Zhou Jian smiled and turned off the on-board power supply. "Is there a shooting range here? I'm going to test shoot. ”

"Yes, come with me." The shopkeeper stretched out his slightly fat hand and pressed down the barrel of the gun in front of him, and his eyes showed a complicated look, which seemed to be the nostalgia and emotion of a veteran soldier when he retired from the battlefield.

Zhou Jian looked at the shopkeeper's fat back, as well as the earthworm-like scar on his neck, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart for a while, when the shopkeeper was young, I am afraid that he only entered Amazon with his blood and strength, and fought all the way to the present, what kind of road should it be?

Those jungle hunters don't have ghost-slayer avatars like themselves, they are real fighters, born to die!

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The shooting range is just behind the storefront, and the shooting range behind the gun shop is completely different from what Zhou Jian imagined, he has the impression that the shooting range has neatly arranged shooting points and targets that can be moved in front of the shooter, and the shooting range here looks like a garbage recycling station.

There are piles of waste cars, waste electrical appliances and other messy things, close to the store side of the simple pergola, under the shed randomly placed a few plastic chairs, in front of the chair is a metal bracket, under the bracket is a pile of scattered piles of yellow, orange and orange bullet shells, a small cart parked at the door, on the shovel horizontally, obviously when the bullet casings pile up, the workers will use shovels and small carts to transport the shells away.

Obviously, this is a range for experimenting with the power of weapons, not for practicing shooting accuracy.

The shopkeeper snapped his fingers and said to the man, "Drive a car." ”

In this area, it is common to use scrap cars and waste electrical appliances as the target to test the power of guns, if it is a completely scrapped car test firing does not need money, if you want to shoot a car that can drive, you have to charge money.

The guy nodded and left, and soon got a pickup truck that was past its useful life, not only that, but the guy also put a waste TV and a waste refrigerator in the car.

The shopkeeper kicked over the metal bracket in front of him, pointed to the pickup truck, and said to Zhou Jian: "Shoot, let me see the violent and free Vulcan 999." ”

The so-called berserk freedom is to get rid of the bracket, like the heroes of the end times, with superhuman physical strength, and use the Vulcan 999 as a submachine gun.

When facing monsters, it is impossible for the heroes of the apocalypse to stand up to the god of fire, but to resist on their shoulders and shoot in the process of running, jumping, and flipping.

Think of the apocalyptic world, speeding between abandoned buildings, armed with heavy steel cannons, flying blood and tongues of fire, and there is no jungle hunter who doesn't get his blood boiling.

Anyone who loves guns knows that the Vulcan will lose his spirit when he sets it up, but because of the exaggerated weight and recoil comparable to that of a thruster, few people can really use the free and furious Vulcan, let alone those who use the Vulcan in conjunction with the gorgeous movements they do, such as Thomas maneuvers and the like.

The same Vulcan is a sword that kills gods and kills Buddhas in the hands of heroes in the last days, and in the hands of ordinary people, it is just a firepower point for fixed-point shooting.

Zhou Jian pulled the heavy bullet chain and stuck it on the gun, the bullet chain was about the same thickness as a cigarette case, and it weighed one or twenty pounds when he picked it up and wrapped it around his body.

Taking a deep breath, he lifted the Vulcan who had been loaded with bullets, an incomparably heavy feeling, containing an explosive force that tore everything, aimed at the car more than ten meters away, he slammed the trigger.

The dazzling tongue of fire spewed out, and at that moment, Rao is Zhou Jian had already prepared, and he was also shocked by the violent recoil and took a step back, the six barrels rotated violently, and the body of the gun jumped wildly like a wild horse.

Unable to press the barrel, the trajectory of the speeding bullet was gently picked upward, the TV on the roof of the car was directly shot away, the picture tube exploded in the air, and the fragments flew around, as for the refrigerator on the side, it was shot apart in the process of being thrown up, and the body was incomplete.

Zhou Jian took a step forward violently, pressed his arm hard, and finally stabilized the body of the gun.

The sudden sound was deafening, the bullets poured madly into the pickup truck, with a loud bang, the whole pickup truck exploded, flames erupted from the car, this situation only lasted for a moment, with another loud bang, the door was torn by bullets, flipped and flew out, and then the hood exploded, the whole car was shaking violently, the body of the car was torn apart, the chassis was seriously deformed, the four tires had long disappeared, only the bare wheels remained......

In 20 seconds, Zhou Jian finished firing a chain of bullets, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he sighed, what a Vulcan 999, use this gun to kill Amazon, I'm afraid the FBI will find this gun store the next day, but Zhou Jian doesn't care, just let them speculate with the photo of themselves after disguise.

Turning to look at the shopkeeper, the middle-aged fat man's body was already a little stiff, and he felt as if he was looking at a humanoid monster.

"You can sell it to me, right? I want two boxes of bullets, more powerful. Zhou Jian smiled, revealing his white teeth.

It wasn't until Zhou Jian opened his mouth to speak that the shopkeeper came back from the shock, and after looking at Zhou Jian with a complicated expression for a long time, he sighed and said, "360,000 US dollars, I don't charge you more, I just hope ...... This Vulcan will not be lonely in your hands any longer. ”

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The blue clear sky, the radiant sun, and under such a rare good weather, a white parachute slowly floated down like a dandelion.

Zhou Jian hung on the tree again, he drew his saber and cut the parachute rope, and jumped down from the tree.

This time, the ghost slayer incarnated into the Amazon forest, and Zhou Jian's deity continued to stay in Brasilia, in his opinion, Brasilia was safer than Norris City after all.

Zhou Jian glanced at the GPS locator, 200 miles away from the destination, not that he didn't want to go closer, the main plane route could not be changed, of course, he could also take a helicopter, but now that the American political axe had just lost the blood crystal, he immediately swaggered to the place where the blood crystal was found, it was too risky, so he still chose to take a small passenger plane, and when the FBI found the flight attendant of the plane to assist in investigating the situation, he may have returned to China.

Zhou Jian took off the large weapon bag on his back, and found a place to dump some rubbish containing some stones and other garbage, this weapon bag was just to hide people's eyes, because the FBI would find this plane sooner or later, if he didn't bring weapons when he got on the plane, but when he got to the black swamp and took out a Gatling, then it couldn't be said, he didn't want the FBI to speculate that he had the ability to store items.