There really are sharpshooters in this world.

But there are far fewer sharpshooters in this world than one might think. So terrible. There is basically no demon picture of two sharpshooters firing each other's shots and the bullets colliding with each other.

Jumping and shooting, flying and shooting, without even looking, can be a headshot. This type of scene usually only takes place in TV and movie productions.

In reality?

Lin Ze had met a real sharpshooter in Europe. The sharpshooter's index finger on his left and right hands had developed a thick layer of calluses from over-pulling the trigger. It is deeper than the calluses on the hands of migrant workers. You can't even cut it with a kitchen knife.

He told Lin Ze that the pistol was not used to kill the enemy, but to defend himself.

Why?

Because there are basically few sharpshooters in this world, and normal soldiers and mercenaries can't do a hundred shots with a pistol, or two or three shots can kill an enemy. Why not choose a more lethal weapon to attack or defend?

Pistol. In fact, it is a weapon mythologized by novels, movies, and comics. It's far less powerful than the fictional ones portray.

Jumping and shooting can kill someone?

Can you get a headshot with a body gliding through the air?

"Can you dig your nostrils if you try to stand and jump?" The sharpshooter, who was nearly forty years old and had been dealing with firearms for more than twenty years, sneered.

There are sharpshooters in this world, and there are the best sharpshooters who can shoot the head with one shot, and can explode three heads with three shots in a row. But these sharpshooters have a great talent and acumen for thermal weapons. To put it mildly, this kind of fierce man who may not be able to see the last one in his life is almost at war with firearms. Guns are their wives, their lovers, and even their only reason for being. At most, the average sharpshooter can reach the realm of having a feel for firearms. And the top sharpshooter who can shoot heads with guns and guns has achieved the so-called integration of man and gun. The gun has become a part of the sharpshooter's body. This is a realm that a master of playing with guns pursues for a lifetime and cannot reach.

A sharpshooter who can have this kind of realm can barely play the amazing scenes in the movie that jump up and shoot, fly up and shoot.

"There are no more than three people in all mankind who are capable of doing this. One of them is also a retired veteran who has participated in hundreds of battles in large and small countries. The middle-aged sharpshooter touched his revolver, which he had been using for more than ten years, and grinned. Standing motionless in front of me, I could shoot a shot in the head. But after dying and exploding five or six pieces, as soon as the mental power declines, it is not so accurate. If I move the target, I can explode up to three heads. And then the effect of the pistol in my hand is nothing more than being more oppressive than holding it in the hands of ordinary people. ”

Lin Ze's talent for guns can only be regarded as average, or human beings have a natural strangeness to thermal weapons made through precise measurements. It's hard enough to get rid of this strangeness, and it's even harder to be friends with thermal weapons. So whether it's the killer world, the bodyguard world, or the hiring world, the top powerhouses usually don't use guns. Either with cold weapons, or at all.

A strong man who uses cold weapons to the extreme, even in the face of an ordinary master with a firearm in his hand, can easily kill the opponent.

That's why Lin Ze rarely uses a gun.

But he brought a gun with him today, and as soon as Sato vacated his katana, he drew his gun and shot it.

However, he didn't shoot Sato, but George, who had already pulled out his gun and aimed it at him.

Bang!

Bang!

Positioning and shooting, the distance is so close, the two still can't play the amazing drama of bullets colliding. Instead, each shot at the other's pistol.

Smack.

Both guns were smashed by the other.

Sou!

In the blink of an eye, Sato had already grasped the knife in both hands and stabbed at Lin Ze's heart.

"Hey!"

Lin Ze didn't think about it, and slid backwards and retreated.

Sato was inexhaustible, still biting Lin Ze.

After a ten-second stalemate, Lin Zefu avoided the kill circle created by Sato. George also joined the fierce battle, once again forcing Lin Ze to retreat again and again.

"Grass, you uncle!"

Lin Ze, who retreated again and again, took a long breath and bent down slightly, like a wounded wolf, staring at the two top powerhouses standing opposite. Inexplicably, he asked, "Hei Ye was caught between the three of you and also supported him for five minutes?" ”

"Yes!"

Sato spit out a word, didn't give Lin Ze too much chance to pause, and stabbed again.

