Generally, to resolve the contradiction between the halls, even if you copy the guy, you must at least say two cruel words first, isn't this normal?

But Zhao Chuanxin came silently, and Brother Jack became nervous. Look at Zhao Chuanxin, there is only a burning stick in his hand, and he returns to his unscrupulous appearance: "The knife is coming!" Behind him, the younger brother handed over a smooth knife.

The blade is eight inches long and one inch wide, and the pear wood handle is three inches long, with a blood groove. The cold light flickered, and the blade reflected Jack's face, which was slightly hideous for himself.

With a knife against a burning stick, Jack thought it was okay. At this time, Hei Guren said, "Zhao Chuanxin, what are you going to do?" Zhao Chuanxin didn't answer, but just walked forward with the scepter of redemption.

Black Guren's eyes flashed: "Do you want to go to war directly?" Others are also clamoring: "Did you draft it, Brother Jack beheaded him......" Brother Jack was originally facing the tall Zhao Chuanxin, and he was still a little weak-hearted.

But when I heard the noise of the bigwigs behind me, I was a little arrogant. He took off his suit, revealing his shirt full of wrinkles, holding a knife in both hands, and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin with a roar.

The ponies behind him were eager to try, just waiting for the boss to make a move, and then they were about to charge. Some people trembled because they were afraid, some people trembled because of the excitement before the battle, and the eyes of the audience were on Jack and Zhao Chuanxin.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin's fingers buckled two inches, his thumb was expanded according to the motive, and his right hand pulled out the elf carving knife. Stab...... Zhao Chuanxin took back the elf carving knife and put it back into the sheath.

The two sides hadn't even had time to pass by. Jack was still in a chopping position, but his feet didn't move.

Everyone was stunned, what happened? But I saw Brother Jack fall to the ground with a bang, but there was no trace of blood on his body.

He was buried in the ground with a bloody hole in his forehead. Hei Guren's eyes swept back and forth between Jack and Zhao Chuanxin on the ground, and asked in horror, "What did you do to Jack?" What happened to him? Zhao Chuanxin didn't answer and asked: "In the name of the Lugang Town Charity Association, abducting women, who did this?" Hei Guren's heart tightened, and he turned it into a prophecy - Zhao Chuanxin really came for this.

Before he could answer, a group of Jack's younger brothers shouted, "What happened to your eldest brother?" Lao Tzu beheads you! A group of people rushed out with a roar and passed by Hei Guren.

The rest of the hall masters all looked at Hei Guren, waiting for his order. The electric light flashed in Hei Guren's brain, and his eyes flew up.

"Don't be impulsive, it's Brother Jack's fault in this matter, the rules of the rivers and lakes can't be messed up......" At this time, bang, bang, bang...... saw that Zhao Chuanxin suddenly took out his pistol and began to shoot in an orderly manner.

The few younger brothers who rushed to the front were all shot in the head by Zhao Chuanxin. The people behind him stopped abruptly, carrying sticks and knives, spreading their arms, pulling each other back.

There was a look of horror on his face. Not to mention the gangs, even the police on Hong Kong Island are not all equipped with guns.

It was rumored that everyone in the Xuantian Sect's adjudication team had guns, and at first they didn't think about it, but now it seems that it may be true.

They retreated, but Zhao Chuanxin didn't stop. Because the alley was narrow, although Li Zhitao also drew a gun behind them, they didn't dare to shoot, for fear of accidentally injuring Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin emptied the magazine, changed the gun directly, and continued to shoot after loading. Zhao Chuanxin's shooting method is very distinctive, he rarely shoots with a gun in both hands like Brother Xiaoma, usually holds a gun in both hands, the end of the tripod is extremely stable, and the upper body always keeps a straight line with the gun, locking the central axis.

Lugang Town Insurance Team shoots, usually three shots, chest and abdomen head or chest chest. Zhao Chuanxin has been out of that range, and when he was in close combat, he shot all of them in the head.

The other party retreats, and he advances. Instead of widening, the distance was sharply reduced. Zhao Chuanxin was almost hit in the face in the back, and shot at a distance of less than one meter, and these people had no way to avoid it.

In just an instant, a group of Jack's younger brothers fell more than a dozen people. One man, in despair, threw down his weapon and fled.

Bang! Shot in the back of the head. Seeing that he couldn't escape, and seeing that the distance was so close, one person decided to fight and rushed up with a stick.

Zhao Chuanxin withdrew with his left foot, leaned back slightly, and twisted his upper body as a whole. Bang! After firing the shot, confidently move forward with the withdrawn left foot.

Bang, bang, bang...... Hei Guren and the rest of the hall masters were stunned. Where is this a death match between the halls, this is simply a one-sided massacre.

"Master Zhao, Master Zhao, don't kill, don't kill ......" Hei Guren roared fearfully. Zhao Chuanxin missed the last two bullets, and then stopped.

And the word prefix is scared to pee your pants, there are not a few. The alley was filled with the smell of bloody mixture, which was very pungent to the nose.

"Let me ask again, who abducted women in the name of the Lugang Town Charity Association?" Zhao Chuanxin accepted the gun and said lightly.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, others didn't dare to speak, and some people were simply speechless with fright. When people are extremely frightened, they will be unable to speak.

