After the shooting, Xiong Ye drank heavily, and the words he drank were fierce and murderous.

"Ahh

The man standing at the front of everyone looked at his companion who was shot, and ran towards Zhang Xiaoqiang with a roar, his face was distorted and hideous, his hands did not make any movement, and he ran straight towards him, his eyes were full of despair, the man had given up arresting Zhang Xiaoqiang, and he looked like he was going to die.

"Rush ......"

As soon as the man moved, Xiong Ye, who was standing behind, roared out by hot iron, and pointed to the sky with two more shots, Xiong Ye's two gunshots were pumped like whips in everyone's hearts, they shouted in unison, and rushed towards Zhang Xiaoqiang with despair and hope.

"Malegobi ......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded, the np22 in his hand shot again and again, the bullet flew out, he automatically entered the dynamic vision, a particle bullet spun and flew towards the eyebrows of those men, and his left hand slowly stretched out to the spare magazine, he did double purpose in dynamic vision.

As long as they are hit by bullets, they can no longer feel any sensation, men keep falling, men keep tripping over fallen people, and people keep stepping on the back of a man who tripped and continued to pounce on Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was quite calm, his wrists did not move at all, his fingers were clasped again and again, and the corners of his eyes were still scanning the crowd, and finally he found the middle-aged man standing at the back who was looking at him coldly, Master Xiong.

The last bullet was ejected, Zhang Xiaoqiang slid out of the empty magazine, his left hand was inserted into the magazine like lightning, the sound of shooting continued to sound, and the left hand continued to grope for the magazine bag on his waist, with dynamic vision, Zhang Xiaoqiang was like a golden finger, as long as he maintained the continuous fire of the pistol, he was confident that he would shoot everyone who pounced.

When the third bullet was fired, Zhang Xiaoqiang's left hand touched the magazine bag, and the three fifteen-round spare magazine packs that were originally prepared were empty two, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly remembered that his day's shooting practice not only shot empty the bullets in the ammunition box, but even his spare magazine was shot two empty, and he complained bitterly, so he could only continue to shoot hard, hoping that those men could finally be frightened by him.

Firing two bullets again, Zhang Xiaoqiang deflected the muzzle, he wanted to kill the Xiong Ye who was hiding behind, capture the thief and capture the king first, just deflected, he saw Xiong Ye's only remaining one-eyed staring at him like a poisonous snake, holding a silver-gray pistol in each hand, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart was cold, the two guns in Xiong Ye's hands sounded first, two bullets were fired from Xiong Ye's two guns almost at the same time, and the bullets that rotated in the air flew straight towards him, and the dynamic vision allowed Zhang Xiaoqiang to predict the trajectory of the bullet's flight and the final goal, it was his hands, obviously, Xiong Ye wanted to capture him alive.

With the biggest threat, Zhang Xiaoqiang no longer cared about the men who rushed towards him, only the two bullets in his eyes, he was calm, silently calculated in his heart, his fingers moved slightly, and the two bullets flew out of the muzzle one after the other, and when the pistol was fired, like a slow-paced gunfire came into his eardrums, the four bullets collided with each other in mid-air, changing direction and flying around.

The third bullet of "...... touch" was shot by Zhang Xiaoqiang, the target was Xiong Ye who held a gun, Xiong Ye was an old Jianghu, countless outlaws made him extremely cautious, at the same time as Zhang Xiaoqiang's gun, he tilted his head slightly, before, Zhang Xiaoqiang's murder was a bullet in the center of the eyebrows, a shot killed, Xiong Ye was gambling, betting that Zhang Xiaoqiang's bullet would be towards his eyebrows.

Xiong Ye won the bet, and the whistling bullet slashed across his cheek, tearing off his ear, and the ear was carried away by the bullet, and before the blood oozed out, the huge pain had caught Xiong Ye's nerves.