The katana was like a cobra spitting snake letters, viciously and trickily bitten at Lin Ze's lightning. One bite is enough to kill.

Lin Ze's handleless knife had already shot out when he saved Tang Feng just now, and he was defenseless at the moment, facing a top powerhouse like Sato who had a spicy knife technique that was perverted. The only thing I could do was to keep dodging, and with George attacking from the side, Lin Ze couldn't find the slightest chance to fight back.

Three minutes later, Lin Ze was already sweating profusely, and his right arm was cut because he was a little slow to dodge. Fortunately, George was not in the habit of using thermal weapons. But even so, his superb fighting skills also made Lin Ze suffer a lot and retreated.

Tang Feng was right, if he treated these three people unprepared, he would definitely die.

And even if Lin Ze came prepared, even Tang Feng helped him get rid of one of them. Destroying the pistol of George, a well-known sharpshooter in the palace, he still didn't have much chance of winning.

Encountering such a top-level powerhouse is already a headache.

At this moment, he was subjected to the rapid attacks of the two, even if it was a fierce man like Lin Ze, who had been through a hundred battles and was experienced enough to write a textbook, and his on-the-spot reaction was as strong as a rabbit, there was still a dangerous situation from time to time.

Bang!

Lin Ze flipped back in a volley, and he was able to avoid the stabbing katana, but he was hit in the waist by George, who was waiting for the opportunity.

"Whew-"

Lin Ze exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, trying to keep his emotions calm. Clearly dodged the opponent's deadly attacks.

As the saying goes, one inch is long and one inch is strong. Lin Ze is defenseless at the moment, not even an inch, it's just weak!

Facing Sato's perverted offensive was already a headache, and he had to deal with George's insidious attack full of hypocrisy and conspiracy, which made him even more helpless and caught off guard.

Bite!

When Sato stabbed him, Lin Ze hastily picked up an iron rod from an abandoned desk. Blocked the sharp sword.

One knife was blocked, and Sato made another one.

Sonor!

Lin Ze, who was holding the iron rod, was unable to grasp the weight of the iron rod, and when he blocked the second knife, his arm was numb.

"Grass!"

Lin Ze's iron rod, whose patience was sharpened, was raised, and he wrapped himself around Sato who was stabbing at him like a madman.

Sonorous!

Ding!

Lin Ze, who had suffered two knife wounds, finally closed the distance, eliminated the sharpness and dexterity of the Sato katana, and fought fiercely in close quarters.

Compared with the sharp and cunning of the katana, the rotten iron rod in Lin Ze's hand was majestic and domineering. After a few hard bumps, it actually made Sato show some signs of retreating.

But as soon as Lin Zefu's advantage was highlighted, George came from the side with a ghostly attack. not only slowed down Lin Ze's actions, but also won Sato a chance to withdraw.

"Slut!"

Lin Ze turned around in anger and pumped a stick, and slapped George's back who was harassing Lin Ze and fighting for space for Sato.

The force of this blow was so powerful that it directly pumped George out. But at this moment, Sato, who retreated and advanced, stabbed again with a knife, and Lin Ze, who was caught off guard, could not avoid it, and he could raise an iron rod. Trying to fend off a stab with unparalleled strength.

Zizi - the tip of the knife pierced into the iron rod, and under the intensification of the unparalleled force, the katana that sharpened the iron like clay actually pierced the iron rod through.

Flutter - the tip of the knife penetrated the iron rod and stabbed into Lin Ze's chest domineeringly.

"Hmm-"

Lin Ze frowned, but he didn't retreat, but turned his wrist and turned the iron rod to jam the incomparably sharp katana.

"Huh?"

Sato's body was slightly tilted, and he couldn't understand why Lin Ze didn't let go, but restrained himself from the pain of the tip of the knife slightly stirring in his chest-"Do you want me to let go?" A grim sneer overflowed from the corner of Sato's mouth, and he didn't even glance at George, who was pumped and vomited by Lin Ze in order to buy him time.

"Nope." Lin Ze's face was hideous, and he said coldly. "I hope you don't let go!"

Bang!

Lift your legs.

Kick directly into Sato's lower abdomen.

