"Drink!"

Yu Xianbei shouted, raised his bone blade high, and was about to stab Lin Fei.

Lin Fei held the half-cut short sword in both hands, and was about to step forward to parry, but when he saw the corner of Yu Xianbei's mouth, he showed a strange smile.

"Die!"

Yu Xianbei suddenly took out a silver glittering pistol from his back.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Relying on his feelings, he didn't look at it, and fired three shots directly at Lin Fei's position.

The fire light that erupted from the muzzle of the gun reflected the hideous smile on Yu Xianbei's face, and in his opinion, Lin Fei was already certain to die.

Lin Fei's body trembled, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Damn it!"

"Wasted three of my bullets!"

Yu Xianbei sat on the ground, scolding in his mouth.

In his hand, he held a handful of bright silver ****.

In this case, bullets are scarce, and 11.43mm caliber pistol bullets are even rarer, and the transaction value in the military region is expensive, and the price in the black market is even more expensive, and he only has a total of six such bullets in his hand, which are used as hole cards for self-protection.

After a series of battles, Yu Xianbei's consumption was also very large, he sat on the ground for a few minutes, stood up, held a pistol in his hand, and approached Lin Fei vigilantly, wanting to finally determine whether Lin Fei was dead or not.

"Let you cow!"

"Dare to burn me!"

"It's not dead yet!"

Yu Xianbei walked over and was about to kick Lin Fei to vent his anger, but at this moment, a change protruded:

Lin Fei rolled on a lazy donkey, rolled directly on the ground a few times, and went around to Yu Xianbei's back, and then, with one hand, quickly pulled out the captured *** from under his clothes.

Since he was holding a broken sword in one hand, Lin Fei directly bent one leg back and lifted it, stuck the sleeve on the heel of his shoe, pulled it suddenly, loaded it with one hand, and put the muzzle of the gun on the back of Yu Xianbei's head.

"Don't move!"

"Otherwise, I'll blow your head off!"

Lin Fei said coldly, and then, it didn't mean that Xianbei answered, and quickly and ruthlessly slashed directly at Yu Xianbei's hand holding the gun.

"Bang!"

Yu Xianbei was in pain, and the pistol fell to the ground.

"Xiaomu!"

"Come out quickly!"

For such a dangerous person, Lin Fei didn't dare to be careless, and quickly released Xiao Mu and trapped Yu Xianbei.

"I said that my surname is Lin, I am also a dignified second-level mid-stage master, and you actually use me as a rope maker?"

Xiao Mu stretched out the vine, Yu Xianbei tied it firmly, and then, he began to play with dissatisfaction.

"Okay, if you talk so much nonsense, he'll be your end!"

Lin Fei knew that Mu Shuteng was afraid of fire, so he deliberately pointed at Yu Xianbei to scare it.

Looking at Yu Xianbei, who was burned black, it quickly shut its mouth.

Confirming that Yu Xianbei was no longer able to escape, Lin Fei picked up the pistol on the ground.

"Oh?"

“****？”

Rao is Lin Fei didn't know much about firearms, but he also recognized this famous pistol at a glance:

, known for its great power and recoil, in the early days, a hunting pistol. The prototype was completed in 1981 and became a frenzied object of craze among collectors and firearms enthusiasts.

A feeling of palpitations came,