The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 34 Opening

Li Ang stood on the road, holding guns in both hands, half-squatting, using the steel guardrail in front of him as a tripod, and pulled the trigger.

9×19mm的帕拉贝鲁姆卵形铅心被甲式弹头划过格洛克19式手枪那六边形右旋的膛线，轻巧顺滑地进入鱼鹰消音器的6061T6铝合金消音碗，在夜风中发出如同藤条抽打棉被般沉闷的响声。

The effective range of 120 meters on paper did not prevent the bullet from covering a distance of more than 200 meters, and carrying about 500J of muzzle kinetic energy to penetrate the head of the gangster who bound Christina's arm.

If this second is slowed down countless times, it can be clearly seen that the brass surface of the bullet first scrapes the flesh, penetrates the frontal tubercle in front of the frontal bone, cuts open the coronal suture connecting the frontal bone and the parietal bone, and finally Rub the foramen magnum and drill out from the scales.

Christina screamed and fainted happily. Patrick, who was holding a syringe, was not so lucky. Identifying the direction and distance of the gunshots, he shouted to his subordinates: "Stick to the slope and don't show your head."

Before the words were finished, Patrick had rolled over and hid on the slope below the weedy road. A series of pistol bullets hit his position just now, leaving dents in the sand.

"The person who shot is still on the slope." Patrick's thoughts turned sharply, filtering out possible options in his mind.

Who on earth would attack him so blindly, the other gangsters in Gotham?Impossible, this is the time for everyone to work together to overcome difficulties, and they have also greeted them beforehand.

Batman?That's even more impossible. It's not the Dark Knight's style to kill people with headshots.

He bit his lip tightly, his fingers turned white from nervousness, the gunman hiding in the darkness on the slope might shoot at any moment.
Patrick lost his mind, Leon stepped onto the steel railing and jumped off.

The black Nuo mask was worn on the face, the transparent raincoat cut off the moisture from the sea breeze, and the two Glocks were quickly inserted back into the waist. Li Ang held the armor-piercing knife in his left hand and the one-handed ax in his right, kneeling heavily on the sand with one knee.

The dust was flying, and before the gangsters had time to react, Li Ang had already stood up and rushed forward. First, he cut the enemy's throat with a slender and thin armor-piercing knife, and then he backhanded an axe. Chisel into another person's spiritual cap, so that his body is hung on the axe like a marionette.

In an instant, the blood light danced with the moonlight, and death and cruelty coexisted.

Li Ang's air gushed and flowed, and he kicked out, causing the corpse hanging on the ax to fly horizontally, hitting the sand heavily, blocking the sight of the mafia thugs

"Shoot him to death!" Patrick yelled, and started to shoot. These mafia thugs uniformly used VECTOR submachine guns developed and produced by the American KRISS company, using 0.45-inch Colt automatic pistol ammunition, equipped with The delayed recoil bolt action with articulated mechanical structure makes the VECTOR submachine gun have a very high rate of fire and extremely low recoil.

If necessary, this submachine gun can reach a rate of fire of 1200 rounds per minute, which is equivalent to firing 1 bullets per second, and the metal storm formed by it can completely crush any flesh in front of it into powder.

The gunshots rang out like popping beans, and a long chain of bullets hit Li Ang like a long river.

"Useless resistance." He sneered, tapped his toes quickly on the sand, and flew swiftly, erratically, climbing up the steep hillside to avoid the chain of ammunition.

Li Ang stomped heavily on the rock and turned around. The armor-piercing knife was as fast as electricity, cutting countless holes in the joints and arteries of everyone's body. with slender wrists.

Stumped limbs and broken arms were flying all over the sky, and within a breath, only Patrick and Leon were left standing among the weeds. The luckiest of the others was that their arms were all broken, twisting and wriggling on the ground like a worm, making a miserable howl that didn't sound like a human being. Call.

In this hellish feast, Patrick rolled backwards to distance himself from Li Ang, and the submachine gun in his hand fired a single shot. The loud gunshot alarmed the red-billed gull, causing it to fly away in panic.

However, Li Ang was a little faster than him, holding the handle of the ax in his hand, hooking the two thugs in front of him like a long whip, dodging the first few bullets, and pouring spiritual energy into his legs. It plunged into the mud like cast iron, while the body lay flat in mid-air, allowing the warhead to pass by slightly.

The moment Patrick forcibly corrected the muzzle of the gun, Li Ang slammed his palm on the ground, threw the one-handed ax suddenly, and hit the gun in Patrick's hand with the sound of a strong wind.

The metal parts of the submachine gun were scattered and broken, and the ax blade, which still had blood remaining, was embedded in the sand, causing the insects to flee.

Patrick's palms were trembling and numb due to the sudden earthquake. Without hesitation, he drew out the pistol on his waist and fired at Li Ang indiscriminately. He ran forward and ran along the slope towards the kilometer.

Li Ang stared at his back indifferently, picked up an unclaimed submachine gun from the ground in a leisurely manner, squatted on the ground, put his shoulder and cheek against the handle of the gun, stared at the front sight in the sight, and aimed slowly. Patrick on the run.

Patrick, who abided by the tactical principles, bowed his body and moved left and right, constantly using fake moves, trying to deceive Li Ang's shooting.

He was panting like a cow, his face was like gold paper, his originally deep and beautiful pupils were bloodshot, engraved with the desire to survive.

I can't die!I'm young and I haven't had enough!
Patrick was running wildly on the slope, while Leon had already pulled the trigger.

A gunshot rang out, and the .0.45-inch bullet scraped past Patrick's ear, leaving a deep bloodstain on his earlobe.

Missed!Patrick climbed the ramp, he opened the door in ecstasy, sat in the driver's seat, stooped to insert the car key, and kept his body out of the car window.

engine ignition
With trembling toes, the Iron Lion Tony smooth calfskin half boots made in Bologna, Italy stepped hard on the accelerator, the engine roared, and the huge torque forced the rubber tires to scrape the concrete floor, rolling up bursts of black smoke .

The vehicle went straight ahead and galloped away. Patrick laughed wildly and slapped the steering wheel hard. He survived and escaped from the sky.

Just as Li Ang planned.

　There is still one or two chapters in the early morning, those who can't stay up late can read it tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)