing?"

"When I went out just now, I saw that guy had this thing, so I bought four of them."

As he spoke, he put on a bulletproof vest and bared his teeth and joked, "This is a good thing. It cost me a lot of money. Remember to pay it back when you go back."

"Ha ha."

Mark Lee shook his head with a smile, and looked at Zhong Wenze with brighter eyes.

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apartment.

Ah Jian returned to the apartment, put the heavy canvas bag on the ground, and unzipped it, revealing two shotguns inside.

"Fourth uncle."

Ah Jian squatted in front of the canvas bag, pressing big bullets into it one by one: "We have to change places."

"When I went out just now, I temporarily found a warehouse outside with a cold storage."

"This place should be found by Asen soon."

Change places.

The first is to ensure safety, and the second is to preserve Xiaohui's body.

"Ah."

Long Si followed and squatted over, filling the cartridge silently with no expression on his face: "Change the place and settle down with Xiaohui, you look at her, I'll go find A Sen."

"My brother will be here soon."

Ah Jian didn't talk much, and he always only talked about the main points: "There is no reason for you to go alone."

The apartment fell silent.

Only the sound of the two silently loading bullets remained.

soon.

Ah Jian was the first to load it, picked up the shotgun and loaded the barrel with a crisp sound.

Long Si got up and turned to carry Xiaohui on the bed.

Ah Jian's body was pressed against the thin wall, his ears were pressed against the wall to listen to the movement, and he was about to reach out to open the door.

suddenly.

The hand he had just touched the doorknob stopped, and he made a hissing motion at Long Si, motioning him to lean against the wall to avoid it.

In the ear attached to the wall, there is obviously a trace of walking sound.

Arsenian people.

coming!

window.

A black shadow appeared on the wooden shutter, and then the shadow stagnated on it, and the muzzle of a black hole poked in.

As soon as Ah Jian turned around, he pressed down the shotgun held vertically in his hand, pointed the muzzle of the gun at the position of the shutter and directly pulled the trigger.

without hesitation.

Under the caliber, everything is truth.

"boom!"

Flames are ejected from the muzzle along with a large amount of thick smoke.

under close range.

Shotguns are almost invincible.

under a loud bang.

The powerful firepower sprayed out instantly tore a big hole in the entire blind.

Among the sawdust splattered all over the sky, blood was sprayed and the surrounding area was stained red.

The gunman standing outside the window hadn't reacted yet, his chest was deeply sunken, and his whole body was blown away by the huge impact, and he fell directly from the railing on the second floor to the atrium of the apartment.

A large amount of blood oozed from under his body, staining the floor red.

under close range.

The shotgun brought a strong deterrent force, causing several gunmen who were approaching here to retreat immediately to avoid the sharp edge.

"Crack!"

Ah Jian didn't say a word, and moved the barrel of the gun expressionlessly, his voice was clear and loud.

He decisively opened the door and stepped halfway out, pointing his gun at the retreating gunmen in the corridor again.

"boom!"

The gunman who walked in the front was the first to bear the brunt, a cloud of blood exploded from his chest, and he flew backwards on the spot and hit several people.

"Come!"

Ah Jian roared in a deep voice, and then moved the barrel of the gun again, pulled the trigger, and reciprocated continuously.

In the tongue of flame sprayed from the muzzle.

Pieces of bullet holes were left on the wall, the torn wall was deeply sunken, and gravel flew randomly.

One round is over.

Ah Jian drew back, leaning his back against the wall, pressing the bullets into the shotgun one by one, staring brightly and steadily outside the house.

The brave wins when we meet on a narrow road.

Ah Jian's ferocious aura, supported by the powerful power of the shotgun, is quite a scene where one man is in charge of the other.

For a while, none of the gunmen in the corridor dared to charge.

"Fake!"

The elder brother who took the lead let out a roar, and quickly commanded in English: "Scatter, scatter! Go around to both sides of the corridor!"

immediately.

Rapid footsteps sounded.

The many gunmen blocked outside immediately separated a few people, went around from the other end, and surrounded from both sides from left to right.

"Ajian!"

Long Si listened to the chaotic footsteps outside the house, and leaned against Ah Jian's side: "You go through the window on the second floor, and I will guard here for you."

Shotguns are powerful and invincible at close range, but there is a fatal flaw, the amount of bullets loaded is not high.

Outside, you only need to launch a round of charges from the left and right at the same time.

They must lose.

and so.

Long Si can only retreat and let Ah Jian go.

Ah Jian left.

Both he and Xiaohui had to be buried here.

"Fourth Uncle!"

After Ajian finished loading the shotgun, he stretched out his hand and pulled the rope on the coffee table next to him, and began to tie it to the shotgun.

His tone was cold: "Pick up your gun and guard the window for me!"

Long Si looked at A Jian with sweat on his forehead, and stared at A Jian: "A Jian!"

He stretched out the shotgun from the window and fired a random shot outside: "Go, it's too late."

but.

Ah Jian ignored him.

now.

Ah Jian has tied the rope to the shotgun.

One end is tied to the gun body, and the other end is tied to the trigger, leaving a distance in the middle, like a strap.

"Crack."

Jian rolled the barrel of the gun, grabbed the rope with one hand, and heard the footsteps approaching in the corridor, and threw the shotgun out of his hand.

The rope drives the trigger.

"boom!"

Flames spewed from the muzzle of the shotgun.

in the hallway.

The gunman who was pressing over didn't even see the shooter, and was directly overturned by the huge firepower of the shotgun.

After one shot.

Ah Jian controlled the rope to pull the shotgun back, pulled the bolt to load the shot, and fired again.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The shotgun in Ah Jian's hands was like a deadly poisonous snake.

