Thinking of Yang Donghui's death, wanting Yang Donghui to use the last value of his life to set up a powerful enemy for himself, Lin Fan's heart gradually calmed down, now he can't make a move, Lisander's heyday at this time, he can't please at all, he must be patient, patient!

Thinking of this, Lin Fan took a deep breath and hid his figure again!

And at this time, George, who was hiding behind the big tree trunk, also saw the situation clearly, there were many people in the Yamaguchi group, and Lisander was more fierce, if he could kill Lisander, in the case of the dragons without a leader, everyone in the Yamaguchi group would definitely not be the opponent of his side, thinking about this, George did not hesitate, and shouted loudly: "Kill the bastard Lisander, kill him first!" ”

"Yes!" In terms of discipline, the Italian mafia would never lose to the Yamaguchi-gumi of the Japanese country, and after George gave the order, four or five Italian gunmen suddenly rushed out from behind the trees, and several of them seemed to be not afraid of death, and raised their guns and shot at Lisander.

Zhen Nyima has courage, Lin Fan saw this scene, and had to "praise" others, after all, everyone is so brave, he can't say anything if he doesn't praise it, but Lin Fan looks at these people like looking at SB.

On the battlefield, courage is important, but strength is the most important, don't look at Lisander's stupid like a national treasure panda, but his skills are extraordinarily flexible.

Seeing Lisander's marksmanship, Lin Fan couldn't help but gasp, this person is really strong. At this time, if Lisander was replaced by Lin Fan, Lin Fan knew that he might not necessarily do better than the other party.

Lisander's shooting speed was very fast, and it was a blind shot, there was no need to aim at all, and before the Italian gunners pulled the trigger, several shots rang out one after another, and several people fell to the ground, this time they were all shot in the eyebrows, and the time for several people to fall was about a second.

The lightning speed of the gun made George, who was hiding behind, grow his mouth in surprise, he had seen good marksmanship, but he had never seen someone as fierce as Lisander.

If you want to get out of Siberia alive, you must have developed limbs, and you must not have a simple mind, and you must master a variety of skills, and the use of modern firearms is only the most basic one.

During his eight years in the Siberian training camp, Lisander slept with a gun almost every day, and he had no so-called brothers, because at that time, the gun was his "brother", and he had to shoot the heads of those who trained with him, so as to get the highest honor, because only in this way could he get out of the Siberian training camp alive.

Except for Lisander himself, no one knows that the boxing champion of the black boxing world in this world can also become an excellent gun king if he is put in the army.

Looking at Lisander's extremely powerful marksmanship, Lin Fan's eyes were not only entwined with lingering killing intent, but also with a strong battle intent, and his fists were clenched in an instant.

"Click", the bullet of the gun in Lisander's hand ran out, and an Italian gunman wanted to rush out to take advantage, who knew that Lisander rolled on the spot, picked up the pistol again, raised his hand and shot through the opponent's left eye, the scene was particularly infiltrating.

Seeing that Lisander was almost fighting with more than a dozen people on his side, George's face was pale, and at this time he really realized that the gap between himself and Lisander was not only the gap in cultivation, but also the gap in keeping pace with the times, because all his achievements were in close combat, and these were not even a fart in the face of modern firepower.

"Little bastard!"

In a fit of rage, George held a military spur in his hand and shouted loudly: "Warriors of the Black/Hand/Party, rush with me!" George's figure flickered, and he flashed out from behind the tree, with the wrong steps, holding the military thorn in his hand, and rushed towards Lisander in an S shape, because in his eyes, only by killing Lisander, could he wash away his shame today.

"Idiot!"

Seeing George rush out, the corners of Lisander's mouth rose slightly, revealing a touch of disdain and contempt, and his face was full of hideous and bloodthirsty smiles, his right hand was raised slightly, and the three bullets were in a zigzag shape, and almost simultaneously shot out of the chamber, aiming at George's eyebrows and left and right chests.

"Look at the move!" At the moment when the bullet was fired, George suddenly let out a broken cry from his mouth, and the military thorn in his right hand fiercely cut an arc in the air.

"Dang!" With a crisp sound, the oncoming bullet was actually blocked by George with a military stab, and it was even bounced out, flying towards Lisander at a very fast speed. At the same time, on the side of George's body, the two bullets that had been fired at his chest also flew by almost a millimeter to wipe his clothes.

With the development of modern society, bullets may not be able to penetrate special glass, let alone interrupt military stabs made of special metal materials.

This sudden change made Lisander pause for a moment, but then he didn't have time to think about it, his scalp was numb and he leaned back, and the bullet that bounced back flew past Lisander's brow, almost killing him.

"Hooray, hooray!" Seeing this terrifying scene, those black/hand/party Italians suddenly lifted their spirits, and their eyes showed extremely fanatical looks, and they all stripped off their clothes and rushed out.

If it weren't for the quick reaction, Lisander's report would have gone to hell to report, and his heart was also shocked at this time, it was not the first time he had seen someone who could block a bullet with a weapon, because his instructor in Siberia could do it back then.

At that time, Lisander was only fifteen years old, and he and his five training camp friends took five pistols, stood forty meters away, and shot at the instructor from different places, but to their surprise, in the end, not a single bullet hit his instructor at that time, but all five of them were knocked to the ground by their instructor.

However, judging from George's shot just now, Lisander knows that if this person's ability to play military assassination goes further, I'm afraid it will be not much worse than the instructors in Siberia back then, but even so, Lisander also knows that the other party has understood the true meaning of the use of cold weapons, and the rest only need to practice hard and accumulate experience, and one day he will become a peerless master, but unfortunately, before George was fledgling, he met him Lisander!

As soon as Lisander hesitated, the firepower of the blacks/hands/party men spread, and he could only hide behind a large tree and watch the members of the Yamaguchi-gumi around him continue to be shot and killed......

PS: Three chapters today, this is the first one!