As the saying goes: clay figurines have three points of fire!

Xing Xiaolong originally thought that this group of PMCs with great backgrounds were proud, but after all, they really had the ability in their hands, although they were doing things with money, but the ultimate goal was to help him save people.

Therefore, even if he was targeted by various kinds from the beginning, Xing Xiaolong also insisted on taking a step back and opening up the sky.

Give this group of PMCs enough respect and courtesy.

But now, Xing Xiaolong's blind tolerance does not gain the corresponding respect, but is regarded as a signal of cowardice and bullying.

Whether it's a god or a ghost, if there's anything to do, they will come up and step on it.

Can this be endured?

Of course not, they have to be colored.

This is not only a matter of face, but also in order to be able to participate in the rescue operation smoothly after joining the rescue team, you can get the basic respect of this **MC, and you can be regarded as a teammate who can be relied on.

And not a little sheep that anyone can bully.

Xing Xiaolong couldn't hold back anymore, and was ready to make an example of the monkeys and establish his "status".

The bald black PMC on the other side didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the problem, but instead regarded the anger in Xing Xiaolong's eyes as the little sheep's powerless struggle.

The desire to pretend to be forced in my heart has become even higher.

“NO！ NO！ NO！ ”

The bald black man clasped Xing Xiaolong's wrist with his right hand, stretched out his left index finger and swung it from side to side, and said in a loud voice: "It's enough for us to have this operation, you just need to stay behind and watch quietly, be our mascot, and don't need to use any weapons, understand?" ”

There are so many extra weapons on the table, Xing Xiaolong can let him take the gun if he wants to, but this bald black man has a lot of trouble.

This is clearly to find trouble and make fun of Xing Xiaolong.

Obviously, this kind of thing has no borders, let alone any racial distinction, and has penetrated deep into the genetic chromosomes of human beings, as long as it is an individual, he likes to pretend.

The other PMCs were attracted by the movement here, knowing that the bald black man was deliberately causing trouble, but no one came out to stop it.

It seems that it is already a habit to joke about people who are weaker than them.

Even the black fox who had stood up to stop the captain Tiger, who was considered by Xing Xiaolong to be a good communicator, was actually a super smiling tiger, did not stand up again this time.

His hands were clasped under the tower, and the corners of his full and sexy mouth raised in an eerie and unpredictable amplitude.

Seems to be waiting to see a good show!

But just when everyone thought that Xing Xiaolong was going to suffer a loss, he would be humiliated by the bald black, and finally made a fuss without a trace of temper.

Something happened suddenly......

Swish~

Suddenly, a large-caliber revolver appeared, with a large perverted muzzle as thick as a thumb, and it was coldly pressed against the forehead of the bald black man.

And the person holding this revolver was Xing Xiaolong's left hand that was not caught.

“What？ What happened? ”

The entire room was silent in an instant, and everyone except Xing Xiaolong looked like they had seen a ghost.

The eyes are all staring into bull's eyes!

No one saw how this pistol appeared, and no one knew where Xing Xiaolong took it out, and the bald black man in question was even more confused, completely unaware of why he had an extra gun on his head.

This gun appeared too suddenly.

"Click! Click......"

After a brief moment of shock and sluggishness, the group of well-trained PMCs reacted quickly, followed by a messy sound of guns being loaded.

Six professional PMCs, 3 pistols, 2 assault rifles, and 1 submachine gun, were aimed at Xing Xiaolong at the same time.

And Xing Xiaolong was holding a large-caliber revolver, pressed it on the head of the bald black man, and his eyes didn't look elsewhere, he stared at the bald black man in front of him, and used his eyes to send a signal-

Don't push me, I'm really going to shoot!

7 guns, 8 people confronted each other, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became extremely tense, and even breathing seemed to stop.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Guys, guys, you put your guns down first, don't make the atmosphere tense, I have no doubt that this thing on the door of my head could easily beat my head into a rotten watermelon. ”

The bald black PMC raised his hands in the air, indicating that he had no intention of attacking, and tried to dissuade his teammates in a relaxed tone to prevent the situation from escalating again.

Then, with a smile on his face, he explained to Xing Xiaolong: "Friend, I'm just joking, we black people like to be humorous the most, if you misunderstand, I am here to apologize to you." ”

There's no way, it's impossible to pretend to be forced, the gun is on the forehead, no matter how awesome it is, you have to bow your head.

The bald black man can clearly feel that the guy in front of him, who they think is a little sheep, is obviously not as "waste" as he seems.

There is something "weird" hidden in him!

In order to ensure his own life, he wisely chose to dissuade his PMC companions first, and then apologize to Xing Xiaolong for forgiveness.

This can avoid the escalation of the situation, and it is handled in a very professional way.

Although the bald black man still hasn't figured out how Xing Xiaolong suddenly took out this pistol, with his professional knowledge, he knows very well that this large-caliber revolver can easily blow his head out with one shot.

As soon as R8 sounded, Mom and Dad raised it in vain.

It's not what the game says it's playing, it's just that scary in reality.

If only the bald black PMC knew, this revolver had a range of 8000 meters and could penetrate the armor of the vast majority of main battle tanks.

I'm afraid that the state will be even worse at this time, and if I don't urinate, I will be scared.

"Look at whether you are still fucking pretending to be forced, you are in a hurry, Lao Tzu shot you black-headed rotten watermelon, do you really think I am so easy to bully? Ah~"

Xing Xiaolong didn't care whether the bald head could understand it or not, the muzzle of the gun smacked him on the head a few times, and the sweat on the forehead of the bald black man was so frightened that the sweat on the forehead of the bald black man appeared.

I'm afraid that Xing Xiaolong didn't hold the fire!

Seeing the frightened state of the black man, Xing Xiaolong was very satisfied with the effect of killing chickens and monkeys this time, and did not continue to entangle.

It's a smart choice, and it's just right in time.

One hand continued to hold the gun, and the other hand took out his mobile phone to open the translation of the input method, and asked with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Now, can I use these things?" ”

"Of course, of course, feel free."

The bald black man squeezed out the cutest smile and nodded in agreement.

But then Xing Xiaolong's wrist quickly turned, and the revolver in his hand suddenly disappeared out of thin air, making the bald black man who had just calmed down a little widen his eyes in shock.