"The surname is Long, you are an expert in playing with guns, you should know what it is like to shoot shotgun bullets. Besides, at such a close distance, do you need marksmanship? "Outside the counter, the bald head was holding a shotgun, and his face was full of pride.

Xiaoshan and another big black man stared, but they didn't dare to step forward easily, and stood on either side of the bald head.

"Connoisseurs don't dare to be, just familiarize themselves. Yes, you're right, a shotgun is a shotgun, shoot out a large area, and shoot the target by coverage, and the requirements for marksmanship are really not very high. Especially at close range, as long as the direction is right, you can almost hit the target. Not necessarily, though. Long Hao smiled slightly.

"Boy, when you die, you're starting to think about it?" The bald head sneered.

"Hmph, let alone modification, even if it is not modified, you can only fire one shot, and you will definitely not be able to fire two shots."

"Boy, tell you a joke, right? There were two bullets in this shot. ”

"Standing in front of you is a group of veterans, and it is impossible to give you a second shot. And you also know that this is a shotgun, no matter what part it hits, can it kill with one shot? ”

"Why can't you kill with one shot? Lao Tzu hunted in the mountains, and he was always killed with one shot. The bald head raised his shotgun.

"What are you fighting? Is it hares and pheasants? Have you ever beaten someone? What parts have you hit? ”

The bald head rolled his eyes and did not speak. Isn't this? If you've beaten someone, you're still standing here?

Shotguns are often used. With a finger at the muzzle, other people's legs are weak, let them do whatever they want, who dares to speak out? Slow down a little, shoot one shot in the air, at most one shot at the side, drill one or two iron sand into the leg, how big the problem is solved, how can you really hit someone?

"You haven't beaten you, have you? Did you study a one-shot kill? Long Hao asked again.

"Why don't you kill people, why do you study all day long?" The bald head is on fire.

"But I've studied, and several of them have studied. Not only research, but also verify the effect whenever there is an opportunity. Pistols, assault rifles, sniper rifles, light and heavy machine guns, grenades, grenades, bazookas, artillery of various calibers, etc., as well as daggers, bayonets, butts, etc., as well as fists, elbow strikes, leg strokes, kicks, ...... All kinds of hand-to-hand combat, there will never be any superfluous movements, and one blow must be fatal. ”

"What the hell are you ......?"

"With your shotgun, and the posture of holding the gun, you can shoot at most one shot, or you may not be able to shoot a shot, and your life will be gone."

"Boy, it's the same as the truth, who are you fooling?"

"Honestly, someone as stupid as you really hasn't studied it. I studied snipers, special forces, murderous thugs, and so on. I've tried it all, and the result is that they're all lying on the ground, and I'm still standing here fighting you. Long Hao smiled.

"Brother Hao, what are you talking about with these grandsons? As long as you give a command, I promise to bring them all down within three seconds, and there will never be a single gasp. Gao Chenghu glared.

"Chenghu, they are a few gangsters at best, and they are not enemies, so they can be used so ruthlessly? Besides, just three gangsters who have not undergone professional training, you actually have to use three seconds to pass it out, is it not ashamed? And the shotgun sawed off the butt, in case of misfire, the huge recoil hurt themselves, what to do, the shotgun changes direction at will, and hurts the people around them? Long Hao reprimanded.

Although the two were acting, Long Hao also knew in his heart that if the bald head really dared to shoot, as long as he could block most of the shotguns, Gao Chenghu would definitely send these three guys to the western sky.

Those who come down from the battlefield, as long as they are not dead, will do it to death, this is the confidence that Long Hao can straighten his waist and speak. What's more, there are Hao Jun and Zhao Wenqing and Dongzi Zhang Qingyang, and a shotgun is really not in their eyes.

"Alas...... Really. Gao Chenghu slapped his palms in annoyance.

But the bald head is not calm. Although his face was still fierce, his gaze was a little wandering. This guy is talking about the same thing, just like the real thing.

The point is that there is no way to verify. As long as you move your fingers, someone has to fall. The other party fell, and it was a big deal for him to go to the squatting room. I won't hit where I'm going to die, I guess I won't even get seriously injured, and I'll come out in a few months, three or two years at most.

But if you fall down and listen to that stupid big man's tone, you will really die? I have cut many people, and I have injured many people, but I have never been like this.

No one has one life, and they can't afford to die!

Just when the bald brain was running at high speed, Hao Jun quietly slipped out. He moved lightly against the counter, fast, but without a sound.

On the other side, Zhao Wenqing also lowered his figure and slipped out against the counter. There were still a few meters away from the hill, and he turned his head to look at Hao Jun.

Hao Jun made a gesture, ran two steps, jumped up, and threw himself at the bald head.

Zhao Wenqing also jumped up in the air and kicked out with both legs in a row.

"Get down!" At the same time as Hao Jun jumped up, Long Hao shouted, turned around and knocked Dongzi down, and then pressed on Dongzi.

Gao Chenghu next to him also dragged Zhang Qingyang down and pressed on Zhang Qingyang.

Hearing the shouting, the bald head froze. At that moment, there was a gust of wind behind me, and then a mountain crashed into it. He instinctively shrank his head, tightened his fingers on the trigger, and the shotgun fired.

There was a loud bang, a puff ......of green smoke, and the shotgun fan shot out.

At the same time, the bald head was also pounced. He struggled to roll over and get up. But the other party pressed one arm against his neck, and the other fist smashed down on his face. The fist was so powerful that it was like a hammer, and it hit him with gold stars in the eyes, and he quickly lost the ability to resist.

However, the other party didn't mean to stop at all, and still kept smashing.

Not far away, two people were rolling on the ground. This is Zhao Wenqing and another big black man, you punch me and I can't fight.

Hao Jun threw his bald head down, and Zhao Wenqing also flew over the hill. Xiaoshan was about to turn around when he heard the wind, and his feet also arrived. A series of kicks were kicked out, and Xiaoshan was kicked in the face one after another, and immediately fell to the ground and fainted.

This is still Zhao Wenqing's mercy at his feet, and he didn't kick the temples and other fatal parts, otherwise Xiaoshan would be a corpse.

After Zhao Wenqing landed, he rolled forward and pounced on another big black man. The big black man was about to save the bald head who was knocked down, but when he saw Zhao Wenqing pounced, he had to turn around to greet him.

One is a veteran, the other has practiced for a few days, and the two of them come and go, and the fight is inseparable.

Long Hao pressed on Dongzi's body, feeling that his back was hot. Ignoring the pain, he rolled over and got up, ran to the bald head lying on the ground, kicked the shotgun away, and reached out to block Hao Jun's fist.

"Hao Jun, stop fighting."

"Don't stop you, you have to stone this grandson to death today."

"I'm going to die if I fight again."

"Just in self-defense, it's just right to die, one less scourge."

"The police are here, get up!"

"Don't move!"

With a roar, several police officers rushed up, and everything was over.