Both of them knew what Ding Ze was going to do, it was nothing more than sowing discord.

Maybe the purple-haired man would still look at Ding Ze's tricks with disdain, but Huang Mao couldn't do his way.

He knew a thing or two about the identity of the purple-haired man, but he could only eat with Brother Hu.

And sometimes, if the work is done well, Brother Tiger is happy, and he can also award a lot of money, and even women have one or two.

But if it was because of Ding Ze's sowing discord, and then making Brother Tiger doubt himself, it would be better to say that he lost his job, but if he lost his life, it would be too late for him to cry.

The more Huang Mao thought about it, the more angry and gloomy his face became, he picked up an iron rod casually, and strode towards Ding Ze.

The iron rods rubbed against the ground, making a clanging metal crashing sound, which constantly resounded throughout the factory.

As for Huang Mao, his eyes were red, and there were bloodshot spots in his pupils, and he was panting between his noses, as if he was carried away and wanted to do something.

But he looked so crazy, and the gangsters around him were still on guard, or nervous, or jokingly looking at him.

Huang Mao was also helpless, and he hated Ding Ze even more in his heart.

He knew that Brother Hu was definitely looking at himself on the second floor, and if he didn't clarify it with action now, no matter what the result was, he would definitely jump into the Yellow River and not be able to wash it away.

"Boy," Huang Mao raised the iron rod, pointed at Ding Ze, and said with a fierce face, "Now kneel down and apologize, spare your life!"

The iron rod was only about a meter away from Ding Ze.

He seemed to feel the cold breath coming from the iron rod, covered his face, hunched his waist, and took a few steps back in horror.

"I don't know, I don't know anything, we don't know each other, you didn't tell me anything. Ding Ze retreated and shouted in panic as he continued to panic, he seemed to be a little anxious to say anything.

In fact, he did have a trace of nervousness in his heart. The sound of the system has not sounded yet, and the interest has not been recovered, Ding Ze doesn't want him to force himself to take out the sand eagle like this.

As a killer feature, they are all put at the end.

Although he was reluctant in his heart, he still put his hand on his waist, vaguely grasped the handle of the gun, and took out the shot at any time.

After all, no matter how reluctant you are, safety is the most important thing.

Huang Mao shouted angrily, with green tendons squirming on his forehead, he raised the iron rod high, roared and ran towards Ding Ze.

"This kid, look for his own death. Brother Hu drank red wine and sneered, "I didn't expect a character like Dinkler to have such a murderous son, could it be that this is the sentence, the stupid son of the landlord's family?"

Brother Tiger sneered a few words, shook his head, and slid his palm on his wrist, and the glass in front of him gradually solidified until it became opaque.

"Ding-dong. ”

"A despicable and shameless routine, congratulations to the host for obtaining 953 routine points. ”

"Ding-dong. ”

"A deadly routine, congratulations to the host for obtaining 1206 routine points. ”

Ding Ze's complexion changed, a little pale, and he was about to dodge, when the sound of the system suddenly sounded.

He stopped, looked at the iron rod that was constantly enlarged in his eyes, his eyes narrowed, and a cold glint flashed.

"Master is not powerful, when I am a sick cat!" Ding Ze suddenly took out his pistol and shouted.

Seeing such a pistol suddenly pulled out of Ding Ze's waist, no matter who it was, they were stunned for a moment, even if it was Huang Mao, but at such a close distance, he had the heart to stop but was unable to do it.

In desperation, I could only bite the bullet and continue to push forward.

If he suddenly stopped, he would definitely fall hard, and he would definitely be ridiculed by other thugs, which he would never allow.

Huang Mao could only pray in his heart that this small hand-like gun was fake.

Although the Sand Eagle was extremely famous at that time, in this era of rapid development, coupled with its high noise and recoil, it has long been eliminated.

Even if it is equally powerful, almost every series of pistols can achieve its power, or even more powerful.

And it's more stable and less noisy.