Every time it flies out, one person must be taken away.

a time.

The gunman outside the house retreated again after repeated casualties, and was directly stunned by this nonsensical way of shooting.

It was originally close.

Shotguns have a huge advantage.

No one can see it, and it's still a knitting yarn.

"Fake! Fake!"

Angry growls echoed over the hallway of the apartment building.

After a brief silence.

Footsteps were heard again in the corridor.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

window.

A bottle with flames was thrown in from the window, and the bottle full of gasoline shattered on the ground.

The gasoline splashed around instantly ignited the furniture, curtains and other objects in the room.

then.

Burning gasoline bottles were thrown in from outside one by one.

"Grass!"

Ah Jian gritted his teeth, watched the fire gradually ignited in the house, quickly came to the window, took the clothes rail beside him, and pushed the glass away.

"Boom!"

Two gunshots followed, the bullets hit the window sill and sparks scattered, and the wooden clothes rail also broke.

Just as Ah Jian guessed.

There were already people squatting downstairs outside the window.

"Carry Xiaohui on your back."

Ah Jian wiped the sweat from his forehead, noticing the increasing heat and smoke in the house, he tightened his hands on the shotgun: "Follow me, kill out!"

Open the door.

Ah Jian leaned out half of his body, pointed his gun at the corridor, and looked left and right.

The corridors were empty.

Surprisingly quiet.

Ah Jian walked steadily, holding a gun in front of him, and walked towards the front corridor. Long Si followed behind with Xiaohui on his back, holding a desert eagle in his hand, and helped Ah Jian look behind him.

moment.

The stairway is within easy reach.

Ajian stared at the stairway with a cold face, and shot directly by relying on his feeling.

"boom!"

staircase.

A gunman was just about to lean out and shoot.

The wall around him suddenly exploded.

The powerful firepower of the shotgun directly tore the corner of the wall, along with the shooter's head.

In the whirling brains of white and red.

Another gunman seized the opportunity and raised his revolver to shoot.

Holding guns in both hands, Ah Jian appeared at the stairs without fear of death, with a cold tone:
"God be with you!"

The hands kept moving.

In the sprayed bullets.

The hand holding the gun exploded directly, and with a scream, he rolled down the stairs and fell to the atrium of the stairs.

The gunman clutched his palmless wrist, and his heart-piercing screams echoed in the corridor, sharp and ear-piercing.

Downstairs.

The two remaining gunmen almost subconsciously raised their pistols and shot at the upper floor of the stairs.

A Jianzi bent, and the whole person lay on the ground, turned around quickly, with his back against the floor of the stairs, and the soles of his feet kicked against the wall at the same time.

The whole person slid directly down the stairs.

Ah Jian held the gun in both hands, suppressed the direction of the muzzle extremely smoothly, and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two shots were fired.

The gunman on the lower level of the stairs was thrown by the shotgun, hit the wall and fell and rolled down the stairs.

on the wall.

The bright red blood splattered on the white wall, and it was still steaming hot, which was shocking.

Below the corridor.

"Da da da"

Rapid footsteps sounded.

Not offensive.

Instead, back off.

The gunmen who were originally waiting at the exit on the first floor of the corridor subconsciously started to retreat after seeing Ah Jian's overwhelming style of play.

As they retreated to the hall on the first floor, they raised their guns and shot at the air in the stairs to suppress it, for fear that Ah Jian would chase them down.

From the beginning.

Their morale was suppressed by Ah Jian.

Atrium of stairs.

Ah Jian was lying on the gunman's body, panting heavily, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

On his left hand, the bright red blood on the arm flowed down the arm and down to the palm of the hand, staining the shotgun, and the body of the gun gradually became slippery.

In the firefight just now.

Ah Jian's left arm was hit by the gunman. Under the severe pain, his entire left arm trembled uncontrollably, and he almost couldn't even grasp the gun steadily.

"Ajian!"

Long Si put Xiaohui on the ground, snatched the shotgun from Ah Jian's hand, rolled the barrel of the gun and crazily fired at the bottom of the corridor:

"I fought with you!"

After three shots.

The sound of an empty plane came.

Downstairs lobby.

"He's out of bullets!"

The elder brother who took the lead noticed the clue and roared: "Come on!"

just.

There were no one answering the many horse boys, let alone rushing up.

They boasted that they were blood-stained and murderous characters, but under A Jian's repeated life-threatening blows, they gradually became timid.

"One hundred thousand dollars!"

The big brother who took the lead yelled again: "Do him, one hundred thousand dollars"

He wasn't finished yet.

then.

Stopped abruptly.

What sounded at the same time were two crisp rifle bursts.

"Da da!"

The Tianling cover of the leading brother was lifted from the rear by the bullet, and he fell straight forward and fell to the ground, with red and white flowing all over the ground.

The remaining six or seven gunmen looked panicked, and subconsciously turned their heads to look behind.

The entrance of the apartment hall.

Two men of about the same height appeared at the door.

The young man in a white shirt and jeans holds a gun with his left hand, the butt of the gun rests on his shoulder, and his right hand rests on the trigger, in a standard shooting position, with the muzzle pointing in their direction.

muzzle.

It seems that there is still a faint green smoke that has not dispersed.

by the side of the young man.

The middle-aged man in a windbreaker was also holding a rifle, pointing the muzzle at everyone:

"Who the hell dares to touch my brother!"

PS:

The whole country mourns the death of Mr. Yuan. The country is unparalleled and immortal. This man who solved the problem of food and clothing for the people of the whole country deserves to be remembered by every one of us who wants to eat
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