Chapter 822 Don't Point a Gun at Me (Second More)

Mu Fan's heart surged with blood. For him, the most annoying thing is being pointed at the head with a gun, so he squinted his eyes and looked at the other party, and said four words coldly: "No comment."

Then he looked at Falcon, ready to wait for the man's opinion, but he didn't expect the performance of this powerful S team captain, which almost made him suffer from internal injuries.

Falcon saw Mu Fan's questioning gaze, and after seeing the circle of rifles and heavy artillery around him, he subconsciously took away the cigar, raised his fingers tremblingly and pointed at Lin Deke in fright, and the words in his mouth were even more awkward:

"you you……"

"How can you do this! We are people from the higher-level military department. Why are you embarrassing us after reading it just now!"

Seeing that the officer leading the team on the opposite side was so angry, Lin Deke felt an indescribable joy in his heart.

However, when he glanced at the people next to him, he was a little confused, because the faces of those people were a little weird...

The wizard with closed eyes opened his eyes and looked at the falcon. The gentle light wave, the taciturn wing, etc., all of these people turned their attention to the falcon. Finally, the wing with the least sense of existence cleared his throat, with a helpless expression on his face. look.

"Boss, you acted too much."

"That's right, it's too fake."

"You're not even willing to throw away your cigar."

The surrounding echoed, and when Guangbo pointed to the cigar in Falcon's left hand, the major general finally lost his face and looked at the group of unscrupulous men dissatisfied.

"Hey, let me throw away the cigarette? Is he worth this cigar? You can praise me to die!?"

Then he put the cigar in his mouth again, and he didn't bother to refill it with the lieutenant colonel in front of him.

The red cigarette butt flickered on and off, and then Falcon patted Mu Fan's shoulder to signal him to return to the team under the aim of a group of guns, and then walked a few steps to Lin Deke, looking at the The lieutenant colonel breathed a strong smoke into the opposite face.

The choking caused the other party to practice coughing, and there was a crackling sound, and the soldiers behind Lin Deke opened the insurance one after another.

In other words, as long as they pull the trigger now, this middle-aged man dressed like a mercenary will be beaten into a hive.

Falcon was half a head taller than Lindek, looking down at him at the moment and smiling.

"Are you thinking too much? Didn't you hear what I said before? You, have no qualifications, do you need me to say it again?" After speaking, he licked his ears.

Three consecutive questions directly made Lindke's face turn into a pig's liver, and then he pushed away the other party's left hand holding the cigar.

"Guys who don't even dare to reveal their military ranks, do you really think this is in the military? I'm not asking for your opinions. I'm just stating a fact. If we delay our 149th Division's investigation of the truth, then I can't guarantee what they will do."

Lin Deke said viciously, he was about to lose patience no matter whether the other party understood the current situation or not.

Falcon lowered his left hand holding the cigar again, looked at Lindek with a stubbled face, and said lightly: "You think I'm asking for your opinion? Do you think I'm easy to bully because of my temper?"

He casually shook off the cigar in his left hand, rubbed his wrists, and moved his lower neck.

This subtle move made the eyelids of the group behind him twitch at the same time, and Marsh standing next to Mu Fan whispered, "The boss is going to get serious."

"For the sake of being a soldier, I reiterate that what you are doing now is exceeding your authority. I will give you three seconds to put the gun away by yourself. I don't have to pursue it."

After hearing Falcon's routine warning, Lin Deke snorted out of his nasal cavity with a smile on his face, waved his palm, and the soldiers behind him spread out and surrounded them.

"Three, two, one."

Falcon was still in that sloppy manner, counting three times without sincerity, so that Hei shouted desperately in Mu Fan's ear that it only took less than 1.5 seconds.

"It's over in three seconds, and then?" The corners of Lindek's mouth curled up, his eyes were fierce. Now that Quinton is dead, he is the Iris Family's account collector on planet E75.

A superior military department, how dare you drag him?

"Then...you really don't know how to live or die."

After saying something softly, Falcon, a very charming middle-aged uncle, showed a charming smile.

Step forward gently, and then the soldiers around feel their eyes blur.

The figure of the originally sloppy middle-aged man turned into a blur in an instant.

Mu Fan's pupils shrank violently.

Even he didn't see the falcon's movements clearly!

Because under his terrifying eyesight, the falcon's movements still had an afterimage.

He could only vaguely see that after Falcon took a step forward, he then exerted force centered on this left leg, and the whole person suddenly turned around 360 degrees, and then the right leg, which had been charged for a week, struck out like a switchblade.

Of course, only an afterimage was seen.

Boom!

Then these soldiers saw that their deputy division commander had a stern look on his face one second, but his eyes glared out the next second, and his body arched like a cooked prawn.

Immediately, the whole person was kicked heavily...more than five meters away.

His back hit a flat rock wall, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were red with anger.

"How is it? Do you feel much more comfortable after spitting out a mouthful of congestion?"

Falcon made a joke, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the soldiers were actually planning to shift their guns to shoot at him, and shook his head.

A sigh rose in the air: "I'm really sick of having a gun pointed at me."

A strange smile appeared on Falcon's face, his hands were folded into his arms, the black leather windbreaker was raised back high, and the moment his body bent, his whole body spun extremely rapidly until it became blurred.

At this time, both hands were finally pulled out from the bosom, and after a cross over the head, the arms were stretched to the maximum, and they turned into a phantom in an instant with the rotation.

In this phantom, there seemed to be countless falcons in a static posture.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Countless flames emerged from this phantom, and countless sparks also burst out from the sides of the soldiers' guns.

Mu Fan, who was staring at the side, became even more shocked in his eyes!

At some point in Falcon's hand, there were two heavy single-handled shotguns that were half a meter long.

One for each hand.

Now there are nearly a hundred people around, but in the eyes of everyone, the momentary stillness of the falcon is completely different.

This is……

360-degree shooting without dead ends!

Mu Fan opened his mouth wider and wider. For the first time, he felt that the firearm could still be used like this.

Ding ding ding ding, countless bullet casings with gunpowder smoke fell to the ground.

Around him, except for those members of the Flying Dragon who remained silent, the... rifles in the hands of all the soldiers who were pointing their guns at him were all blown away by the pervasive shotguns.

Miraculously and horribly, they were unscathed themselves.

The spinning figure disappeared, and the windbreaker raised high fell down.

Standing in front of his body with his hands parallel to his shoulders, two huge shotguns emitted a lingering smoke...

But at this time, Mu Fan looked out of the corner of his eye and found a soldier hiding beside them suddenly pulled out a rifle from behind again.

He flicked his right foot and wanted to rush over and kick the man away.

However, the Falcon with his back to them suddenly released his hands holding the shotgun, allowing the two hand cannons that had just caused a huge destructive effect to fall freely, and then staggered his hands into his ribs.

boom!

Two black muzzles protruded backwards along the ribs.

Before the soldier had time to straighten his rifle, a bright flame burst out, and he was shot three meters away with the gun.

"Huh~"

With a charming smile, Falcon, who pulled out the two hand cannons again, tilted his head and glanced around, sighing, "I told you a long time ago, don't point the gun at me."

"Ho... ho ho... I still have... mechs."

In front of him, a weak voice came, and Lindek's eyes that were trying to open were filled with a fierce light.