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The Gunslinger didn't answer, but a paper airplane flew out from the bookshelf behind Locke, and then was shot into flying fragments with a snap. A warhead landed on the floor with a clanking sound.

The gunman changed his position, and the angle of the ballistic trajectory was different from before. He shot diagonally through the window towards the desk. If there was a tracer effect, you could see that the bullet actually curved in the air, trying to turn towards Locke's position.

Locke's heart sank, but the gunman didn't give up, which either meant that he had received enough commission, or that there was someone else besides Peng Kang who could pay him the commission, and that person could only be Boris. He spoke again: "I designed this room, you can't hit me."

Although the trajectory of the shot just now had a strange arc and turned, it still couldn't hit Locke. In fact, there was no need to use any paper airplane to intercept, but Locke still intercepted him, not only to prevent an emergency, but also to show his strength and test the opponent.

The Gunslinger's voice came again: "I didn't expect that there would be a master like you in Feso Port, but he has kept it secret for so many years. It seems that you have a big secret hidden in your body."

Locke: "You and I are both monks. We can sit down and have a good chat."

Gunslinger: "What a pity. No matter what secrets you have, I'm not interested. Today's mission is to kill you."

Locke: "How much money did Boris promise to give you? It's actually not his money, it's all my money. If it can be solved with money, I don't think it's a problem. Instead of working for him, you might as well cooperate with me. With me, you can You’ll only get more.”

Gunslinger: "What a pity. In this business, you have to pay attention to credibility. I have principles as a human being."

Locke smiled coldly: "Killing strangers and innocent people for profit has long been without any limits. You are not qualified to talk about the principles of life. All that is left is self-comfort and lies to deceive the world."

The Gunslinger also smiled: "The Golden Gang, one of the most powerful gangs in Africa, and the boss behind it for so many years, actually says that he is innocent?"

The sarcasm on Locke's face became even stronger: "Oh, so you killed for justice? If so, you should have committed suicide back then! Have you changed your ways over the years and atone for your sins by upholding justice? Then you are even less likely to do so. Should kill me.

You should read more books. There is no enmity between us, and you don’t have any evidence of my guilt, so in front of you, I am an innocent stranger.

Killing for money has broken through the bottom line of human nature. If there is no bottom line, what else can't be sold? I'll give you more money, you make your own bid, end this boring game, and kill the initiator of that game. "

Gunslinger: "Perhaps you are right, but people who have no limits still have their own principles and have to make choices when facing the world. As a killer, it is impossible to agree to such conditions..."

Just then there was another snapping sound, followed by continuous snapping sounds. Locke just said so many words on purpose, leading the Gunslinger to answer, and finally determined the Gunslinger's location. A paper airplane floated out silently from the table. It suddenly accelerated in the night rain outside the window, but was shattered into pieces by a bullet.

Immediately afterwards, the newly folded paper airplanes in front of Locke shot out one after another, like miniature missiles, rushing through the window towards a certain direction in the night rain, but they were shattered one after another.

The gun master should be using a 7.62 mm caliber semi-automatic rifle or sniper rifle, the model is unknown, and a silencer is obviously added to the muzzle. But even with the addition of a silencer, there is still the sound of firing, but it is not as harsh as before. Continuous firing is tantamount to continuously exposing one's position, so Locke's paper planes continue to attack.

This was a short but fierce confrontation, with Locke taking the initiative to counterattack and Gunslinger defending. Locke shot eleven paper planes in a row, while the Gunslinger only fired eight shots. The last three paper planes were cut down from the air by a short knife. This gun master was very similar to Hua Zhenxing's habit. The short knife he carried was also modified from a paratrooper's dagger.

After the brief confrontation, everything returned to calm. Locke coughed slightly, with a hint of exhaustion in his eyes. The Gunslinger's voice came from nowhere: "It must be very difficult to make such a paper airplane. How many more do you have?"

Locke: "Definitely more bullets than you."

Gunslinger: "Don't forget I'm outside, the ammunition can be replenished, and shooting is much easier than letting go of paper airplanes."

Locke: "You can't hit me, what's the point?"

