(Thanks to the name Xxxxxxxxx, combing in the forest, stuffy quilt, not drunk with laughter, recommended votes for salted fish juice in summer)

The blue-green algae hairstyle gangster subconsciously turned his head, and a bright gun was pressed against his temple, and the bright barrel of the gun made his pupils shrink suddenly.

The blue-green hairstyle thug subconsciously turned his head, and a fist slammed into his face, slamming down.

"Bang!"

After the gunshots, blood was pouring out.

The body of the blue-green hairstyle thug then fell, and he didn't even have time to let out any screams before he died.

In the gray-white pupils, the last picture was reflected-

A thin young man with blue eyes and cold eyebrows, dressed in a shabby leather coat, stared at him expressionlessly, and withdrew the gun in his hand into his pocket.

As the loud noise passed, the whispers of conversation in the nearby floors turned into screams, but soon the interior of the room became silent again, and even the slightest sound of conversation could no longer be picked up by the ears.

That's—

Gunshot!

Residents of nearby buildings were unaware of what was going on, but they were surprisingly quiet.

Obviously, this is not a good thing.

No one wants an extra corpse near their door, and maybe the next day, there will be a constant stream of news on the nearby streets, and even the guards will come to the door.

Zorro endured the nausea and vomiting of the scarlet liquid, and stepped directly over the limp corpse.

He tossed the blue-green algae thug's fingers one by one, tossed the gun into the air, and squeezed it in his hand, then got up and chose a path to quickly transfer.

..............

After Zorro left, the communication equipment was still emitting a communication sound.

Because it is underground, the signal is poor, and the sound is mixed with the sound of radio waves, which is a bit noisy.

"Medivan? How can there be gunshots there? ”

"Oh no, that guy is at Medivan's!"

"Medivan! Medivan!? Kexiong's tone increased again and again.

"Don't shout, Ke Xiong, he's been yin! Damn it.. How could that bastard be so careless! Möller calmed his voice.

Jace commanded the chaotic group of people on the call,

"Okay, try not to scatter the rest of the people, group them in pairs, and keep a certain distance. We'll wait for someone else to come over, and we'll search for it as well. As long as he doesn't leave the residential area here, he is a turtle in an urn, and there is no possibility of escape. ”

....................

After leaving the battle, Zorro began to study the confiscated pistol briefly.

Bullet barrels, brakes, special mufflers, plate machines, magazines, safety, locking mechanisms, re-entry springs, stoppers, etc., make up this complete firearm.

The material and hardness do not seem to be comparable to the Arefa pistol. However, the way to use it is the same as the previous Arifa pistol, and there are only five steps.

Draw, load, open, aim, shoot.

Overall, his application with guns is still in its infancy. The crosshairs are all dependent on the blind, but this is not a temporary problem.

After Zorro refamiliarized himself with the gun, he immediately entered a meditative state.

Suddenly, everything around him changed to the background of the starry sky again, and some of the more subtle movements and air circulation began to feed back into his brain more and more obviously.

..............

Ten minutes later.

"Damn, we've gone through all the stairways and the lights are out, where the hell is that guy hiding? How can he be like a rat drilling in the tunnel, and he can't even pick up a shadow. ”

Couron kicked the can at his feet in frustration, his towering body shaking, and he pulled his vision back again, trying to find the guy who killed Medivan in the drowsy aisle.

"Did you hide in your apartment?" Möller, on the side, raised the brim of his suit and looked around nervously.

As he spoke, he always felt like a pair of eyes were watching him. The eyes, like those of a cheetah, were peering at their prey, making him shudder.

At this time, the staircase corners.

At the junction of darkness and light, there is a ghostly figure floating. Then, in a corner where the two men did not see, a round hole in the chamber of the gun was poked out, and the trigger was pulled towards the two men who were facing away from him and did not perceive the danger.

"Bang!"

The thunderous sound of gunfire echoed through the empty corridor, and Moeller only felt that his left hand was pierced directly by the powerful impact, the muscles contracted, and the sharp pain immediately spread over the entire arm.

It's that guy!

At the moment of the gunshot, Ke Xiong turned around and aimed his pistol directly at the source of the sound, trying to find the guy who was sneaking up, but in the dark corner, it was empty, and there was no one there.

Ke Xiong was stunned.

But then the black shadow shook and reappeared, as if he was suddenly stuck, and it took about half a second to react and pull the trigger.

Gunfire erupted.

The bullet collided with the edges and corners of the escalator and rubbed into the spark, and it completely missed.

Zorro, who was in a state of lateral movement, took advantage of the empty field of vision, took aim, and then shot Ko Xiong in the head.

"!"

As soon as he saw the bullet miss, Ke Xiong began to move his body, trying to dodge the bullet attack in a dog-like motion.

But before he could congratulate himself on his reflexes, a bullet grazed his left leg, causing him to grunt and move deformed.

In the darkness, a hint of surprise flashed in the corner of Zorro's eyes.

It's -

Crooked?

Undoubtedly, this is a significant deviation from his preview point.

But in terms of consequentialism, at least it's good.

With a roar of rage, his legs bent to support his balance, he grabbed his pistol, repeated the action of replacing the bullets, and then aimed at Zorro, who was constantly closing the distance with him due to inertia.

Møller had already taken cover for the first time, endured severe pain, aimed the red dot at the center of Zorro's body, and then fired.

The distance between the two sides was only about 7.8 meters, which was very close, but the blue-eyed youth seemed to have predicted the location of the bullet in advance, leaned back, and the speed of his movements was not particularly exaggerated, but he easily dodged the alloy bullet fired at him.

Möller watched in disbelief and disbelief as this happened.

At such a close distance, you can dodge it without the help of the prosthetic's block?

Is this guy a monster?

This strange and elusive situation made the two of them feel cold in their backs, and deep down they suddenly felt a fear of Zorro.

Medivan's death was not caused by his carelessness!

At the same time that the thought arose in Møller's mind, Zorro had already taken out another pistol from his bosom and clasped it behind his waist covertly.

The bullets in the Arifa pistol have been depleted, and the two Jali gang gangsters have also been traumatized to varying degrees. Bullets are not repetitive supplies, and if they are not cut to the roots, the bullets he consumes are equivalent to a complete waste.

The distance between Zorro and Cobear is still getting closer.