Xiong Ye didn't scream, or covered his ears with his hands, he just frowned, and fired again without hesitation, this time he didn't believe in his marksmanship again, and the two guns were fired one after another, and eight bullets were shot out by him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was surprised that he had missed, but he couldn't turn a blind eye to the flying bullets, his fingers were pulled again and again, and in a short period of time, all seven bullets in the chamber of the gun were shot, and the secret feeling in his heart was not good, the ammunition was exhausted, and a bullet came towards his right hand.

In the space between Zhang Xiaoqiang and Xiong Ye, fourteen bullets collided with each other, sending out sparks and flying around, and the two men who ran towards Zhang Xiaoqiang were hit by stray bullets and screamed, and the last bullet crossed the short space and went straight to Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand holding a gun.

Although Zhang Xiaoqiang has dynamic vision, his right hand has not yet been trained to dodge before the bullet flies, so in a hurry, he flipped his wrist and used the back of the gun to meet the bullet.

"Ding ......" NP22 was violently shaken, and Zhang Xiaoqiang could no longer hold the pistol and let it fall under the wheelchair.

"Bang Bang ......" two more gunshots, and Xiong Ye shot out the last two bullets in the pistol.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't go to see what bullets flew this time, he didn't calculate the landing point of the bullets, and when Xiong Ye's fingers were retracted, he lifted the side of the wheelchair and brought himself down with the wheelchair.

One of the two bullets flew through the wheelchair and landed behind Zhang Xiaoqiang, and one bullet was shot on the steel ring of the wheels that were spinning on its side, making a strange sound, and it got into the back of the chair and brought out a sponge, passing through Zhang Xiaoqiang's waist.

Xiong Ye has a habit, he only has two pistols on his body, and he does not carry spare magazines, seeing that Zhang Xiaoqiang dodged the last two bullets, he inserted the empty gun into the holster on his waist, pulled up his sleeves, and a steel chain dart reflecting the halo was tightly wrapped around his arm.

Zhang Xiaoqiang fell to the ground instead, and just wanted to stand up, when he saw the crowd rushing over, and the man closest to him was only five or six meters away.

At the critical moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the triangular spur and waved it out casually, the triangular thorn flashed a short distance and inserted it into the man's neck, the man didn't seem to notice, his eyes flashed with excitement, in his mind, Zhang Xiaoqiang had no gun in his hand, and he was the only one who was about to get close, he opened his arms and opened his big mouth, wanting to let out a cheerful howl.

"Pounce ......" The man didn't scream, he fell at Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet, the triangular thorn inserted in the artery in his neck kept letting his blood go, and in the blood flying, he lost his last strength.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't stay where he was, he rolled sideways on the ground, and between the rolls, a triangular thorn was thrown out by him, and one by one the excited and inexplicable men lost their lives in the last joy and fell to the ground without saying a word.

Zhang Xiaoqiang shot eleven triangular stabs in a row to kill eleven men, and the last one he missed, the triangular thorn was inserted into a man's shoulder socket, making the man howl loudly.

Zhang Xiaoqiang practiced marksmanship all day, his wrist was extremely sore, and then he was hit violently, and the twelve triangular spurs made him almost lose the strength to raise his hand.

Without the triangular thorns, Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled over and over, he saw that the corner was only one line away from him, as long as he fell outside, the scene here would definitely be discovered by the sentry post in the camp, and then he could wait for support if he held on a little longer.

This line of distance seems to be a joke of God, a poisonous snake spits out a smart chain dart quietly wrapped around his legs, Zhang Xiaoqiang's legs were just entangled, and before he could move, a huge force came from the chain dart, dragging him to the ground.

Zhang Xiaoqiang lay on the ground and watched the surroundings flash quickly, and a hideous and distorted face flashed around him, Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted, waving his arms on the ground to catch something to fix himself.