Gunslinger: "You can't stay there forever and not come out."

Locke: "You can't lie down on the roof outside forever and stay in your current state at any time, but it's much easier for me to sit here than you are."

The two people were bickering with each other, as if they were discussing some academic issue. In fact, they knew in their hearts that what they were competing for at this time was concentration and patience. In comparison, Locke is the passive party, because the Gunslinger can leave at any time, but he cannot easily walk out of the room unless he is sure to block the Gunslinger's bullets and kill the opponent.

Locke suddenly said again: "You are injured and bleeding!"

Gunslinger: "It's just a scratch on the skin, no hindrance." After saying this, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have been fooled, because Locke was not sure whether he was injured. Such an answer gave the other party more confidence to persevere. .

When he used the paratrooper knife to smash the ninth paper airplane, because the bullets in the gun chamber had just run out, the knife flew out in a hurry. Although the paper airplane was cut into pieces, the sharp force attached to it was It didn't disappear completely. A piece of shredded paper made a small cut on his right cheek. Although it was not intrusive, it was quite dangerous.

Locke smiled again: "Next time, the wound may be somewhere."

The gun god didn't make any more noise, and seemed to have left. However, the two armed security guards on duty downstairs answered the phone, then drew their guns and went upstairs. They shouted on the stairs: "Mr. Locke, what happened? Boss Boris called and said that you are in danger and want us to Escort you away!"

Peng Kang said something right before he died. Locke's biggest disadvantage is that the ordinary gang members don't know that he is the boss behind the scenes. The gun god used Boris to make an unexpected move and asked two gang members on night duty on the first floor to "escort" him.

Locke sighed softly, waved his hand slightly, and an A4 paper floated out. When it floated outside the door, he raised his hand to hold it in the distance. The paper was clenched into a ball by invisible force in the air, and then the paper ball flew away. Towards the stairs. There were only two muffled sounds, accompanied by short exclamations, and the two people seemed to have received a heavy punch respectively and were knocked unconscious at the corner of the stairwell.

The gun god's seemingly ubiquitous jeers immediately sounded: "It turns out they don't even know that you are the real boss."

At this moment, another car stopped in front of Jindianxing. A woman wrapped in a shawl got out of the car and reached out to push the door of Jindianxing. The door opened, and she ran up the stairs through the business hall downstairs. Then she let out a scream, probably seeing the two fainted Nighthawks.

The Gunslinger smiled again: "I actually forgot to shoot just now. Let's wait until she enters the room. This woman must have an affair with you."

Locke: "It's none of her business. There's no need to involve her. Do you still want to kill everyone in the world?"

Gunslinger: "Then she shouldn't be here."

At this time, Kelly had already run to the door of the living room and shouted in a trembling voice: "Locke, Locke, are you okay? Boris, be careful of Boris, he hired a killer to kill you..."

Rock shouted: "Kelly, stop, don't come in!"

Kelly stood in front of the door, holding on to the door frame with one hand and her body was still shaking. Suddenly she screamed: "Who is that? Is it Peng Kang? Did you kill him?"

Locke: "It was either me or the killer hired by Boris. The gun master of the Gunslingers Gang was outside now."

Kelly was so frightened that she softened and sat down on the ground along the door frame: "How could this happen? What should we do now?"

Locke: "Climb in along the corner, from the corner near the window, to the bedroom at the back. No matter what you hear, don't come out."

Kelly followed the instructions and crawled tremblingly along the corner, passed behind Locke, and then hid in the bedroom. The gunman seemed to have lost his patience and finally came out of his hiding place and took the case to the street, but Locke did not immediately attack again. Another car slowly stopped on the side of the road, and the person who got out of the car was Boris.

"Sir Ryan, has Locke been solved?"

"He's still alive. Kelly went in just now."

"How come he's still alive when you took action yourself?"

"Don't be anxious, learn to enjoy the process of doing everything. Let's go in and kill him. I can even let you shoot with your own hands... follow me and I will protect you."

The Gunslinger led Boris into Jindianxing, walked through the first floor and climbed the steps steadily, even deliberately making heavy footsteps, and then appeared in front of the door, facing Locke directly. He looked to be less than thirty years old, with thin cheeks, short stature, small eyes, almost a slit, and a new wound on his right cheek.

