Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

Revolver, is there a chance of winning against four assault rifles/guns?

In situations where a single headshot can take out an enemy, he has a chance of winning.

No revolver headshot can knock people down. In the real world, that does not exist. If you take a bullet to the head, unless you are an undead person or a zombie, you will definitely not be able to live.

Seven bullets, four people, enough?

The unnamed teacher told you that it depends on how good the opponent is.He motioned Anton's secretary to hide behind the desk, he clenched his fist, squatted by the door of the meeting room, and started counting.He closed his eyes and focused on listening.

[-]. The team slowed down; [-]. The door next door was opened vigorously; [-]. Someone stopped at the door; [-]. The door handle was turned;

Zero, the gunshots rang out.

The person in the lead staggered and fell to the side, blood splashing all over the companions behind.Unexpectedly, the companion moved his finger on the trigger, and the continuous gunshots sounded immediately, and someone behind him shouted not to shoot, but to catch alive.

Unregistered took advantage of the chaos and rolled over to the back of the desk. The secretary hurriedly moved away to make room for him.

Listen for footsteps, two on the left and one on the right.Unnamed, throwing the gun in the air, there was only one shot, and the enemy fell down.He pulled up the man's body as a shield, and quickly fired two shots with his right hand, causing another person to fall to the ground.

There was a severe pain in the exposed right arm, and Unnamed could hardly hold the gun. The endurance soaked in such pain all the year round saved his life—he pulled out the semi-automatic pistol attached to the corpse’s side waist with his left hand , he slammed the corpse forward with his right shoulder, took the opportunity to shoot, and hit the enemy's abdomen with three shots.

The person opposite staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.The gunfire finally stopped, and the door was slowly closed with a click, which was extremely ironic.There were only the heavy breathing of the three people in the room, plus the oppressed cries of the enemy on the ground.

Unnamed slipped the baffle on the front of the tertiary head up, took a deep breath of fresh air, threw away the enemy's fully automatic pistol, switched back to the revolver, and then sent the fifth bullet on the revolver into the man's forehead , blood inevitably splashed on the shirt and chin.He wiped the little blood on his chin, a little uncomfortable with the setting of "clothes will get dirty" in reality.

Facts have proved that the opponent is really good, about [-] points negative, the kind who can't even press the red dot.Unnamed one-on-four technique, we call it a single-player four-row, a fighter in eating chicken.

Miss Secretary stood up, her hands were still shaking due to excessive fright.The crisis was over, and she still stood there hesitantly, staring blankly at Anonymous's usual, soft expression, coupled with those bloodstains, showing an exaggerated contrast effect.She didn't know what to do, and wanted to leave this room full of blood and corpses, but Unknown with a gun was standing between her and the door—no, what was he doing, was he injured?

Anonymous squatted down, picked up the semi-automatic pistol/gun, and handed the revolver back to Pep, with the muzzle facing the wall, in a very standard posture for handing the gun.

The secretary took the gun, and her puzzled eyes did not leave him for a long time.Unnamed but not looking at her, he raised his right hand and slowly rolled up his sleeves.The blood had already soaked half of the sleeve, and the cloth scratched the wound, causing pain again.In fact, the wound was not deep, the bullet missed his arm, it was just a scratch, but the wound was deep and blood was still oozing.

There is no danger to life, but it would be nice to have a few rolls of bandages, Anonymous was thinking about it when he suddenly felt someone approaching from behind.It was the lady who asked for help just now, he warned himself not to act out of line, it would definitely scare her.

The secretary bypassed Anonymous and walked out the door.The latter didn't pay much attention to her movements, and followed her out, still holding the pistol/gun in his left hand.

There is a first-aid kit in the corridor that is equipped according to American regulations. The secretary didn't hesitate much, so she sat down and bandaged Anonymous.She didn't have much experience, so she wrapped him crookedly, and there was a ridiculous bow.Unnamed had to use his teeth in order not to lose too much blood to die, with a bandage in his mouth and his left hand wrapped around the wound layer by layer.

Years of experience in bandaging have not yet fed the dog, Anonymous feels very relieved.Pep was a little embarrassed, but Anonymous obviously didn't mean to blame her, but was grateful for her pointing out the fact that there was a first aid kit here.

Surprisingly, they didn't meet another enemy all the way until the elevator.Anonymous indicated that the secretary was walking behind him, holding the gun in one hand, her movements were still very flexible, but she had to stop and wait for her from time to time.

At the elevator door, Unnamed found a bunker, and began to lament that Feng Shui turns.Not many days ago, he was the one who was hunted down in the elevator, and now it was his turn to squat outside and wait for others.

