Chapter 65 I'm a Bit Fierce (Have a Nice Saturday)
The first time the gunfire rang out.
Dean shouted to Harry: "Harry, get out of the car!"
The police car is not a bulletproof car, only the door position is reinforced with steel plates.
Usually when a gunfight occurs, the police usually turn the front of the car to the dangerous area and rely on the engine or wheel hub as a cover to fight back.
Harry's reaction was no slower than Dean's.
The two of them hid on the side of the car at the same time, avoiding frontal attacks from enemy bullets.
Almost at the same time.
The sound of breaking glass was heard.
The poor police car made a helpless crunching sound.
The enemy set fire to the police car!
Dean's expression changed.
Listen to the sound.
The enemy is in front, at least four of them.
There is no obstruction around.
at this time.
Amidst the violent gunfire, Malago shouted for them to retreat.
Dean rolled his eyes.
Even with the cover of Malago, it is easy to be hit by the densely flying bullets when getting into the car now.
However, Malago's actions made Dean's impression of him much better.
Malago has a bad mouth.
But when something happens, there is no ambiguity at all.
Harry encountered this kind of scene for the first time, and he looked horrified: "FK, Dean, do you want to run? We don't even have a gun now."
"Running away now is just a target!" Dean looked around, exhaled a fiery breath, and said slightly excitedly: "The enemy is not far away, I will find a way to kill them!"
The dispersion of alcohol and the stimulation of gunshots.
Dean felt his adrenaline surge rapidly, his whole body felt hot, and he was intensely excited, constantly impacting the violence he had been suppressing.
He pushed Harry away, crawled under the car to Malago's side, and grabbed the pistol at his waist.
The waist was touched.
Marago turned around and saw Dean, his old red face flashed with anger: "Take that nigger and get out of here. I don't want to be blamed for not protecting you and losing the Texans after I die." s face!"
Dean ignored him and quickly checked the pistol in his hand.
This is Harry's favorite M629 revolver. It is loaded with six rounds. The barrel is very thick. It uses the powerful 11.176mm Magnum pistol bullet. Once hit, it will either kill or severely maim.
Under the influence of Pistol Mastery.
The various performance characteristics of this revolver kept appearing in Dean's mind.
But within two or three breaths.
Dean felt like this revolver was an extension of his hand. He knew everything about it, giving him the false illusion that he and the gun were one.
Ta-ta-ta~
Enemy bullets keep coming, getting closer and closer.
The other side is suppressing and getting closer at the same time!
Listen to the bullets.
While determining the positions of several gunmen, Dean calculated the frequency of their reloading, wiped the dust from his face, and shouted to Marago: "After five seconds, suppress with full firepower, believe me!"
After saying that, he wriggled to the other side like a worm.
"madman!"
Malago guessed what Dean was going to do, and after calling him a madman, he calculated the time and without any hesitation, he stood up and pulled the trigger at the other party at the risk of being shot.
Almost at the same time.
Dean jumped up like a cheetah and rushed to the other side of the road.
This changes suddenly.
The attacker was caught off guard.
The angle Dean chose was too tricky.
The gunman facing Dean was reloading, while several others were suppressed by Marago without fear of death and cowered on the ground in fear.
"Someone is coming!"
"FK, he's too fast!"
The gunman opposite Dean hurriedly inserted a new magazine and prepared to pull the bolt and load the gun.
He is too amateurish.
For modern semi-automatic rifles, as long as the bullets are not used up and the magazine is changed, there is no need to pull the bolt again to load the gun.
That's all the delay.
Dean had already rushed out for more than forty meters, covering several enemies within fifty meters, and he raised the revolver in his hand without hesitation.
"Die!", the gunman from Dean's direction finally pulled the bolt and pointed the rifle at Dean.
He didn't believe that someone could hit him with one shot while running so fast!
next moment.
Bang~
A ball of fireworks roared out from the thick barrel of the revolver.
The gunman who had just stood up had his head explode like a watermelon. The huge impact made him lean back heavily, and he fired the rifle at random towards his head.
"Sean!!!"
Only then did the gunman's companion react.
Before they could make any move.
The muscles in Dean's legs suddenly swelled, causing him to jump up and bring the three gunmen lying on the ground not far away into the shooting field of view.
There was no hesitation.
Revolver roared.
Three gun flames shot out in mid-air.
The battlefield is quiet
far away.
Marago's finger was firmly on the trigger of the M4 that had been drained of bullets. His mouth was wide open and his eyes were blankly looking at Dean, who had landed gracefully.
FK.
Am I hallucinating?
Just a few seconds.
It was as if he saw God himself.
"This gun is pretty powerful." Dean gasped, shaking his painful wrist.
Take a short break.
He just imitated the appearance of the western cowboy in the movie, turned the revolver, and then blew the muzzle of the gun.
The sense of ritual cannot be missing.
Put the gun away.
Looking at the four rotten watermelons exploding on the ground, Dean himself was a little surprised: "I'm a bit fierce."
He never thought that he was so awesome now!
Run and jump quickly.
Four shots, four headshots.
Strong core strength, ultra-fast reaction nerves, and mastery of pistols like a man and a gun in one.
All three are indispensable.
For the first time, Dean saw his own horror after combining his 'strong physique' with 'pistol proficiency'!
"It's just that my endurance is a little bit low." Dean felt his heart still beating violently and shook his head: "It's a bit difficult to rush out a hundred meters with all your strength."
Dean's endurance is considered excellent among ordinary people of his age.
But the rest of his configuration is a bit over the top.
Explosion focuses on the energy provided by squeezing flesh and blood in an instant.
This is like a person who doesn't save money. Although he has a salary of 6,000 yuan every month, it may be difficult for him to immediately withdraw 2,000 yuan.
That's what Dean is like now.
Endurance has become his shortcoming.
He realized that if he wanted to maintain an all-out burst for a long time in the future, he would have to increase his endurance limit!
far away.
Hear the movement disappear.
With an anxious look on his face, Harry bravely stuck his head out of the car's cover.
Seeing this, I was stunned.
Why is Dean across the street?
Marago, this old guy, was like a sculpture, holding the M4 and stepping on the edge of the road, making a shooting posture without fear of death, motionless.
Harry realized that the battle was over and said timidly: "What's the situation now?"
His words awakened Marago, who was in a state of dementia.
He breathed out the breath of alcohol and said solemnly to Harry, a nigger: "The battle is over. Your companion is very strong."
After finishing speaking, he seemed to feel that his description was not accurate enough, so he added: "So very, very powerful that I want to marry my daughter to him now!"
Harry:? ? ?
The other side.
After Dean's heartbeat calmed down, he picked up the rifle on the ground and looked at the sunken terrain not far away with a solemn gaze.
Four gunmen were killed.
But no information came from the panel.
It means there are still enemies!
Thanks to the book friend ‘Black Bean Emperor’ for the 6,500 book coins reward. Thanks to the boss. Congratulations on becoming a deacon.
Happy Saturday everyone.
In addition, the third round of recommendations advanced.
The promised four chapters will be added.
Two more chapters will be added first.
Today and tomorrow, there will be three updates.
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