Once the other party completes the encirclement, he will definitely die, those who have retreated more than forty meters, even if he wants to kill, it will be difficult, the power of the steel ball has been greatly reduced at that distance. The only thing that can be killed is the enemy behind the trunk, suppressed by his fire.

Because these people wanted to kill him at the beginning, they were just more than ten meters away from him, and the steel ball was completely capable of killing these people, but in the same way, these people had * in their hands, and once he came up, I was afraid that in less than a breath, he would be attacked countless times.

Thinking of this, the ink man couldn't help but take a deep breath, the whole person's spirit was tense to the limit, the gunshot in his ears and the gunfire from the tree trunk next to him sounded in his mind, and he had to judge the approximate location of the enemy before he could make a move. One hit will kill, only kill five or six people on the other side at once, and it will be difficult for the other party to kill him.

"There were three at six o'clock, three at five, three at seven, one at eight o'clock, and one at four o'clock. After a few moments, the ink man opened his eyes, and he had already judged the position of the enemy, and the next thing was to strike.

The inkman touched the bag on his body, and inside was the steel balls he was carrying, a total of fifty, and the ones he used before going out were now only thirty.

The ink man directly took out fifteen steel balls, put the fifteen steel balls in his hands, took a deep breath, and the next moment, the ink man toe a little tree trunk, and the whole person jumped straight up, at the same time, his arms waved directly, and one steel ball burst out.

After the ink man shot out two steel balls, the tall man and his party discovered his location, and all the firepower was immediately suppressed, but at this moment, the ink man's body suddenly fell downward.

"Puff"

The companions around him fell one by one, and in just two or three breaths, six of the eight companions fell, leaving only the tall man, a swarthy middle-aged man, and Ba Kun were still alive.

"Damn it. The tall man's face was extremely ugly, and there was an extra blood hole in his arm, and the steel ball that hit him before, he was not injured, but he was not injured.

The swarthy man looked at the six dead people, swallowed his saliva, and the trigger he pulled unconsciously stopped.

Six people were killed in an instant, what kind of means is this, if he hadn't seen the ink man before, he would have suspected that he had encountered a ghost. They were all holding * in their hands, and they were still killed by the other party, almost ten people.

"Da Da" The tall man's muzzle swept away, and the swarthy man fell directly to the ground, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Waste. The tall man snorted coldly, the gun in his hand did not have the slightest intention of ceasefire, and picked up another gun from the ground, and the two guns opened their bows left and right, and the two tongues of fire poured out wildly.

"Give me all back. The tall man shouted, and the thin black man and the others, who had planned to outflank the ink man's rear, immediately ran in the direction of the tall man.

Seeing this scene, Ba Kun on the side was full of disbelief on his face, the strength of the ink artist was even more terrifying than he expected, and he was definitely not a new martial artist.

"Let's go!" Ba Kun knew that he didn't know if the rest of the people could kill the inkman, but he understood that no matter whether the tall man and his party could kill the inkman in the end, he would definitely not be able to stay.

Thinking of this, Ba Kun did not hesitate at all, bent his waist, and the next moment, his figure quietly retreated.

"Haha, the one who dares to kill me. The tall man laughed maniacally, and suddenly, he jerked back and saw Ba Kun who was fleeing.

"Fuck, want to go. The tall man's face sank, if it weren't for this guy, he would have lost so many people, these were the most elite subordinates under his command, and he lost so much at once, even if he returned to his own territory, I am afraid he would not be able to sit firmly in the position of the boss.

"It was discovered. Ba Kun changed greatly, and the whole person suddenly jumped suddenly, and then after all, he was just a martial artist in the early stage of dark energy, and the attacks that the ink artist could avoid, he might not be able to dodge.

Da-da-da

A tongue of fire swept by, and Bakun's figure had already jumped behind a large tree.

"Phew, he actually escaped. Looking at the vanished Ba Kun, the tall man snorted coldly, and then his eyes fell on the unrecognizable tree not far away, and behind the tree was the most terrifying enemy.

"Whew"

Behind the tree, the ink man gasped heavily, although he had a good timing of his shot, but in that case, he was still injured, and his palm was directly pierced by a bullet.

"It's good that it didn't hurt Tesuji. The spiritual power probed the injury, and the ink man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, although the enemy had died a lot, but one person had four or five enemies, and these people still had * in their hands, which was still not easy to deal with.

Not to the surprise of the ink man, as he killed the six people on the other side, the few people who had planned to surround him also immediately returned to the front, and five flames sprayed in his direction.

"Smack"

Suddenly, there was a soft thud on the ground, and immediately after, something the size of a fist landed not far from the inkman.

“*。 Looking at the suddenly falling thing not far away, the ink man's face changed greatly, and the whole person rushed out and rolled on the spot.

"Boom"

The next moment, there was a loud bang behind him, and the dirt mixed with the fallen leaves flew up.

"Haha, see you're not dead. The tall man laughed maniacally, originally this time they were just here to kill a person, and they didn't plan to bring *, after all, although this thing is powerful, it is a bit of a waste to kill a person.

The reason why these * were brought was to deal with the armed forces of the Heluo side that might appear, but I didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

"Boom"

In the hotel, Luo Wanmei and the others were anxiously waiting when they suddenly heard a loud noise in the distance.

"This is"

Hearing this voice, everyone's faces changed, although they didn't understand firearms, they could still hear the sound of the explosion. The sudden explosion in the middle of the battle means that anyone who has watched a war movie probably knows it.

“*。 Zhou Hai said with a solemn face.

*？

As soon as these words came out, Luo Wanmei's face suddenly turned pale.

How can there be *, what kind of person is it, who wants to kill the inkman, not only a large number of gunners appeared, but even *, is this murder, or is it a war?

"The inkman will be fine. Luo Wanmei muttered.

Hearing this, everyone on the side was silent, especially Zhou Hai and a few people, they were all elites in the army, and they could be heard from the sound of gunfire that the other party used *, and *.

With such a configuration, I am afraid that it is not weaker than a squad of a regular army, such a team, to kill a person, if you want to survive in such a situation, how easy is it to say?

Even Huang Shi, who knew that Moke was a cultivator of the Inner Family Fist, sighed in his heart, although the Inner Family Fist was powerful, but in the face of so many guns, I am afraid that he was helpless, this time, the Ink Ke was probably more than lucky!