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Wei Tianan would appear in such a way, An Tianwei did not expect it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ye Minglong would give himself to Wei Tianan in such a way, which he didn't expect.

What he could think of was that Ye Minglong's energy seemed to far exceed his initial estimate, this old fox was too slippery, and his path was too wild, even an international important criminal like Wei Tianan could hook up.

He really didn't know what else in the underworld there was that Ye Minglong couldn't hook up with.

There were only two people in the room, An Tianwei and Wei Tianan. Wei Tianan's muzzle was pointed at An Tianwei, his expression became more and more hideous, this was the moment he had been waiting for for a long time, he spent so much energy to escape from prison, for this moment.

Just as Wei Tianan knows An Tianwei very well, An Tianwei also knows this old opponent very well.

He knew that this guy's gun was pointed at people, not to show people or to threaten, but to really shoot. He rolled on the spot without hesitation.

"Click......

Where he rolled, a series of craters were punched by bullets, and the debris flew everywhere.

The submachine gun hanging on Wei Tianan's body is a Colt 9mm submachine gun that has been equipped with the Marine Corps.

There are two types of Colt 9mm submachine gun magazines, one is a 20-round magazine and the other is a 32-round magazine. Judging from Wei Tianan's strafing time, his loading magazine this time was 32 rounds.

An Tianwei rolled on the ground like a spinning top, although it was indecent, but he knew very well that in addition, there was no way to avoid Wei Tianan's strafing in such a short time.

Because what is standing in front of you is not a normal person at all, but a faint person who will first sweep you into a hornet's nest, and then whip the corpse.

There is no difference between the living and the dead in his eyes, and there is only one kind of person he targets: the dead.

The 32-round magazine was quickly swept to the bottom by Wei Tianan, An Tianwei was still rolling on the ground, the bullets grazed his body and whizzed, whether he was hit or not, Wei Tianan was not particularly sure.

If An Tianwei is so good at dying, he doesn't need to spend a lot of effort to make such a high price to offer a bounty of eight million underworld heads. This bounty is still valid, and it seems that he has to take this huge prize himself.

After sweeping all the bullets in the magazine, An Tianwei lay quietly on the ground motionless, like a dead man.

Wei Tianan did not rush to check An Tianwei's life or death, but took out a large cigar from his pocket, pressed the hot barrel, and took a few puffs.

In addition to the submachine gun, he also had a pistol in his waist. His other hand has always been on the pistol, although his expression is peaceful, but his eyes have never left An Tianwei lying on the ground.

After waiting for a long time, seeing that An Tianwei was still lying like that, Wei Tianan thought about it, took the hand on the pistol, took out the magazine full of live ammunition, and prepared to change the ammunition.

He is a repeat offender, he lives on the knife every day, changing magazines is the norm of life, and the time from rebounding to loading is basically not more than three seconds.

He firmly believed that An Tianwei would not be finished so soon, so he planned to start sweeping around again, not sweeping his enemy into a sieve, and never approaching.

With a gun in hand, he maintained an absolute advantage by keeping his distance.

Three seconds is a flash of passage for the average person.

For a good soldier with special training, these three seconds are the boundary between life and death.

In the first second, Wei Tianan retreated.

The next second, he began to reload.

In the third second, he began to push.

In these three seconds, the only second is that Wei Tianan needs to take his eyes off An Tianwei's body and turn to the gun.

It was also in this second that An Tianwei bounced up.

Although this room is not big, Wei Tianan is very ghostly, and An Tianwei actually wants to use this rolling to get closer to him in the process of rolling around on the ground. However, the angle of Wei Tianan's strafing blocked An Tianwei's plan, and now the distance between him and An Tianwei is still a few meters away.

This is a distance with a margin of safety, no matter how good An Tianwei's skills are, if he wants to rush through this distance of several meters to reach his side, his bullets have already been replaced.

This is a precise calculation that he has made in advance, and it is also a kind of thinking inertia that his career has cultivated for him.

When An Tianwei flicked up, the second second had passed, and his magazine had been replaced, waiting for the loading to fire.

Wei Tianan's face showed an even more hideous smile, and his mouth showing a mouthful of big yellow teeth as he bit the big cigar cigarette.

For a second, An Tianwei was a god and there was no way to rush in front of him, but this volley posture just provided him with a live rake.

This time, he had already expected An Tianwei to become a ghost under his gun.

"Click!" came the sound of a very brisk loading.

When Wei Tianan heard this voice, he seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, his eyes burst out, and he raised his gun......

"When ......"

There was a tremor from the gun, and in the reflection of Wei Tianan's pupils, a bright red trajectory line was clearly imprinted.

The blood banquet hit the body of Wei Tianan's gun!

An Tianwei didn't have a way to let his body rush to Wei Tianan's side in a second, but the blood banquet could!

The blood banquet is a special dagger of the same son-mother, the mother dagger hits the body of the gun, but the child dagger attacks Wei Tian'an, and it is carried out simultaneously.

While Wei Tianan felt the tremor on the gun's body, he also followed An Tianwei's example, and fell back, and the dagger of the blood banquet rubbed the bridge of his high nose and slashed over with a cold cold.

As soon as he fell back like this, his eyes could no longer be entangled in An Tianwei. But he was a master, he had a feeling and a prejudgment, and the loaded submachine gun was in the direction he remembered, and a string of sparks erupted from the muzzle.

"Click......

Wei Tianan likes to listen to this relaxed and bright strafing sound, every time he hears this sound, his body can't help but churn with blood, and there is always an urge to sweep everything away.

But this bright voice made him feel uneasy.

If the bullets swept out by the submachine gun were so bright all the time, it meant that An Tianwei would still be dangling in front of his eyes.

He didn't like the feeling of seeing a living person wandering in his eyes, especially someone with whom he had a deep hatred, and he didn't like it even more, and he could even say that he hated it.

Every time he fired, he would shoot a single bullet in the magazine before stopping, regardless of whether the opponent was shot or not. It's already a habit.

His body fell to his back, his back hitting the ground hard, and his second strafing shot was almost coming to an end.

When the bullet misses, that's when he's most dangerous!

He knew very well that this was a vacancy, and if An Tianwei hadn't died, he would definitely take advantage of this vacancy!

So, before the bullet was empty, one of his hands had already pulled out the pistol at his waist.

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