With a click, William closed the magazine and handed Jango the M500 wheel, which was the length of an adult's forearm.

M500 rotary pistol, caliber 0.5, ammunition capacity of 5 rounds, in the Sunshine Age is known as the most powerful pistol, there is no one, not to mention a horse, elephants are bombarded to death, it is simply a hand cannon, is one of the most marketable standing pistols in the current witcher circle, old Connor and William are loyal to this gun.

Only Yang Ge doesn't like this gun, the shortcomings of the M500 are as prominent as its advantages, the huge anti-shock force is even unbearable for regular soldiers, and the gunner will be numb when he fires three guns in a row, and the bullets are flying all over the sky, even if the physical fitness of the reserve witcher is far beyond the special forces of the Sunshine Age, it is difficult to maintain normal accuracy when using this gun in fierce battles, and the deterrent effect is greater than the actual significance.

But his usual Colt and spare Desert Eagle are gone, and now he can only use William's M500 for emergencies for the time being, and he is now promoted to an official witcher, and his physical quality has improved in all aspects, and he should be able to control this gun.

Yang Ge took the M500 and checked it, he didn't feel the slightest pressure, it was as light as a straw, but he clearly remembered that the standard M500 should weigh 5 pounds (about 5 pounds).

He hesitated for a moment, opened the magazine, poured out a silver bullet the thickness of his little finger, and slowly rubbed it in his hand.

Normal vampires certainly can't touch the silver bullet, Jango surely.

But he was still irritable and anxious.

He had already remembered Simmons feeding blood into his mouth, and what was even more terrifying was that now he could even hear William and Dwayne Johnson's heartbeat and blood flow from a few rooms away if he wanted to.

This is definitely the ability of vampires, and Yang Ge has tortured many vampires, he is sure.

Moreover, the blood of vampires will definitely transform normal humans into vampires, which is common knowledge that every demon hunter knows. As for William's conjecture that the Scott family's Templar inheritance has a certain chance of being immune to the erosion of dark forces, Yang Ge probably doesn't even believe Old Connor himself.

This kind of ability, in exchange for any demon hunter, will definitely be cherished and recorded in the codex, and every demon hunting codex in Scott's family, Yang Ge has looked through it, and has never seen this record, he estimates that old Connor must have used this reason to fool his old buddies last night.

But until now, he really didn't have the slightest desire to suck blood, he looked in the mirror and found that his skin was neither whitish, nor his pupils had turned bloody, nor had blood-sucking fangs grown, except for some abnormal bloodshot whites on the whites of his eyes.

He even poured himself half a gallon of holy water with all his might, and still didn't feel any discomfort.

William, who was armed with a gun on the side, was stunned when he saw Yang Ge rolling a silver bullet, whistled and laughed: "Hey, pretty boy, do you want to talk?"

Yang Ge looked up at him, his expression was a little gloomy, "Man, are you really relieved that you don't shoot me in the head and heart?"

Shooting him in the head and heart is the safest way to identify him, because whether he's a vampire or not, he's dead!

William shrugged, "It turns out that even if you really become a vampire, I can't do this!"

Yang Ge twitched the corners of his mouth helplessly and spit out a word, "Waste!"

William made a pistol gesture, put his index finger against Yang Ge's eyebrows, and said "biu", "If I weren't a waste, your head would have turned into a chrysanthemum yesterday!"

Yang Ge thought about it and nodded approvingly.

Old Johnson walked in with a rifle on his shoulder, and saw Yang Ge, who was still sitting on the chair, with a powerful whip leg on his side, and he pulled Yang Ge out with the chair on the spot, "Get out of the equipment!"

Yang Ge got up from the pile of debris with a dirty face, and cursed in a low voice while patting the dust on his body, "Damn, why didn't I find out that you were so black before? I was only sucked half of my blood by a vampire yesterday, and you can do it too!"

Old Johnson sneered: "Before, you were not Lao Tzu's godson, but now, yes! In the future, when the blind bear is not there, you two will be under my control!"

Even if he understood that this was the old guy's way of expressing his feelings, William still trembled violently when he looked at his steel-like muscles, and he didn't dare to put a fart, so he quickly lowered his head and pressed the bullet.

Yang Ge is not intimidated, in fact, the kick of old Johnson just now is strong, but he feels like he was smashed by a balloon played by a child, and it doesn't hurt at all.

"Old, don't be complacent, the master is also a first-level demon hunter now, wait for two more years, and when I become a third-level demon hunter, the master will beat you eight times a day!"

"Quack quack...... old Johnson sneered wildly, and wanted to give him a flame whip, he was like a demon overseer in hell, "Then it will have to wait until you become a third-level demon hunter, now, give you a minute, whoever can't complete the equipment, Lao Tzu will disassemble the joints of his whole body, and then install it back!"

After saying that, he glanced at his watch with a cruel smile.

One minute?

Fucking William just finished maintaining his guns, all the guns are still a bunch of parts, it's not enough to assemble a gun in a minute, it's equipped?

This old bastard definitely has itchy hands, right?

William shuddered again, grabbed all the magazines and put them in the ammunition bag, and then handed Yang Ge a "self-begging" look.

The two of them didn't doubt what Dwayne Johnson said, when Connor Sr. asked Dwayne Johnson to be a sparring partner for the two of them, this old bastard dismantled their bones and joints many times, saying that it could train bones to be flexible and sharpen their will, and liar?

"Damn!" Jango cursed loudly, and one flew to the table, grabbing the mess of gun parts and starting to assemble them.

As a veteran who has been dealing with firearms since he was twelve years old, all the firearms in Scott's arsenal can be disassembled and assembled with his eyes closed!

But it's the numbers that matter!

In addition to knives and grenades, Yang Ge's standing armament consisted of four pistols, a submachine gun, and a micro-charge, and aside from the M500 that William had just handed him, within a minute, he had to assemble three pistols, an M4 submachine gun, and an M5 miniature submachine gun, each of which had to be loaded with four magazines.

Yang Ge's eyes were red, and he desperately increased the speed of his hands, and the Chinese that old Johnson couldn't understand in his mouth jumped out like Wei Chong, "Old nigger, old turtle, old miscellaneous hair, old splash, old bastard, old immortal...... Pills, pills!"

In the past, it hurt to pull apart the elbow joint and shoulder joint alone, but if the bones and joints of the whole body are removed, Damn, I'm afraid it hurts as much as breaking the bones of the whole body and cramping all over the body, right?

Yang Ge wanted to hurry up and hurry up, but he didn't know that his eyes were slowly glowing with blood.

And Dwayne Johnson and William watched in amazement as Yango's hands grew faster and faster, faster and faster, and the two hands became three, four, and five...... Countless of them.

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