Chapter 552: Stupid Game

Sean's hand holding the gun did not pull out the box, but the bottom of the box was raised at a forty-degree angle, and you don't need to look to know that the muzzle of the gun is still aimed at the fake Shaq. Willing.

"Are you sure there are no bullets in the gun? Dear Siberian Star, Sean's voice was calm, looking at the familiar stranger across from him with a smile, in fact, his heart was not as calm as it seemed, this guy killed his best friend.

Fake Shaq didn't care about Sean's attitude at all, he put his hand in his pocket and took out a handful, slowly pulled it out and unfolded, and the golden bullets fell down the midline of his palm, clanging and hitting the metal plate under his feet.

"Shoot, avenge your good friend Shaq, do you know what I did when I killed him? Tie him with a rope, then nail his tongue to a hard oak board, and gouge out his eyes......"

Sean's shoulders trembled, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand was raised two inches again, but it didn't leave the case, as if the pistol couldn't go off without a leather case.

"Poor Shaq, still alive at the moment when my heart was pulled out of my back...... "Phew! A bullet stifled the fake Shaq's narration of the killing, and a toothed hole appeared in his brow, symmetrical to the small hole in the lid of the suitcase.

The gun has bullets, no, it should be said that there is a bullet in the corner of the box, just one, enough to kill, Sean can load the bullet into the clip with one hand, but it will take a little time.

The members of the Siberian Star are said to possess superhuman abilities, but this fake Shaq excels at an ability that cannot be used in combat, disguised and deformed, and the pistol he hid at his waist was shot in the head before he could even pull it out.

The guy in charge of piloting the helicopter turned around violently when he heard the movement behind him, only to see Sean bending down to pick up two bullets from the bilge, and pressed them into the magazine with a backhand, "Stupid bastard!" The driver scolded angrily, quickly pressed a red button on the console, turned around and pounced, his two arms were strangely stretched out by two feet, and his palms had turned into brown bear paws, beast gene warriors!

A superpowered and a bestial genetic warrior, the Siberian Star is determined to win the Celestial Triangle, playing a postmodern game of praying mantis catching cicadas. As a member of the Chinese martial arts, Sean is naturally not a mediocre hand, he has a well-known name, the sharpshooter Sean, with a gun in hand, why be afraid.

Sean calmly pushed the magazine in and pulled the trigger on the oncoming man-bear, wow! A bullet drilled into the opponent's chest, the man and bear howled in pain, and the forward action suddenly slowed down, at this moment his body was not completely beastly, and the pain of the bullet into the flesh was unbearable.

In this fleeting moment, Sean stretched his arm forward, put the muzzle of the gun into the ear hole of the human bear, and the corner of his mouth raised a cold arc, the best way to deal with the bear was to stick the gun into its ear and shoot.

Bang! Burst! A gunshot and a turbid sound of a water bag being pierced came at the same time, and Sean stuck out his tongue and licked a little sticky white pulp splashed on the side of his mouth, and smiled with satisfaction.

The half-transformed human-bear bleed on him, no matter what beast brains are the softest, bullets piercing into it must kill him, but the cabin is indeed too narrow, so that Sean has no room to dodge the moment the human-bear pounces, and a bear claw also penetrates his abdomen at the same time as the shot.