As soon as Qin Lang started shooting, Machete and his men became depressed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The biggest advantage of an M4 carbine over an old-fashioned under-lever repeating rifle is that it can fire 30 rounds in one go, without any stagnation in between, and theoretically it won't take more than 2.6 seconds - but Qin Lang is a veteran, and he won't pull the trigger to the end like a rookie, but controls the rhythm precisely, methodically suppressing Machete's men with three bursts.

And he also had an ACOG sight mounted on his carbine.

So, while in O'Connor's opinion, his way of shooting didn't add much firepower, let alone an advantage to zhan, he was a mortal threat to Machete's men.

His second shot hit one of the bandits. Three 5.56 mm M193 bullets with carefully polished tips burrowed into the creature's body, and then immediately began to roll, shatter, and eventually shatter into tiny shrapnel, while also stirring the musculature beneath the wound into pieces...... Before they could even scream or wail, the bandits had already gone to God.

Then he shot another bandit in the arm. The intense pain caused the brawny man with an unusually fierce ugly face to let out a creepy scream, like an actress in a horror movie. Qin Lang had to use another point shot to calm him down.

Then he retreated into the shadows behind the corner.

Machete was enraged by the casualties he had inflicted. "Kill that bastard in the corner first." He called. Sean. O'Connor was tricky, but nothing compared to his helper.

Hearing his call, most of the bandits aimed their guns at Qin Lang's location, and then began to fire fiercely. Bullets were cratering the walls, and shards of brick and wood were flying everywhere, making the scene look incredibly hot.

But none of the bullets could hit Qin Lang. Although the armies of the European powers had begun to use the new smokeless yao, almost all the bullets sold on the American market in 1893 still used black fire yaoyao as a propellant, and the shape of these bullets was not good enough, so they all lacked penetrating power, and could not penetrate walls and hit the targets that the bandits hoped to hit.

It was impossible to even suppress him.

In between their shots, Qin Lang would always seize the opportunity to lean out half of his body from behind the corner of the wall, shoot a three-point shot at some unlucky guy, and then retract like lightning. Although he can't hit his target every time, he can always scare his target half to death.

O'Connor, on the other hand, guarded his flanks closely. As soon as a bandit tries to go around the side to a position that can directly hit Qin Lang, he will be exposed to O'Connor's fire, and then quickly join the accomplices lying on the ground and not moving.

The bad situation made the Machete change more and more angry. Within a few minutes, five of his men had died, and two had lost their combat effectiveness, while the opponent had not even scratched his skin. At no time in the past had he ever encountered such an unfortunate thing, and if it continued like this, his reputation would be ruined.

The strategy must be changed.

He had captured one of his men. "Macedo, take a few people around the back."

"Back?" The bandit named Macedo looked surprised, "Machete, this jewelry store doesn't have a back door at all. ”

"I know!" Machete roared. It's all James. It was McBride's fault that the old liar didn't even build a back door to his house, which looked like he had been in for many years - of course, thank God, he couldn't have foreseen that he would suddenly be pierced by a machete.

And the lack of a back door is not a problem because there are also windows on the second floor. "You climb up to the second floor from behind, and then attack down from above."

That's a good idea, Macedo thought. Climb to the second floor and go through the window to enter, so that you don't have to go head-to-head with the two monsters in the jewelry store, and the final credit is your own...... At least the maximum ...... No, the second biggest credit is also their own.

"Okay, Machete." He replied cheerfully, and then left with the five men.

There were six fewer bandits at once, and the weakening of the frontal firepower immediately attracted the attention of Qin Lang and O'Connor. "What do you think they're doing? Copy our back path? O'Connor asked.

Qin Lang shrugged. "I don't know. All I know is that all bad ideas have one thing in common: they all look like a good idea until people find out they're actually bad ideas. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. How many rounds do you have in your rifle, Sean? ”

"One shot." O'Connor kept counting the number of bullets.

"The guys out there should be pretty much the same." Qin Lang began to change the magazine. Although he still had eleven rounds in the magazine, he replaced them with new ones. He then tossed an M1911 pistol to O'Connor. "Take this. Wait for my signal and rush out together. ”

"Qin, are you crazy?" Rush out? There are still ten people on the other side, or eleven, what is the difference between rushing out and sending them to death?

Qin Lang blinked. "I've always been crazy, Sean, but I'm not an idiot."

"I believe that." O'Connor nodded, but then shook his head in confusion. Rush out? He still didn't understand why he was taking such risks.

However, Qin Lang was just waiting for Machete and his men to run out of bullets in the magazine. Whether it's an underlever-fired repeating rifle or a revolver, the reload time can be long, and the gunner has to stuff bullets into the magazine one after the other, a process that is enough for them to die several times...... At the very least, under the fire of a carbine and a semi-automatic pistol, Machete and his men would have died.

Of course, it's also a gamble. If he miscalculated the number of remaining bullets, or if the bandits were carrying a second gun, the only hope was that they would be able to return to their original positions in time.

It's worth a try, though......

The bandits fired another volley of bullets, and then everything fell silent, save for a slight sound that could only occur when reloading. This is the opportunity that Qin Lang wants. "It's now!"

He and O'Connor jumped out of hiding at the same time, shooting as they shot and rushed out of the jewelry store. A bandit who was half-kneeling on the ground with his head down and loading his rifle with a bullet first came into Qin Lang's line of sight, but before he could see this guy's appearance clearly, the bullet had already sent him to God. Then, he shifted the muzzle of the gun a little and killed the second guy he saw.

Then a third bandit came into his sight. This guy had already raised his head and was looking at Qin Lang with panicked eyes—and then he didn't feel panicked anymore. The bullet burrowed through his forehead, blasting a large hole in the back of his head and splattering the contents everywhere, as well as on the faces and bodies of his accomplices next to him.

As a result, the bandit, who was splashed all over his body with a mixture of red and white that had been blown up in his accomplice's head, immediately collapsed. Although he had killed many people, such a scene was still beyond what he could bear. The guy let out a devilish scream, then dropped his weapon and turned to run...... But immediately a bullet ripped through an artery in his neck.

Qin Lang didn't give the bandit a second glance, his gaze and muzzle quickly turned to the next target—but he was already screaming and dropping his weapon and running away; And he wasn't the only one, all the bandits who were still alive joined the ranks of the escapees. While it is shameful to know that this is done, no one wants to fight a terrible gunman with a rifle without bullets, and that is no different from suicide.

Only Machete remained in place, holding a machete in his hand, looking at Qin Lang and O'Connor with a cold gaze like a poisonous snake.

And Qin Lang and O'Connor were also watching him.

Then a smile appeared on Qin Lang's face. "Mr. Machete, do you have any last words to confess? Like a dying confession or something. ”

"I'm going to duel you." Machete pointed a knife at him, issuing a challenge.