The elevator didn't seem to be running normally at all, and Anonymous was squatting, only the screams could be heard from afar.Miss Secretary had an extremely optimistic guess in her heart: Has Anton come back?

Below the first floor, the familiar sound of the palm cannon and the explosion sounded almost at the same time, and then the door of the elevator shaft was violently opened. The culprit was someone hiding in the golden-red armor.Anton Jinhong didn't know what was happening around him, so he could only ask Weiss to analyze the current situation.

Unknown's body is not clean, with a gun in his hand, and the secretary's body is covered with dust and dried blood from the frenzied running and the battle in the conference room just now, and she looks in a mess.At first glance, Anonymous cannot blame Anton Jinhong for misunderstood the situation.

So amid the yelling of "Stop" from the secretary, he took an unnamed step to the right, avoiding the palm cannon that brushed his face.

Ms. Secretary is worthy of being a senior who has experienced big storms. She managed to finish telling the whole story, and once again expressed her gratitude to the unnamed, easing the emergency situation where human life was at stake, before rushing to change clothes.

Anton Jinhong fell in front of Unknown, stepped out of the battle armor, and stood in front of him defenselessly.This was almost too reckless and dangerous, but Unknown was just looking at the outfit curiously, and had absolutely no reason to start a fight.Anton Jinhong also seemed to hope to have more time to live in peace, and would never bring up the unregistered illegal possession of a gun unless it was absolutely necessary.

Anonymous stated the scene just now dryly, and described the thrilling scene in a mediocre way, and it seemed that it was not the same thing as Miss Secretary's painting that was almost painted with color, smeared with gold powder, and framed.Some agents have already gone to the conference room he pointed out, and just waiting for confirmation, there are really not many people who are brave enough to invade the Raider Building.

If it weren't for Anonymous, Miss Secretary might have died at gunpoint, not to mention being kidnapped.The captain and himself really shouldn't be transferred away from the mountain like this, leaving a defenseless building behind.

"Thank you," the playboy said in a rare serious tone, "for saving Miss Secretary." But he quickly revealed his true nature, the smile on his face changed, and he said with a narrow smile:

"Want to drink some wine?"

The solemnity was indeed an illusion, Unnamed pretended not to see the teasing in Anton's eyes, rolled his eyes, and handed him the gun.What's the matter if you don't know how to drink, drinking can hurt your kidneys!

So New York is said to be the most delicious barbecue restaurant, ushered in a wave of customers with big stomachs.This is Unnamed's first time having dinner with [friend]. Everyone at the dinner table is extremely relaxed. Even Natalia, although it can't be said that she has completely let go of her guard, is still trying to integrate into the group.

Anton did not give up drinking unregistered wine throughout the whole process; however, Unnamed felt that he was being targeted, and refused to touch any alcoholic beverages, thus receiving ridicule from Mr. Archer.

After dinner, Anonymous followed Anton back to the Avengers Building. He was still in a conference room with a similar layout. This time, there were no handcuffs and a gloomy atmosphere, and the lights lit up the entire room reasonably.This kind of perfect control can only be achieved by Weiss.

I don't know what this bureau with a particularly long name wants to do this time, and what new strategy it will adopt.

"Hello, Mr. Unknown, I am an NSA agent." The agent put the folder in front of him and explained, "The NSA believes you are not a danger, at least not yet. Therefore, we will not keep you in the Raider Tower. What's your intention?"

Anonymous shrugged.He didn't care much about these things, as long as he had a place to live and some food to satisfy his hunger, it would be great if he could have a cabinet of weapons.Of course, it is impossible for the National Security Agency to give him guns and ammunition.

The agent was not an idiot, so he could naturally sense Unregistered's lack of interest, and spontaneously opened the folder for him, which was the entire file of Unregistered himself.Some of them can be seen to be surveillance cameras, the pixels are extremely blurred, and all his every move since his unnamed appearance has been recorded.

Therefore, for the time being, under the pressure and threats of Anton Jinhong, the National Security Bureau suppressed all doubts and dissatisfaction with Anonymous, and even helped him find an apartment to live in.Guoan special car includes pick-up and delivery.

Half an hour later, Anonymous stood at the door of his house, not knowing how to open the door.

He almost ran into the Commando Captain head-on.

"Ah, hello, captain." Unnamed stood at the door of his house holding his only personal belongings - a three-stage head and a pan - and looked at the commando captain in the same corridor.Not to mention that this kind of monitoring is too blatant, just because the monitors don't know it at all, they have to give negative points and bad reviews to the legendary strongest spy organization, the National Security Bureau.

"Hello," Stephen Roger also felt the embarrassment in the air, so he invited, "Would you like to come to my house? I just made spaghetti."