The Gunslinger raised his gun at Locke. At the same time, a large group of paper airplanes roared towards him on the bookshelf behind Locke. The gunman didn't aim, he just fired continuously until the magazine was empty. All the paper planes turned into pieces and fell to the ground like butterflies.

Locke let out a violent cough. The Gunslinger replaced the magazine again, stood outside the door and sneered: "Do you really think you can stop me? I am standing here now, and you are facing death..."

He seems to enjoy this process very much. Before killing someone, seeing the other person's fear will excite him, and various ways of begging for mercy will bring him a strange pleasure. At this time, Locke said coldly: "Boris is dead, and no one can pay you now. Since you can't receive it, let's stop. I can give you a compensation."

The Gunslinger suddenly turned around, only to see Boris's eyes widened with a ferocious face, blood slowly flowing out of the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and ears, and a lot of scraps of paper scattered on the ground behind his feet. When the gunman looked back and saw him, Boris suddenly tilted to the side and fell to the ground, as if his strength had been drained in an instant.

Going back to a minute ago, just after the two of them walked into Jindianxing, the paper airplane on the roof that Locke first released shook slightly, and a lot of water dropped from the lotus leaves that seemed to be turbulent in the wind. It didn't get soaked.

When a group of paper airplanes on the bookshelf flew toward the door, the gunman blocked all of his shots. Not a single piece of paper could fall in front of his feet. Of course, he also perfectly protected Boris behind him. But under the cover of the gunfire, a paper plane silently and rapidly shot from behind, and the target was not the gunman but Boris.

The slender paper airplane did not pierce Boris's body. It stopped the moment it touched the back of his head, and then turned into a mass of fragments and fell... After the gunfire stopped, looking back, Boris became like this. .

When the Gunslinger turned around and saw Boris falling to the ground, a paper airplane that had just been folded in front of Locke shot towards the back of his head. However, the Gunslinger didn't even look at it and raised his hand to shoot. The shredded paper exploded with a bang, and the warhead landed on the table, making a tinkling sound.

The gunman turned around and showed anger, his gun still pointed at Locke. There was the last paper airplane left on the table in front of Locke. It also floated slowly, and its pointed nose was pointed at the gun god's forehead.

"You managed to piss me off, Locke!"

"You're an idiot, Ryan."

"Your spirit is exhausted. It's just a bluff. You will inevitably die."

Locke put one hand on the pile of A4 paper on the table, and the paper airplane floated to the ground. His voice became hoarse: "You can kill me, but in the last moment before I die, In an instant, I can cut you into pieces. Don’t move. If you want to shoot or leave this room, I will die with you... But why bother?"

The Gunslinger suddenly felt a chill. Looking at the pile of A4 paper under Locke's hand, he seemed to see a scene. When Locke's death attack broke out, all the papers would turn into sharp blades and fly out, cutting into pieces the Gunslinger Ryan.

This was Locke's last ditch effort. He wouldn't be able to survive if he resorted to this move. The Gunslinger was not sure he could kill Locke before he exploded. He didn't dare to move easily at this moment. The scene was strangely stagnant. . Locke asked hoarsely: "Can we talk?"

The main wealth of the Golden Gang is now in bank accounts. Whether it is the account of Beiwan Casino or Golden Bank, no one else can access it. Locke not only "managed" his finances, but also had seals, name badges and other items in his hands. Only by obtaining these things can the relevant person in charge use or transfer the money in the account.

These things are useful and necessary for Boris, Peng Kang and others, but they are useless for the gun god Ryan, at least not that easy to use. Even if he kills Locke, it does not mean that he can control the Golden Gang immediately. The affiliated enterprise account.

Moreover, the Gunslinger didn't know the other details of Boris and others' plan. He was only invited to kill Locke. He received an advance payment of 300,000 meters of gold in advance, and a balance of 700,000 meters of gold after the event was completed. Now that Pengkang and Boris are dead, it seems that no one can pay him anymore. It is indeed possible and should be had a good talk with Locke.