Fortunately, it was Ding Ze who was interested in the gun itself, and it was only after learning too much about it that he could see this at a glance*.

People like Huang Mao who don't pay attention to guns may tell him again, and he will be able to forget all about it in a blink of an eye.

"After the interest is collected, we should settle the general ledger. Ding Ze held the gun with both hands, his thumb gently rubbed the silver-white shiny gun, and snorted coldly, and the killing intent suddenly appeared.

"Bang!" Ding Ze brazenly pulled the trigger.

A loud bang resounded throughout the factory, and all the thugs were shocked, and their eyes were black, as if a * was ringing in their ears.

"Bang!"

Brother Tiger was about to turn around, when a loud bang suddenly sounded, even he was so frightened that he stumbled, the wine glass fell to the ground, and the red wine was spilled on the white carpet.

The red wine spread out on the carpet and bloomed like a blood flower.

He covered his head, as if shaking his head vigorously in a bit of a dazed manner, and then he hurriedly swiped his wrist, and the screen in front of him instantly became transparent, and he naturally looked down.

"I almost got hit, but luckily I reacted quickly. Ding Ze patted his chest with palpitations and shouted.

After all, that scene really frightened him.

He remembered that after he pulled the trigger, even if the recoil was so strong, the tiger's mouth was painful, and his whole arm hung down directly.

But he still tried his best to dodge to the side.

In his eyes, the yellow-haired eyes were still round, an expression of fear was frozen on his face, and there was a small blood hole on his forehead that only pierced the door of his brain.

But what really scared Ding Ze was the iron rod that was only a finger's width from the tip of his nose.

It can be described as passing by.

Because of the power, Huang Mao's speed was extremely fast, but Ding Ze seemed to be superior, and he shot first, hitting Huang Mao's eyebrows, but even if he died directly, his body still rushed forward some distance, and he almost injured Ding Ze.

Ding Ze gasped for breath, and his face was also slightly pale.

There are yellow hairs on the ground in front of him, and at the back of his head, there are a lot of white sticky lumps, which are also mixed with a lot of blood.

As for its body, blood spreads from its head to all directions.

The thugs were still shaky and unstable, and their ears were temporarily deaf.

"Can you still be said to be a gangster with this ability?" Ding Ze shook his head disdainfully, feeling the strength of his arm gradually recovering, and said disdainfully.

fired a shot from Ding Ze, due to the strong recoil, causing the arm to be temporarily dislocated, and the system also automatically turned on the recovery mode at the same time, and a warm current continued to swim in the arm.

I have to say that this feels quite comfortable, and I don't feel the same way.

If it weren't for so many people watching around, Ding Ze might still be comfortable.

"Just come and clean me up like this, don't pee and look at yourself!" Ding Ze kicked the yellow-haired corpse and snorted.

There were already many thugs on the periphery who came back to their senses, their legs trembled, their sticks also fell to the outside, and their hearts had already bred retreat.

After all, they also know in their hearts that no matter how powerful they are and how many people there are, they will always hold knives and sticks.

Ding Ze is holding a gun!

It is said that knives and guns have no eyes, if Ding Ze's hands are shaking, maybe he will go to get a boxed lunch, how can this work.

Many people regained their senses, looked at the yellow-haired corpse surrounded by blood, and they all gradually retreated.

No one dislikes that they live a long life, who will know the result, but still stupidly and meaninglessly move forward.

"This is *! once a well-deserved pistol brother!" A thug looked frightened and pointed at Ding Zedao.

There are also a few people who have understood*, and instantly recognized the * in Ding Ze's hand.

Even the purple-haired man's complexion changed slightly, and he was calm and disdainful in Wucai.

But he still stood still, staring at Ding Ze with a cold and gloomy face.

His fists clenched, his eyes spitting with rage.

It was a murderous gaze.

Ding Ze's heart was a little hairy, he coughed a few times, and snorted coldly, "Look at what, he's done with it, it's your turn." ”