Chapter 8: Playing with Guns (Part II)

A pocket revolver manufactured by SwissMiniGun, after being simply modified, designed, lacquered and polished by Chen Ming, instantly became a highly lethal and exquisite deadly weapon, with a length of only 2.16 inches, a weight of 19.8 grams, and a caliber of only 2.34 mm, but the bullets fired were enough to penetrate the skull of ordinary people.

The rate of fire of this mini pistol is actually only 122 meters per second, generally speaking, when the speed of the bullet reaches 100 meters per second, it can penetrate the skin of the human body, and the bullet has lethality;

Obviously, this group of little brothers cultivated by Tang Xiaoran is not that kind of professional team, as soon as they saw the blood splashed on the ground after the blood splashed in front of them, they were lying on the ground and convulsing, and they were immediately stunned in place, among them are some gangsters who are not doing their jobs, maybe they have seen some scenes usually, but in this Huaxia country of gun control, they have never seen real guns except in the movies.

As soon as Chen Ming made a shot, he shot his headshot, which made all Tang Xiaoran's little brothers present dumbfounded!

Although they helped their eldest brother cut people and hacked them to death, they were definitely not the kind of loyal dead soldiers, they also had families, wives or girlfriends, they gathered around Tang Xiaoran for only one purpose, that is, for money.

So they are also afraid of death, and when they die, there is nothing left, who wants to?

"Come on! Come on! Lao Tzu now has more than ten rounds of ammunition, even if you add the time to change the bullets, there is no problem in killing most of you! The money is Tang Xiaoran's, and your life is your own!"

Chen Ming's eyes were also a little red for a while, and the anger in his eyes was bursting, like a lit fire, even in the dim box, it was shining with fierce fire!

Tang Xiaoran's younger brothers who were present were stunned, they also knew that if they swarmed up, of course they could hack Chen Ming to death on the spot, but they would also pay a heavy price, just with the marksmanship that Chen Ming showed just now, it would be absolutely no problem to die more than half of them. The key is, can each of them guarantee that they will not die?

"Hey...... Brother Ji Mao, Tang Xiaoran Young Master Tang is usually the best for you, at this time you should rush to the front, open the way for your brothers, and hack this bastard to death!"

A little brother standing behind with a steel pipe instigated.

The little brother with half of his yellow hair snorted and said, "Fuck off, you just let Lao Tzu die, you see the two lying on the ground, they are all shot in the head! They're calling the police! Hurry up and call the police, this kid killed someone here today, and he can't escape! We guard the entrance, there is a surveillance camera in the room, and the video of this kid's murder has definitely been recorded." ”

At this time, the little brother named "Chicken Feather" still had some brains, and knew that rushing up was also a death, so it was better to guard the entrance, resist the door of the private room, so that Chen Ming could not get out, and then call the police, so that Chen Ming was arrested by the police for illegally carrying guns and malicious homicide.

"That's right! That's what the chicken feather said! Let's not go head-to-head with him! Hold the entrance first! Just let this little bastard not get out! The rest will be left to the policeman!"

"Yes, yes!

"Hurry up, stop the bleeding for the boss, carry him out, and call a 120 by the way!"

So, at the suggestion of Ji Mao, a group of younger brothers lifted the seriously injured Tang Xiaoran one after another and gradually withdrew from the private room. Tang Xiaoran was bleeding too much, and several younger brothers had to press the sofa cushion on his face to stop the bleeding.

Seeing that those little brothers had retreated and that he was safe for the time being, Chen Ming sat down slowly, took out a pack of red soft-wrapped red pandas for 10 yuan a bag in his pocket, and panted and smoked.

Chen Ming knew very well in his heart, although he was not afraid of the scene just now, but he was really afraid afterwards, he was definitely gambling just now, if the opposite side was some little brother carefully cultivated by Tang Xiaoran, who was not afraid of life and death, and rushed up, then he would definitely die, and hand-to-hand combat was definitely not Chen Ming's strong point.

Second, in fact, Chen Ming also lied about the number of bullets just now, as long as people with a little common sense know that a revolver has a total of six bullets in the wheel. Moreover, because the revolver does not have a safety device, the first loading hole is generally not loaded with bullets, so in order to avoid misfire, Chen Ming usually only loads five bullets, and Chen Ming has already dialed the wheel with his fingers after taking out the pistol just now, which proves that at this moment, Chen Ming's pistol actually only has five bullets in it.

The two people who rushed to the front before shooting, Chen Ming had already used two bullets, which means that when he scared away the group of Tang Xiaoran's younger brothers, in fact, Chen Ming's pistol only had three bullets in it!

Even if one shot can blow two people's heads, it is impossible to "kill more than half of them" according to Chen Ming's words. ”

This is also thanks to the fact that Huaxia is a country that prohibits guns, and civilians don't know much about firearms and equipment.

escaped a catastrophe, Chen Ming sat on the ground and smoked a cigarette, not caring at all about the "alarm" that the group of Tang Xiaoran's younger brothers outside the door said.