Thick black smoke rose from the downstairs, and through the smoke screen, He Zifeng gradually revealed his body, he looked at the mutilated severed limb under his feet, then kicked it away, and then turned around and walked forward. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was still a long way to go from the big world, and he looked back at the car not far away and snorted coldly.

He Zifeng stood stunned, then turned his head and looked at a taller building in the distance, and a cold smile suddenly hung on the corner of his mouth.

"Did he find me?"

The gunman hiding in the building was shocked, this place was nearly a thousand meters away from He Zifeng's position, which was already beyond his effective range, and he could not guarantee that a shot would hit the nimble He Zifeng.

The piercing sound of brakes came, He Zifeng turned around, but saw a car stopped beside him, Ma Wangye jumped out of the car with Mauser in his arms, and after looking around the surrounding situation, he said to He Zifeng: "Master, are you okay?" ”

"Guns!"

Ma Wangye looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, stunned, and then handed Mao out of the way, He Zifeng didn't say much, he skillfully picked up the gun, and pointed directly at the window where the gunman was ambushed thousands of kilometers away, and then raised his arm three times, as if he was adjusting the scale.

Just like that, it was only a breath at most, but the gun in He Zifeng's hand rang out.

The gunman who was ambushed in the tall building showed a sneer, as far as his position was concerned, a thousand meters, how could he be hit, he didn't think that He Zifeng could be so godly, not to mention that judging from the direction of the other party's gun shooting, it was obviously a little biased, in this case, it was impossible to hit himself, so he still squatted at the window and looked at He Zifeng with a mocking gaze.

The gunman held the gun, and he didn't care that He Zifeng found himself, because once he entered the firing range, he would be able to hit the opponent at the first time, but at this time, a sharp whistling sound came from above, it was the whistling sound of the bullet rubbing against the air, very light, but extremely sharp.

The gunman looked up, but he saw nothing, only a sharp pain in his forehead, and then the light in front of him gradually turned to darkness, and he could not know how he was shot until he died.

Ma Wangye's eyes were full of horror, he clearly saw the head of the rice-sized person in the distance falling backwards, and before he could react, He Zifeng threw Mauser directly to him, and then vigorously ripped off the vest on his body.

Ma Wangye looked at He Zifeng in front of him, he felt that it was not He Zifeng who was always kind before, at this moment he was like an upright spider, opening his teeth and dancing his claws, no! Not a spider, but a real tarantula!

The special holster was on his back, and the guns that were diagonally inserted on both sides were like spider claws, and He Zifeng held the two Brownings and walked forward slowly.

"Master! What are you doing? You can't do that, it's too dangerous. ”

Ma Wangye screamed a little crazy, he didn't need to look at He Zifeng's face, the murderous aura that came to his face already made him feel suffocated.

"Is this the real He Ye?"

Yes, this is the real He Zifeng, his footsteps gradually accelerated, Ma Wangye chased after him, he saw He Zifeng turn towards the street, and just when his figure disappeared from his sight, the gunshots rang out.

The gunfire was very rapid, accompanied by screams, and as soon as Ma Wang Ye turned the corner, a bullet hit the wall beside him, and the splashed stone chips covered his face.

There were already four or five corpses lying on the ground, He Zifeng's footsteps did not stop, he just walked forward, not slowly, occasionally there were a few slight avoidances, behind the arcade pillars on both sides, there were a lot of gunmen, it can be seen that Fu Xiao'an made up his mind this time, and he must give He Zifeng to death.

Ma Wangye lowered his body, he wanted to raise his gun to cover He Zifeng, but as soon as he aimed at one, the other party fell directly back, not because Ma Wangye's marksmanship was not good, but because He Zifeng was too efficient.

Each of the targets shot was shot at least twice, and one of them was bound to hit the vital position, and in this moment, two more people were killed.

He Zifeng's eyes were blood-red, his wrist shook violently, the magazine came out, and then he knocked on his waist, and there were two empty magazines in the magazine bag used as a belt.

Ma Wangye stood behind and watched blankly, he found that the reason why He Zifeng's firepower was so fierce was entirely because of the equipment he personally designed.

The equipment was very effective at reducing his reload time, and because of this, his firepower almost never stopped.

Imagine that when a person finishes firing a bullet and spends more than ten seconds figuring out a new magazine and loading it to shoot, the gap time between them is enough to make his opponent change positions several times.

And He Zifeng will not take the time to change positions, his reloading time is only a short three seconds, in the time when the opponent's reloading is not completed, even if he walks, he can walk in front of the other party and complete the shooting.

His movements are simple and effective, almost maximizing his efficiency, which is why he can hold down a street of people by himself.

The whole street can only be described as chickens flying and dogs jumping, and the two Brownings in He Zifeng's hands almost exerted the characteristics of flower traps, and at the same time, during his refilling, occasionally a few black things would be thrown out of him.

The gunfire was mixed with the sound of explosions, and with just this effort, He Zifeng had already flowed through half of the street, leaving behind corpses and wounded people who were screaming and wailing without combat effectiveness.

Here, there is no need for Ma Wangye, he put away his gun and silently followed behind He Zifeng, the sound of the gun gradually became thinner, He Zifeng's footsteps were still firm, he stood still, and then took a step forward and stood at the interface.

The Browning in his hand was emitting a faint green smoke, and the barrel of the gun was slightly red.

Ma Wangye stopped, he just looked at He Zifeng not far away, as if he was looking at an insurmountable mountain, the afternoon sun was a little dazzling, Ma Wangye couldn't see He Zifeng's face clearly, but he could imagine that He Zifeng at this moment was resolute and cold-blooded.

Looking at the gunman lying on the ground lightly, He Zifeng threw away the gun in his hand, and his lips squirmed.

"Go and tell your master that after today, I, He Zifeng, will definitely take someone else's head!"

On the empty street, the bloody words actually made the screams that came and went a little weaker, Ma Wangye swallowed his saliva, and he just watched He Zifeng turn around and move forward.

In the distance, the building that covered the sunlight stood out after the smoke cleared, He Zifeng's eyes narrowed slightly, his steps were very calm, and there was no intention of stopping.

The big world is right around the corner!