The ground was very smooth, and there were no stones embedded in the ground for him to grasp, and finally he caught a big foot in sneakers, and Zhang Xiaoqiang violently flipped the man, grabbed the man's body, and tried to delay the chain dart that was dragging him.

It's a pity that the strength of the bear master who dragged the chain dart was enough, and he didn't care about adding one more person, but just dragged Zhang Xiaoqiang to the depths, in front of him, several people ran towards Zhang Xiaoqiang with fishing nets, and at this time, they were still unwilling to give up capturing Zhang Xiaoqiang alive.

The man who was overturned and hugged by Zhang Xiaoqiang came back to his senses, and howled loudly to Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang hit his head on the man's eyebrow bone, knocking the man unconscious, slightly dizzy, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that his body stopped, the chain stopped dragging, and he didn't think much about it, Zhang Xiaoqiang's left hand grabbed the man's neck and violently exerted force, using the man as a weapon to sweep left and right.

With a scream, Zhang Xiaoqiang then sat up and saw a man holding a fishing net fall to the ground, the man's right foot twisted in a strange posture, and the man's leg was broken by the humanoid weapon in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand.

Zhang Xiaoqiang only saw this, the chain dart wrapped around his legs dragged him down again, and the sound of Suosuo's metal chain came, and a slender metal chain was thrown out of a semicircle by Xiong Ye, and it was waved down violently, and the thrown metal chain with a big wave at lightning speed was fiercely pumped on Zhang Xiaoqiang's left hand.

Like a piece of fiery charcoal thrown on his arm, Zhang Xiaoqiang's left hand couldn't hold the man, let go, and after letting go, the severe pain made him can't help but retract back into his abdomen, and at this moment, a fishnet covered his body.

Zhang Xiaoqiang never imagined that one day he would be caught in a fishing net by a group of ordinary people, which made him angry, and in the anger he struggled frantically.

I don't know what kind of material the fishing net is, as Zhang Xiaoqiang's struggle tightens more and more, Zhang Xiaoqiang is struggling, his physical strength is losing rapidly, a burst of tiredness and dizziness hit his heart, he doesn't want to give up, he made up his mind in his heart, he can't let others be captured alive if he dies, he Zhang Xiaoqiang can't afford to lose this person.

The dizziness thundered in his ears, the cacophony of the men around him, his own heavy wheezing, the rustle of his body rubbing on the ground, and it slammed into his head.

The restraints were getting stronger and stronger, making it difficult for him to breathe, his brain began to become congested, his eyes were a little glazed, and through the tiny mesh, everything around him was blurred.

"Whew...... Ha...... Call...... Ha ...... "Zhang Xiaoqiang can't hear the sound anymore, and all the sounds on the periphery are meaningless and noisy, in this kind of noise. The only thing he could make out was his own wheezing.

Slowly, slowly, Zhang Xiaoqiang's struggle became smaller and smaller, and finally it became a subconscious struggle, and he didn't seem to be moving.

The crowd gathered outside slowly gathered around, they knew that the people in the net were powerful, the previous dense crowd became sparse, and the missing half died in the hands of Zhang Xiaoqiang, they didn't know if Zhang Xiaoqiang was really exhausted of strength, or pretended, they were very careful, Zhang Xiaoqiang had fallen into the net, and most of their tasks had been completed, although there were many people who died, as long as it was not them who died, they didn't want to that idleness.

An obscene-looking man carefully walked to find Xiaoqiang, through the big net, and gently poked him with his fingers, seeing that Zhang Xiaoqiang did not move, he pushed him with his hand again, but still did not move, the man was relieved, pounced on Zhang Xiaoqiang, and shouted rice, woman.

Seeing this, the others rushed forward one after another, and together with the man before, they did not hold Zhang Xiaoqiang down on him, and cheered from their mouths.

"Tearing and pulling ......" is like a crescent moon, and the shining Rat King blade cuts through the fishing net, lightly drawing an arc on Zhang Xiaoqiang's right side.