Rise of the Wasteland

Chapter 183 Gambling

Zhou Qingfeng brought two revolvers with him when he was at home, because the characteristics of revolvers could maximize his ability of 'smartness'. One ≥ novel > ≧ ≦ ≤ ≤ ≤ ≤ ≤ and one revolver has six bullets, two are twelve bullets, and the firepower of a short burst of bullets is enough.

The question is, can Zhou Qingfeng hit it accurately? In his daily practice, he has never completed a 180-degree fan shooting twelve targets, and he can't miss a single one. Miss any one, and everyone in the living room will be killed or injured.

Just looking at Fernando Resno's arrogance and arrogance, as if he had settled his situation, Zhou Qingfeng was already in a desperate situation and could only use all his hole cards to gamble.

Isn't it just a gamble? bring it on!

While the 'pretender' on the opposite side was still spitting at Zhou Qingfeng and pointing his fingers randomly, everything in the whole living room seemed to be in a static state. Zhou Qingfeng drew his gun, took aim, and started shooting. Instead of attacking Fernando who was facing him, he wanted to kill the mercenaries who threatened him.

There was a bang, and the first shooter in the window on the right had a hole in his forehead. This man was holding an m16a4, when suddenly his head was tilted back, the huge power of the . bloody flower.

The murderous aura is awe-inspiring, and the continuous killing will gain a combat power bonus. Every time you kill a person, the increase will be 5%, and it will always be effective on the battlefield.

After Zhou Qingfeng killed a person, he felt a surge of energy from the death he created. His eyes are sharper, his gestures are more stable, his strength is greater, and his confidence is more full!

Immediately after the muzzle in his hand fired repeatedly, amidst the bang bang bang bang, every time the muzzle moved slightly, a bullet was fired, and the head of a person opposite him would be blown off, and his fighting power was stronger. The speed in hand becomes faster!

With Zhou Qingfeng's current physical fitness, he can use 'Agility' three times in a row to gain a three-second lead. And three seconds, twelve bullets, twelve targets, waiting for his twelve shots to miss, he really killed twelve people in different windows in four directions!

Yay..., one do not pull, perfect!

And 'Murderous Awe-inspiring' even increased Zhou Qingfeng's combat effectiveness by 60%. At the end of the fight, Zhou Qingfeng, who should have collapsed, was full of strength instead. His veins bulged, his blood was surging, and he roared angrily: "Bastard, come bet! I want to bet your life!"

In the eyes of others, Zhou Qingfeng completed the whole process of drawing the gun, aiming, shooting, and headshot in an instant. Twelve gunshots were fired regardless of each other, and they joined together. The superposition of the gunshots became deafening. Both Lina and Anji were dizzy with headaches from the huge gunshots, but Fernando Resno was deeply shocked!

Is that human being? How did he do it? Killed twelve people in different directions in an instant,

This has surpassed any world record, it is a miracle! Impossible miracle! ! Unbelievable miracle! ! !

Fernando Resno's eardrums were bleeding from the superimposed gunshots, and his head was buzzing, but he also knew that he had encountered a pervert. But twelve shots fired, this kid ran out of bullets, kill him!

Fernando Resno just wanted to touch the gun, but he immediately saw the butcher who was also in the living room. The butcher with an angry face was drawing his gun and trying to aim at him. This guy was already overwhelmed by Zhou Qingfeng's stunt, he immediately felt guilty, turned around and ran with his waist down. He went out and yelled, "Shoot, shoot into the house!"

The butcher also only brought a pistol. Seeing the enemy fleeing, he didn't fire. Instead, he lifted the table and shouted to Lina and Anji who were stunned: "Lie down!"

There were more than forty gunmen brought by Fernando Resno outside the house, and they surrounded the whole house. But these were the mob he recruited from the troubled times, and when he heard his boss running out of the house and shouting to shoot, he immediately opened fire with his gun.

Dozens of assault rifles fired simultaneously, sending thousands of rounds into the house in a matter of seconds. Such a concentration of bullets swept through everything, shattered the windows, smashed the walls, and almost everything in the living room.

The butcher crawled around the living room with the two women in his arms, but he couldn't find any safe place to hide. During this period, the bullets whizzed over their heads, flying all kinds of debris from wooden furniture, hitting their heads and covering their faces. This terrible situation made him have to lower his head and curse: "Damn, it's really going to be over if this goes on."

"Victor, where is Victor?" Angie asked loudly, lying on the floor.

"He's also laying on the door to avoid bullets." The butcher glanced at the door of the living room, and found that Zhou Qingfeng's situation was even worse. As the walls continued to be smashed, he would become the target of the enemy's concentrated fire sooner or later.

No matter how powerful it is, no matter how strengthened it is, it can't compare to a large number of people. When Zhou Qingfeng emptied two revolvers, his aura was at its peak. But he didn't have time to reload, and the fire outside the house pinned him down. No matter how brave he is, he is no match for others with more guns, "Fuck, don't let me seize the opportunity. Otherwise, I will smash the heads of all of you."

And here comes the opportunity.

In another house not far from Zhou Qingfeng, Minsk staggered out of the house, wearing a neck brace and with stiff feet. This burly giant had a ferocious expression, holding a clumsy and heavy m2hB heavy machine gun in his hand, aiming at the enemy 20 to 30 meters away with the ammunition belt and starting shooting.

When the gunshots started to roar, groups of broken flesh and limbs exploded outside Zhou Qingfeng's room. The 12.7mm ammunition is so powerful that any target hit will be reduced to powder.

With the sound of gunfire, dozens of enemies were beaten and fled immediately, but the huge recoil of m2hB also caused great damage to Minsk. He vomited blood while firing. But the firepower never stopped, and he persisted until the entire ammunition chain was fired.

After the ammunition chain was shot, Minsk collapsed to the ground, unable to afford serious injuries.

But that's enough!

"I'm going to kill you bastards!" Zhou Qingfeng heard the direction of the gunshots, and knew that it was Minsk's desperate rescue. Waiting for the gunshots to stop, he immediately jumped up from the floor, and the two Colt 'boa constrictors' that had been reloaded spewed out bullets again.

Fernando Resno didn't know where he went, and in front of Zhou Qingfeng were all kinds of gunmen running around. The elite mercenaries have been killed by his unique skills, but he has not yet left the battlefield and remains in a strengthened state.

Even if he didn't need to be 'smart and alert', the gunshots in Zhou Qingfeng's hands continued one after another. He even chased the enemy and shot, kept shooting, and shot wildly. After he emptied the magazine again, he picked up a rifle on the ground and began to shoot precisely.

Fernando's subordinates completely collapsed, and Zhou Qingfeng, who was chasing after them, was simply invincible. It's a shot when you meet each other, it's a shot when you meet your head, it's a shot when you hear the sound, if the gun hits, the gun will kill!

"Dare to come to my house to make trouble, do you think my place is a playground? Fernando, Fernando, where are you bastard? Die for me! Don't you want to hold a wedding? I'll send you to hell to hold a wedding!"

Waiting for the butcher to come out of the house to help, only to see that the murderous Zhou Qingfeng had already slaughtered almost all the people outside the house. (To be continued.)

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