Hei Guren was a little bold, he came out of the crowd, stubbornly pointed to the corpse of Jack on the ground: "It's him, he runs the horse pen business." Zhao Chuanxin was suspicious: "You won't lie to me, right?" Take a dead ghost to blame? ”

"What I said is true, this kind of thing can't stand scrutiny, just check a little bit and know it." Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the group of jacks' horses: "You all have a share, right?" The horses were like chaff and did not dare to answer.

Zhao Chuanxin had a new gun in his hand, loaded it with one hand, and shot it when he raised his hand. The bullet grazed Hei Guren's cheek and side, and he could see white flames coming out of the muzzle of Zhao Chuanxin's horse brand, and his skin could feel the burning of the bullet, which made his hair stand on end.

The most important thing is that although the guns fired by Zhao Chuanxin grazed Hei Guren's body many times, they did not hit him with a single shot.

In the gun, there is no missing bullet. Between the halls, the force value usually refers to the force value of a person's skill, cold weapon, or fist and kick.

Black Guren had never seen such a cold-blooded battlefield-style killing. I have never seen a ruthless person like Zhao Chuanxin.

The rest of the people at the entrance of the hall had begun to retreat, preparing to flee at the other end of the alley. However, it was only then that they found out that only half of the adjudicators had come, and the other half had ridden to the back and copied their back path.

More than 20 people blocked the mouth of the alley, everyone with guns, looking at them indifferently. The main hall swallowed saliva and his scalp was numb.

Zhao Chuanxin shot Jackdi's horse boy in one breath until only the last person remained. The man was not very old, probably only in his teens.

He was on his knees at this point, tears mixed with snot and a mess on his face. The crotch of the pants was covered with water stains, and there was even a foul smell.

It was extreme fear that the feces and urine flowed together. He cried silently, looked at Zhao Chuanxin in despair, couldn't speak, just kowtowed.

Hei Guren stared wide-eyed, but he didn't dare to beg for mercy for him. Li Zhitao and others in the back felt unbearable when they saw it.

This looks like a child. Zhao Chuanxin opened his mouth and asked him, "Are you afraid?" The boy finally relented, and nodded like garlic: "I'm afraid, please spare me......" He stared at the terrifying skull mask, his helpless right hand resting on his left arm, and his back bowed in a semicircle.

Anyone could feel his despair. Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "I'm afraid, think about the women who were abducted abroad by you, I think they should be more desperate than you." After saying that, he raised his hand and bang...... Five shots were fired in a row.

That head can't even look at it. The sun was hot, and the black bones were cold. When Zhao Chuanxin looked at him, he even shivered.

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Hall masters, are there any heroes who pretend to be heroes?" Hurry up if you have one. ”

“……”

"A bunch of fucking bitch bones." Zhao Chuanxin collected the gun. He walked around the Black Bone and came to the middle of a group of hall masters who had been driven back by the adjudication team.

Pick the one that is the most unpleasant and raise your hand and slap it. The hall master subconsciously narrowed his eyes. Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and shot, bang!

"Drafted, dare to stare at me?" Everyone's brains are buzzing, and they were killed just because of a look?

Zhao Chuanxin came to the second hall master and slapped him again. The master of the hall was in a big arm, and simply lowered his head.

However, Zhao Chuanxin said angrily: "Did I make you bow your head? What a damn one! "Bang! The crowd uproared and retreated.

Can't even bow your head? Unreasonable? Zhao Chuanxin pressed forward step by step, stepped forward and slapped the third person.

The muscles on the third person's face were constantly trembling, not because of pain, he couldn't feel the pain at this time, but because he didn't know what to say, plus nervous fear, so he trembled.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Well, yes, your expression management is in place." The man grinned, a very tragic smile.

Who knows, Zhao Chuanxin slapped his backhand again: "Did I make you laugh?" The hall master knelt down: "I was wrong, I was wrong......" He almost thought he was going to be killed, because of an ugly smile.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored him and went straight to the fourth hall master.

"Look at you, you look so ugly, you actually learn to be a fool? If I were you, I wouldn't have the face to come out to meet anyone. This person's body trembled like his predecessors, but he suddenly burst out and stabbed Zhao Chuanxin in the abdomen.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't have time to react at all. He was stabbed with a knife. The crowd was in an uproar again, and no one could have imagined that there would be people who would dare to fight to the death at this time.

It's just a bear's heart and a leopard's gall. But Zhao Chuanxin didn't even move under his feet: "The stabbing is finished?" Are you happy? Now I declare that those who are not from this hall will step aside. The men jumped up and down to the side.

In the field, the dazed horse boy who studied abroad. The hall master did not give up, drew the knife, and stabbed again. This time it was in the chest that was stabbed.

Of course, you can't stab it, but it's definitely not the feel of stabbing a protective gear like a steel plate, you have to make a metaphor, like stabbing jade, stabbing hardwood, and stabbing the scales of some animal.

Zhao Chuanxin put away the pistol and had a Winchester M1897 shotgun in his hand. Click, boom...... The body of the hall master was sprayed upside down and flew out.

Black Guren was stupid, he had never seen a shotgun at all. Isn't this a hand-held artillery?

Even he turned pale with fright, let alone the others. Zhao Chuanxin walked forward and stroked the slider.

Rumble...... Rumble...... Rumble...... Every time a shot is fired, a large piece of the front is fallen. After the bullets were emptied, there were no living people in front of them, not intact living people.

Zhao Chuanxin put the M1897 shotgun on his shoulder and looked at all directions: "Who else?" ”