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At a distance of twenty-two meters, John suddenly raised his pistol,

This is the maximum killing distance of the Colt M1851 Navy, the straight barrel and the blue light in the eyes appear in the same straight line.

Gunshots rang out.

Andrew instinctively lowered his head and covered his head and heart with his hands,

Burst!

A little blood splashed, and the area below the joint of Andrew's right arm instantly lost his intuition.

A sharp pain came from his arm, and Andrew's cheeks twitched unnaturally, and he didn't choose to stop to treat the wound, and continued to rush forward.

The distance between the two was only more than twenty meters, and he was sure that as long as he could get close, this damn bastard would not be his opponent no matter what ability he had.

John turned around and continued to run backwards, and when the distance between the two was only fifteen meters, he turned around again and fired,

The spiral warhead followed a straight line in the field of view to the designated position.

Burst!

The bullet passed through the muscle layer, and the sharp pain caused by the friction of the bone could not help but make Andrew let out a muffled roar, he gritted his teeth, glanced at the bloody hole at the joint of his left arm, and continued to rush forward, stepping on the ground with both feet to bring out palm-deep holes.

As the distance between the two approached rapidly, Gretel clenched her fists, her eyes showing nervousness and anticipation, and she wondered what kind of surprise this legendary "two-faced man" would bring.

The cold killing intent had come to him like the autumn frost in October unconsciously, and the distance between the two was only eight meters.

At this moment, John, who was running, suddenly stopped, turned around, and quietly looked at the old man a few meters away, his amber eyes flashing like jewels, and they were so beautiful.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out, and 0.02 seconds later, Andrew fell to the ground.

Bright red blood flowed from the joints of the thighs and merged into a stream among the flowers and plants.

"Damn bastard!"

Andrew was furious, his pupils were dilated, and a tyrannical aura burst out of his body, silver-white hair turned out of his skin, and his bones crackled, and he was about to transform and kill the bastard.

The agreement was broken, and John was not surprised.

Before dying, if you don't burst out with the last strength, how can you deserve to walk in this world.

John lifted his revolver, aimed at Andrew, who was changing, and whispered,

"Although your eyes are beautiful, alas, they do not belong to me."

Bang! Bang!

Two gunshots rang out, and the amber pupils vanished, and two deep blood holes took their place.

The arm moved down, and the muzzle of the revolver was pointed between the wolf's legs, and John whispered to himself,

"It's disgusting to do that, but who told you to use it to move something you shouldn't, this shot was fired for that nasty daddy of mine."

Bang!

A crisp gunshot rang out, followed by a terrible wail that was not like a human voice, and the sound spread, and all the male creatures within a radius of dozens of meters subconsciously clamped their legs, feeling a chill in their crotch.

"This guy!"

Hansel's face twitched, and Gretel's face turned red, not knowing what to say.

"It's too shady."

Andrew kept screaming, it hurt so much, it had never hurt so much, it hurt so much that he rolled on the ground and tears flowed from his eyes.

A feeling of panic came out of his heart, he waved his arm, but a pair of claws lost control, and only then did he remember that there were two silver-stained bullets in the joint of his arm,

"John Condon, you damn it!"

Andrew cried out in grief, his eyes lost his light, his limbs could not move, and he had become a waste man with a strong body.

He was unwilling, roaring, remorseful, and even more desperate, the lower body that had once made him proud had lost his intuition.

There is nothing more cruel for a male wolf!

"Poor fellow!"

John shook his head, understanding Andrew's mood at the moment, and he took the paper bullets out of his pocket and put them in the magazine one by one.

The groove slammed into the barrel of the gun, and John raised his pistol,

Bang!! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of exploding gunfire echoed in the air, accompanied by muffled roars from time to time, like a well-prepared performance.

After the six rounds were fired, John opened the magazine, poured out the debris, loaded the bullets, and continued shooting.

The process is skillful and rhythmic, and the face is calm throughout, like an athlete practicing shooting at a target on a meadow, shooting, shooting, and shooting.

The bullet hit his body, splashing a large splash of blood, and the blood stained his face, but he didn't realize it, and still shot calmly.

This scene fell in the eyes of others, and they only felt a cold chill coming out of their hearts.

As the last bullet was over, Andrew, who had long since lost his life, finally stopped trembling, his skull was pierced, his head was broken, and he was covered in blood like an animal that had been tortured and killed.

John put away the revolver, his brows furrowed slightly, and a deep exhaustion suddenly rose in his heart, he wiped the blood from his face, took out two Spanish cigarettes from his jacket pocket, lit them, and smoked them one by one.

The dark yellow smoke obscured the handsome face, giving people a melancholy mystery in a trance.

Henry swallowed and spitted at the mist-spitting face and the blue-glowing eyes in awe,

This is the eldest young master, this is my master.

His immature face suddenly became distorted, his eyes flickered, with a deep yearning, this was the life he really wanted.

Henry put down his wife, walked up to John with excitement on his face, and whispered,

"Big young master!"

"Hmm!"

John answered, and threw the Spanish cigarette in his hand into his arms,

"Will you smoke it?"

"Yes!"

Henry nodded hurriedly, took the match that John had thrown over, and sat on the ground as he did, smoking one bite at a time.

It's over.

The demon hunter brothers and sisters glanced at each other, and they both saw a deep shock in each other's eyes, but the beta wolf, which was known for its strength, died at the hands of an unknown human, once the news spread, who could imagine how big a storm it would be in the dark world,

"It's time for us to go." Hansel, who was uneasy, made his previous request again.

"I'm not leaving, I'm going to go, you're leaving."

Hansel's expression was very helpless, and he said,

"You're really going to be a bodyguard for him for ten days, look at his marksmanship, and you can still need you to protect him, if he doesn't protect you, it's okay."

"You..."

Annoyed, the witch glared at him fiercely,

"Coward, if you're afraid, leave quickly, no one will stop you."

Hearing this, Hansel suddenly fell silent, glanced at Gretel, who was full of stubbornness, and in a trance, those eyes seemed to become a little different.

Damn, what the hell is going on here?

He held his head, his face full of confusion.

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