Chapter 1169

Conjecture and personal confirmation are totally different things.

Lin Fan from the beginning to the end of the performance of calm, and his age does not match.

It's hard to imagine that this young man killed ten Lao soldiers.

"I have dealt with laonese before, and their brains are not working well."

Beckoning the vice captain to step back, Lin Fan looked at the more and more ugly leader: "besides, even if I want to go now, I can't go."

"Chinese people, you are a group, damned Chinese people."

Hearing Lin Fan communicate with the target in Chinese, the leader scolded: "since it's Chinese, it's easy to do things, and none of you can go away."

"Don't worry. I didn't say I was going."

Looking at the gun in the leader's hand, Lin Fan joked: "the firearms you use are very backward. Are they sponsored by China?"

"Ha ha, lag behind. Believe it or not, I shot you?"

Ridiculed by Lin fan, the leader cursed: "this gun has been with me for five years. I don't know how many people died under my gun, and you will die under my gun."

"Well, it's very backward."

Extending his right hand forward, Lin Fan motioned, "let me show you what a gun is."

"Fool, I'm talking to a fool."

Looking at Lin Fan's empty right hand, the leader raised the gun at Lin Fan's forehead: "one shot will kill you and send you back to the West."

He was about to pull the trigger, but the next second he was dumbfounded.

The eyes were incredible, and they were huge.

After the empty right hand turns over, actually conjures up one more gun.

A heavy machine gun!

A magazine full of bullets, deeply stimulating the leader's brain.

How How?

Similarly, the eyes are very big, and vice captain, vigorously rubbed his eyes, but all this is true.

Heavy machine gun, it's a heavy machine gun!

Where did it come from?

"Ha ha, you Chinese people like to play these tricks."

After a brief absence, the leader immediately responded: "I'd like to see if it's your gun or mine..."

Dada

Bang Bang Bang

The last word "fast" is still declining, and the sound of bullets is constantly shooting.

The fight starts in an instant.

No, to be precise, it should be one-sided killing.

Those who stood behind the leader were watching Lin Fan's death with banter.

Like their leader, the Chinese couldn't have a gun at all.

When they react, their bodies bloom one after another.

The blood is constantly flowing up the throat, the consciousness is blurred, and the ground burps the fart.

A second before there were ten hands down, but this second he was left alone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, just now a distracted shot."

Looking at the gaping leader, Lin Fan sighed and raised the heavy machine gun at the head of the former.

"In order to express my apology, I'll shoot you seriously this time."

The muzzle of the gun was still smoking, and the earth leader's heart was shaking.

He couldn't imagine that the heavy machine gun was real.

The muzzle on the forehead was still hot, and the leader's legs were soft and knelt on the ground.

"You You can't kill me... "

No matter who is on the verge of death, they will instinctively give up their self-esteem.

What self-esteem do you talk about even if you have no life?

"Why can't I kill you?"

To the dead soldier of Laos who fell to the ground, Lin Fan did not understand: "you just said to see whose gun is fast?"

"No I just lost my head... "

He slapped himself in the face, and the leader called, "your gun is fast, my gun is behind, my gun is rubbish."