Although it's a little strange, Gao Ming didn't think much about it, maybe people have a cold constitution?

    Such people are not nothing, and even some rheumatism patients still wear thick pants on dog days, and Gao Ming has not seen it.

     smiled lightly, and was ready to laugh and talk to the cheerful old lady, you really watched too many police movies, as long as you see a slightly strange person, you think people are thieves.

    "Don't believe it, young man, this guy is a thief, if not, I'll give you the skull." The old lady was not happy, Gao Ming's appearance was simply the biggest insult to her vision.

     "Okay, okay, auntie, I'll help you keep an eye on it, as long as he dares to make a move, I'll help you catch him." Gao Ming couldn't cry or laugh, this aunt is really a person who doesn't have a lot of things.

    However, that man is really different from ordinary people, his complexion is a little whiter than ordinary people, and his nose is a little higher, Gao Ming involuntarily looked at the man again.

    The strange man also happened to look this way, and the two looked at each other.

     's eyes were silent and deep, but Gao Ming's hair stood on end for no reason, which was comparable to a beast-like intuition to remind Gao Ming that this man was dangerous, extremely dangerous.

    There is a fierce light in the man's eyes, a fierce light full of death, he is not a thief, he wants to kill.

    At the entrance of the elementary school attached to the teacher's university, there are now at least seven or eight hundred parents, plus pedestrians coming and going, there are thousands of people, he actually wants to kill someone? How crazy does this have to be?

    Especially, this man actually made Gao Ming feel extremely dangerous, dangerous enough to endanger his life. The muscles of the whole body tightened, and the internal force that rarely ran at full strength suddenly filled the whole body.

    As if sensing Gao Ming's nervousness, a smile appeared on the man's expressionless face, as if to convey kindness. But Gao Ming didn't relax at all, and his keen intuition reminded him that there seemed to be a fierce beast in the man's eyes, which was gradually waking up, and was about to be devoured by others.

    Seeing Gao Ming staring at himself intently, the curvature of the corners of the man's mouth became wider and wider, gradually evolving into a terrifying smirk.

    Gao Ming's palms were sweating, the man was only twenty meters away from him, if he burst out with all his strength, Gao Ming believed that in just one second, he would be able to put the man to death.

    However, Gao Ming didn't dare, his intuition told him that this man was even more dangerous than he imagined. If he couldn't handle him in this second, this bustling crowd would have killed and injured countless people.

    Gao Ming's judgment is right. The man reached into his jacket and pulled something out of his back and pointed it at the sky.

    Gao Ming's eyes shrank sharply, and his eyesight was good enough for him to see clearly, it was a miniature submachine gun no more than thirty centimeters long, and the blue body of the gun shone with a palpitating luster.

    The "Phantom" submachine gun, which made its first appearance at the annual meeting of the Eagle Nation War Readiness Association in 1983, attracted great attention from the army and police departments. The gun was designed in 1982 by the Italian company Seitz after accumulating 12 years of experience in the fight against terrorism and analyzing more than 14,000 combat examples.

     can pour out all twenty-five rounds in the magazine in less than a second, and a bullet with a caliber of 9 mm is a nightmare for an enemy within 50 meters.

    The gun is an ideal weapon for close, unconventional warfare against criminals working together, and is now the standard of SWAT equipment in at least half of the world's countries.

    Gao Ming happened to see this world-famous gun in the arsenal of the private collection of the named elder brother, and the old man once reminded him that it was definitely a nightmare for all warriors to face the enemy with this kind of fierce submachine gun at close range, and if you want to survive, you can only kill him before he has not pointed his gun at you.

    Between the electric flints, Gao Ming's palm hanging by his side moved slightly, and the ring on his middle finger suddenly turned into the twenty-centimeter-long silver needle. He was sure to get a needle through the man's head before the muzzle of the gun he raised high hung down.

    "Young man, this man is a madman, he has a toy gun to mess with Moss? Kids? The old lady pulled Gao Ming's arm, almost not making Gao Ming angry in his nervous body.

     Don't wait for Gao Ming to answer, the man told the old lady with practical actions that he was definitely not a toy gun.

    He shot and fired into the air.

    "Dadada" A crisp gunfire made the scene that was still noisy just now a little silent.

    Everyone turned their heads to look at the man in the jacket and holding the submachine gun high, and their brains were a little short for a while.

     When did today's toy guns become so realistic? Even the sound is so similar.

    Gao Ming's face was bitter, and the silver needle, which had been stretched straight, softened and rewound back around his middle finger. He could kill this man with one blow, but Gao Ming knew in his heart that this man was definitely not a fool.

    Two fools can't get this kind of standard weapon. Huaxia is not like the Eagle Country, where all people can legally own guns, and if you want to get this kind of weapon, you don't have a certain amount of power, and it's a luxury to take a look.

    He, there is definitely a reserve.

    Gao Ming If Gao Ming killed him, he didn't know that the accomplices hiding there would go berserk, and the thousands of people present would not know how many dead and injured they would have. Now we can only wait and see what happens, and find out who the opponent is first.

    Cheng Baobao, who was trying to maintain traffic order, was also startled by the gunshots, and when he looked back, his face suddenly changed greatly, and she knew the power of the "ghost" submachine gun very well.

    If the guns were aimed at the people just now, the casualties now would definitely be the above ten people.

    Everyone present, I'm afraid that Officer Cheng Da and Gao Ming knew that the gun was real, genuine, Tong Suo was not bullied, and he was definitely able to kill people and kill many people.

    With the sound of gunshots, seven or eight men outside the crowd untied their backpacks and took out various weapons from them, including the same submachine guns, pistols, and even two women, who drew two glittering machetes from their trouser legs, and rushed in from the periphery of the crowd.

    The crowd was stunned for a moment, and they couldn't believe the facts in front of them, was this a terrorist attack?

    Huaxia has been calm for too long, and when the scene on the TV screen and on the screen really appears in front of them, everyone's brains are blank.

    "Robbery, ......" Then, a woman standing in front of a white BMW, who was supposed to be picking up her child, screamed heartbreakingly.

     "Bang" a gunshot.

    The screaming stopped, and the woman fell on the front cover of her BMW, sliding limply on the ground, blood splattering on the smooth paint of the white BMW.

     The well-groomed face also showed a look of extreme horror. But she couldn't shout anymore. A hole the size of a coin in the center of her eyebrow ended her right to shout.

    At a distance of twenty meters, the huge kinetic energy of the 9mm bullet of the miniature submachine gun directly destroyed all her cranial nerves, and even, opened a frightening hole in the back of her head.

    "You are wrong, I am not a robber, then go to God and repent of your mistakes." The man who became the focus of everyone's attention said elegantly with a smile on his face, blowing the green smoke that had dispersed above the muzzle.

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