As soon as Furu Sato, who was only 1.7 meters tall, was frustrated, he violently drew his katana and tried to pull it out of the jammed iron bar.

It's a pity that Lin Ze's arm holding the iron rod was like an iron tong, not only did not let go of it because of his pulling, but clenched it tighter!

Bang!

Lin Ze twisted his face and kicked again, smashing Sato's chest.

"Piercing the heart?" Lin Ze pouted with a hint of sneer. "What you inflicted on Tang Feng, I want to make up for it with one foot."

Bang!

The third kick is pounded.

Sato flipped in the air, barely avoiding Lin Ze's lethal springing legs.

But. Sato can dodge, and Lin Ze can also kick. Coupled with the strength of his legs, Sato is really not his opponent. After several encounters, although Lin Ze's chest was still bleeding, he still clutched the iron rod and jammed Sato's blade. Don't give him the slightest chance to break free.

Sato was furious.

No knives. He's still a first-class master. is still a strong man who can defeat Tang Feng.

But he was not sure that if he lost the knife, he would still be able to win against Lin Ze.

This formidable opponent can even dodge his own and George's flanks. Loosen the knife, how sure is it?

"Not loose?" Lin Ze sneered at the corner of his mouth and exclaimed. "You're so heroic."

Sou!

Another kick out, Sato also raised his left foot to block, but as soon as he touched Lin Ze's right leg, which was as hard as iron, he retracted.

"Yaga!"

Enraged, Sato kicked his feet, his body like a mad beast, and his arms clutched the hilt of the knife and stabbed forward.

Squeak - the hard blade of the blade cuts through the iron rod alive, rubbing it into a fierce fire. Lin Ze is also like Sato, even if the blade continues to penetrate deep into his chest. He still wouldn't let go. On the contrary, the corners of his mouth turned up, and his eyes contained murderous aura, as if he was going to burn with this perverted killer jade.

As the blade deepened, the blood in Lin Ze's chest flowed out. It's like a faucet that can't be turned off.

"Die!" Sato, who had carried Lin Ze's kick again, roared and stabbed hard, although there was an iron rod to block, the blade was constantly penetrating into Lin Ze's chest. Judging by the level of bleeding, it is clear that the internal organs have been injured.

After the two of them were in such a state for a full minute, Lin Ze also planned to wait for the blade to enter a few inches further and kill the crazy Sato with one blow. Suddenly, a ghostly voice sounded in my ears. Ethereal nothingness, as if hallucinating.

"Ugh..."

A light sigh that seemed to come from a ghost underworld, and the two people who didn't wait for the sound to react. A few bright lights in the deserted lobby suddenly exploded.

In the lobby, you can't see your fingers.

Whew!

A cold wind blew in the face, blowing people into a cold war.

I don't know if it was due to excessive blood loss and hallucinations or what, a blood-red phantom appeared in front of Lin Ze's eyes, and the shadow came with the wind. In the blink of an eye, he left with a terrible scream.

Bang dang!

The oppression of the blade on his chest instantly dissipated with this scream.

"Who?"

Lin Ze frowned and shouted in a deep voice.

No one answered. Lin Ze pulled out the blade that pierced his chest, and quickly took out his mobile phone to adjust the luminosity to the strongest.

The sight in front of him made his scalp tingle.

Sato died.

The death was miserable.

A thin-pulled dagger stabbed him in the heart. In addition, as if fearing that he would make a death struggle, another dagger of the same ordinary shape plunged into his throat.

Who killed him?

Who saved himself?

Lin Ze's mind echoed with Fang Cai's ghost-like sigh, and the blood-red phantom that glimpsed in a blur - if you were an ordinary person, I am afraid you would think that you would hit a ghost.

But the atheist Lin Ze knew that it was not a ghost, but a terrifying master whose body speed was not below that of the silver girl.

So who will be the one who saves himself from the danger?

Why do you want to show up? And you want to show up after breaking the lights?

Lin Ze frowned and fell into deep thought.

"Hey, I said comrade-in-arms, even if you can hold on, can you think about my mood a little?" Tang Feng cursed angrily from the tool room. "Grass your uncle, you are a blood cow when Lao Tzu is a blood cow, and you won't die if you bleed, right?"

~~ Ask for flowers!