Chapter 102 Gun Fighting Technique
Amidst the wailing, the coffin slid down.
Fortunately, Gus had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he rushed up to hold him up, otherwise, the Blood Ancestor, who has been active across the European continent for more than a dozen centuries and has been active from the ancient Roman era to modern times, will fall from his throne——
Although among the demon hunters, it is the filthiest creature in the world, but the blood ancestor has never lacked followers, and they regard him as a god.
"Humanity……"
The blood of the wounded flowed into the coffin through the cracks, dripped on the face of the blood ancestor, and slipped into his mouth. It twitched and whispered.
Immediately afterwards, a hoarse voice came to Gus' ears: "Son, take me across the river."
Below the bridge is the rushing water, in this place, the Blood Ancestor will be extremely weak.
Like a devil's whisper, Gus was stunned. He nodded involuntarily, opened the iron door of the van, and worked with others to carry the coffin in.
the other side.
Under the pressure of several snipers, Lu Li decided to reveal some of his strength, as a deterrent to those behind the scenes, so that they would not dare to act rashly.
bang bang bang!
Lu Li raised his pistol and rushed out of the cover quickly. The speed was so fast that he left behind an afterimage. There was no need to evade tactically, because the sniper's eyes could not catch him.
And those gang members with short sticks and pistols were torn leg muscles by 9mm Parabellum pistol bullets before they could react, and they were destined to live in wheelchairs for the rest of their lives.
This 9mm bullet has a special meaning at the beginning of its design: if you want to achieve peace, you must first prepare for war.
It's just that Lu Li had some good intentions, and he didn't want to kill them. He just shot at the calf and arm, which made them lose their fighting spirit and combat effectiveness.
But there are too many opponents.
More than 20 gang members hid behind the truck, waiting for Lu Li to change the magazine. Although the time was short, it was enough to kill a person.
M.
The head on Lu Li's neck is worth five million dollars. Even if he can't complete this task, as long as he stops his way and helps Gus cross the bridge smoothly, he can share three million dollars equally.
Because of this, for these street gangsters, even though there were casualties in this fierce battle, this deal is still a good deal.
However, the situation did not develop as expected.
The Beretta pistol with a capacity of only seven rounds suppressed them with extremely high precision in a very short period of time so that they did not dare to show their faces.
At this moment, Gus, who was temporarily out of the blood ancestor's mental control, was lying under the carriage, waiting for the situation to stabilize. He had to cross the bridge before the sun came out, otherwise the employer would make him pay the price in blood.
"Get rid of him!"
"No one will hold you accountable, this is the employer's promise!"
When the words fell, a big white man with a shaved head set an example. He rushed out of the bunker with a short-barreled shotgun and pulled the trigger indiscriminately. .
But the next moment, there was nothing else except the sound of the lead shot hitting the metal cargo box and rebounding.
Almost at the same time, a black shadow appeared in front of the little gang leader. There was a bang, the gunfire was dazzling, and the white man fell to the ground instantly, scarlet blood seeping into the cracks in the ground.
After emptying the last bullet in the magazine, Lu Li raised his hand and pulled out the shotgun without any hesitation, pointing to the crowd beside him, he said, "I've captured you all, throw away all the weapons in your hands..."
"Shoot! Shoot!"
From the back of the carriage on the side, someone urged repeatedly: "There is only one person for him."
Someone stood up to organize an offensive, and the situation changed instantly. The street gangsters who were hiding in the streets took courage and frantically pulled the trigger on the area where Lu Li was.
The gunshots continued, and so did the howling.
Those punks who could have raised their hands and surrendered were killed one by one under this indiscriminate attack, adding up to a bounty of nearly tens of millions of dollars, which made everyone's eyes red.
Lu Li, who was experienced in gunfights, had already slid sideways and entered the bottom of the truck to avoid the sharp edge.
"Brother, let's meet again."
In the dark, Lu Li and Gus faced each other again, but the situation remained the same.
Lu Li pointed the shotgun at him like a cat playing with a mouse, and taunted, "A man should be equipped with a gun, so, are you going to use this small pistol to decide life and death?"
Gus' unruly nature made Gus ignore the gap and resolutely pulled the trigger. He didn't want to go to prison, let alone die, because there were still people at home waiting for him to eat together.
Gunfire roared.
Reaction speed involves various aspects such as eyesight, nerves, and muscles.
And these, Lu Li far exceeded the threshold of normal human beings. He also pulled the trigger, and the deer bullets turned into a rain of bullets, piercing Gus's arm and chest.
At this moment, Gus's eyes were fixed on Lu Li, his face full of disbelief.
Seeing the completely collapsed Mexican, whose breathing became weaker and weaker, Lu Li opened the bomb bay, loaded a buckshot into it, and said, "Don't complain, this is a fair duel, and I gave you a few tenths of a second. "
In western movies, when two cowboys confront each other, the one who draws the gun first is mostly the loser. Some people concluded that drawing the gun actively will actually be slower than drawing the gun subconsciously. faster than usual.
Lu Li didn't quite agree with this truth. That kind of movie was just to promote "the one who draws the gun first is ashamed, and the one who draws the gun last is the honor", which cannot withstand scientific verification.
The reason why he can win is entirely due to his strength.
Hearing the gunshots outside the car gradually disappearing, Lu Li looked at Gus who was on the verge of death, and said in a low voice, "God bless, if the ambulance can arrive at the scene within five minutes, you can still be saved."
After finishing the words, he stepped on the tires, kicked hard, slid out of the bottom of the car, and shot at the gathered crowd.
Production of this trench sweeper was completely discontinued in 1963. After nearly 50 years, it once again regained its glory in the hands of Lu Li.
Before dawn on this day, the self-proclaimed lawless thugs had a deep understanding of what violence and crushing mean.
I saw Lu Li transforming into a death reaper, dodging the hail of bullets while reloading ammunition. Every time the sound of pulling the pump was heard, it indicated that a killing art was about to be staged.
Because, in the face of absolute speed, even the bullets are half a beat slower. Even if the sniper doesn't care about the life and death of his companions, he shoots at will and exchanges the rate of fire for the hit rate, it still won't work.
"Fack! Go to hell, devil!"
After a small gang leader emptied the magazine, he was still pulling the trigger, looking like a madman.
At the same time, after warming up, Lu Li started close-to-body combat based on the principle of saving bullets.
The 200-kilogram heavy punches were continuously swung, and combined with professional footwork, one after another silhouettes flew upside down, almost incomprehensible.
At this point, casualties are inevitable. If you are lucky, your mandible will be broken and you will fall into a severe coma. If you are unlucky, you will be hit on the brow bone and die directly from intracranial hemorrhage.
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Elhorst and Palmer looked solemn. Everything that happened on the Queensboro Bridge was different from what they had imagined, except for the cat-faced man with his arms folded and his posture relaxed.