Chapter 772

Zhuo a gun looking at this scene, instant rage, a direct wave, two cronies rushed forward, stop Su Weiwei, he is directly Rao Su Weiwei to Wang Fan flash past.

Zhuo yigun brought these people not under Aojiang, but his own cronies.

Originally, according to the plan, a woman would poison Wang Fan first. If she succeeded, it would be the best. But if she failed, they would act in secret and wait for an opportunity to assassinate Wang Fan.

Can Zhuo a gun arrogant, plus white Xiao Ren repeatedly suppress him to Wang Fan hand, in the heart, so did not come according to the plan, but directly with the confidant killed in.

He did this for two purposes. The first was to kill Wang Fan and the second was to take Su Weiwei away.

He wants to tell Su Weiwei that Wang Fan, Su Weiwei's follower, is a waste, not the enemy of his Zhuo.

For Zhuo yigun, a sharpshooter, no matter how powerful he is, he is useless in front of bullets.

If bullets can't kill the enemy, it can only be said that the shooter's shooting is bad. No one has ever been able to dodge a bullet from him.

Roar two big bang, Su Weiwei already with Zhuo a gun confidant war together.

She slapped one of them on the chest with one hand and lifted it away. Her right leg flashed over the arc and kicked the other side on the waist.

Under the enormous strength, the two people eat pain and are directly thrown out. Just as they are thrown out, Su Weiwei also gets a punch from the other side. She falls back and looks pale.

"Zhuo a gun, I su Weiwei swear, you dare to hurt Wang Shao a hair, on the poor blue down the yellow spring, I su Weiwei will kill you!"

Su Weiwei is going to resist the impact of strength, attack Zhuo a gun, but at this time, there are two people jumped on, stopped in front of her.

Su Weiwei is in a big hurry. She can only shoot Zhuo with a vicious threat.

She worked with Zhuo yigun and knew the horror of Zhuo yigun.

The skill of shooting is as good as the spirit. There is absolutely no empty words.

Rao is Su Weiwei is very confident of Wang Fan's strength, but Wang Fan with bare hands faces Zhuo with a gun, and her heart is still bottomless.

Zhuo yigun didn't pay attention to Su Weiwei's voice at all, but his face became more ferocious. He was close to Wang Fan in an instant, and his right hand shook, holding the golden gun in his hand.

"Wang Fan, it's time for you to die! I tell you, I'll shoot you, just one shot! "

Zhuo a gun said, directly crazy pull the trigger, but it is not a shot, but four shots.

His shooting speed is so fast that it's almost to the extreme.

The general shooter, in close quarters, usually will open the distance, and then shoot.

Even if they are approached by others, they will try to distance themselves from the enemy. Because once the distance is close, they will be oppressed and will feel the danger of instinct.

Once the enemy is close master, their fate will become very miserable.

Kezhuo's shot is just the opposite. For him, the closer the distance is, the greater his advantage will be, and he will have a greater grasp of shooting the enemy.

As for the other party's threat to itself, it's impossible.

In addition to the strength of Zhuo yigun itself is also very strong, it is impossible for anyone to escape his bullet and attack him.

It's self-confidence, it's self-confidence in his strength and his shooting skills.

Four bullets blasted out of the chamber and shot madly at Wang Fan, a Biao, Meng Qingyang and night.

It's like lightning, fast to the extreme.

At this moment, not to mention the poor Meng Qingyang, even a Biao felt a strong breath of death.

He felt that this moment, as if Zhuo a gun and his hands of the golden gun into one, people gun in one.

He's the gun. The gun is him.

Fast, fast to the extreme.

A Biao didn't even have the idea to dodge. He felt desperate.

Meng Qingyang's face is pale and his forehead is full of cold sweat. He is thinking, am I going to die?

In the eyes of the night, there was also a touch of surprise, even dignified. The shooting skill of Zhuo was really beyond his expectation.

When the three people's expressions were different, Wang Fan's face did not change. His right hand suddenly shook on the table, and the tableware and fork were thrown out.

At the same time, Wang Fan raised his right foot and flew fast on a Biao Meng Qingyang, making them deviate.

Then, he took out his gun and pulled the trigger in front of him.

Ding Ding Ding, Ding Ding, Ding Ding, Ding Ding Ding, Ding Ding Ding, Ding Ding Ding, Ding Ding Ding Ding, Ding Ding Ding Ding, ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding.

With the help of this buffer time, Meng Qingyang a Biao was also kicked to one side, the bullet flew close to their body, burst the doors and windows, and rushed to the door.

Come on!

Then there was another gunshot. Two bullets collided two centimeters in front of Wang Fan, sparking all over the sky, and then fell to the ground.This scene, though a little slow to narrate, only happened in a few breaths.

At the same time, the night also dodged the bullet that shot at her, and looked at Zhuo with a gloomy face.

There was a dead silence.

No one thought that Wang Fan was so powerful that he not only saved a Biao and Meng Qingyang under Zhuo's bullet, but also stopped the bullet that shot at him with the most direct means.

According to Wang Fan's performance, no one will doubt that Wang fan can easily avoid Zhuo's bullet, but Wang Fan did not hide, but shot down the other side's bullet with a bullet, which is obviously a provocation in provocation and a slap in the face.

Zhuo Yi gun's face is also ugly, this is the first time someone evades his bullet and shoots down his bullet.

The most important thing is that he just said that only one shot was needed to kill Wang Fan, and then Wang fan not only saved people under his bullets, but also swept down his bullets. What is this not a slap in the face?

It's hard to accept that the myth of his one shot ended here.

Because the night also eluded his bullet, even if the bullet was intercepted by the tableware thrown by Wang Fan for a few seconds.

It can be said that none of his four shots killed people. For him, there was nothing more humiliating.

Su Weiwei looked at the scene and was relieved.

Zhuo Yi's shooting method is very well known to her. She was really worried that Wang Fan would be injured or even killed just now.

Now it seems that she is too worried. If Wang Fan had been killed so easily, I'm afraid he would not have lived to the present.

Think of the fear before, think of Zhuo a shot that four guns, Su Weiwei become more crazy, not long to kill the two intercept their enemies, all over the congestion of the station back to Wang Fan.

Wang fan is toward the gun in the hand to blow a tone, sarcastically look to Zhuo a gun, "the sharpshooter? A shot? Just one shot to kill me? "

"Bullshit!" Wang fan is very impolite to hit a face, he points to Zhuo a gun nose, "you this gun method, also mean to call oneself a sharpshooter?"? You are insulting the sharpshooter

Wang Fan severely humiliated: "sit back and look at the sky, arrogant at night, that is, you do not have the ability to load fork waste."

"Do you still want to be a sharpshooter? Don't laugh at my big teeth. At least you have to go back to your mother's womb and Practice for another ten or eight years, or the sharpshooter won't think about it. "

Zhuo clenched his fists and his face turned red. He didn't expect that he would miss his first shot in front of Wang Fan and be humiliated.