Volume 2 Chapter 594 Crescent Moon

Chapter 594 Crescent Moon

After shooting, Lord Xiong yelled loudly, and the words he uttered were murderous.

"ah!"

The man standing at the front of the crowd looked at his companion who had been shot dead, and ran towards Zhang Xiaoqiang yelling. His face was twisted and ferocious, his hands didn't move, and he ran straight to him. His eyes were full of despair. The man had given up arresting Zhang Xiaoqiang A look of death.

"rush……"

As soon as the man moved, Lord Xiong who was standing behind took advantage of the heat and roared out, pointing to the sky and fired two more shots, Master Xiong's two gunshots were whipped in the hearts of everyone, they shouted in unison, full of despair and anger. Hope to rush towards Zhang Xiaoqiang together.

"Male Gobi..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang yelled, and fired the np22 in his hand, the bullets flew out, he automatically entered the dynamic vision, a grain of bullets flew towards the eyebrows of those men, and his left hand slowly reached for the spare clip, he did it with one mind and two minds in the dynamic vision use.

Men's eyebrows were unscrewed by the flying bullets and their flesh penetrated into their heads. As long as they were shot by the bullets, they would no longer feel any sensation. Men fell down, men were tripped by fallen people, and people kept falling. Stepping on the back of the tripped man, he continued to rush towards Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was quite calm, his wrists were motionless, his fingers kept moving, and the corners of his eyes were still scanning the crowd. Finally, he found the middle-aged man standing at the back and looking at him coldly, Lord Xiong.

The last bullet was fired, Zhang Xiaoqiang slid out of the empty magazine, inserted his left hand into the magazine like lightning, the sound of shooting continued, his left hand continued to fumble for the magazine bag on his waist, with dynamic vision, Zhang Xiaoqiang seemed to be opened Goldfinger, as long as he maintains the continuous firepower of the pistol, he is confident that he can shoot and kill everyone who rushes forward.

When firing the third bullet, Zhang Xiaoqiang touched the magazine bag with his left hand, and two of the three 15-round spare magazine bags he had prepared were empty. There were two bullets in the magazine, even his spare magazine, and he complained in his heart, so he could only bite the bullet and continue shooting, hoping that those men would be frightened by him in the end.

Fired two bullets again, Zhang Xiaoqiang deflected the muzzle of the gun, he wanted to kill the master Xiong who was hiding behind, the thief was the first to capture the king, just as he deflected, he saw Master Xiong's only remaining one eye staring at him like a poisonous snake, with both hands Holding a silver-gray pistol, the black muzzle was aimed at him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang felt chills in his heart, the double guns in Lord Xiong's hands rang out first, two bullets were fired from Master Xiong's double guns almost at the same time, the bullets spinning in the air flew straight towards him, the dynamic vision allowed Zhang Xiaoqiang to predict the flight direction of the bullets The track and the ultimate goal are exactly his hands. Obviously, Lord Xiong wants to capture him alive.

With the greatest threat in sight, Zhang Xiaoqiang no longer cared about the men rushing towards him. He only had those two bullets in his eyes. When the pistol was fired, the slow-paced gunshots entered his eardrums, and the four bullets collided with each other in mid-air, changing directions and flying around.

"Bump..." The third bullet was shot by Zhang Xiaoqiang, and the target was Master Xiong who was holding a gun. Master Xiong is an old man, and he was extremely cautious after countless times of desperate life. When Zhang Xiaoqiang fired his gun, he turned his head slightly, In the past, Zhang Xiaoqiang killed people with bullets in the eyebrows, and killed him with a single shot. Master Xiong was betting that Zhang Xiaoqiang's bullets would be aimed at the center of his eyebrows.

Master Xiong won the bet, the bullets whistling across his cheeks, tore off his ear, and the ear was blown away by the bullet. Before the blood oozes out, the great pain has already hit Master Xiong's nerves.

Lord Xiong didn't scream or cover his ears with his hands. He just frowned and fired again without hesitation. This time he didn't believe in his marksmanship anymore. He fired both guns one after another, and he fired eight bullets.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was surprised that he had missed, but he couldn't ignore the flying bullets. He moved his fingers repeatedly and shot all seven bullets in the gun chamber in a short period of time. Coming towards his right hand.

In the space between Zhang Xiaoqiang and Lord Xiong, fourteen bullets collided with each other, sending out little sparks and flying around. Two men running towards Zhang Xiaoqiang were hit by stray bullets and screamed. Ben Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand holding the gun.

Although Zhang Xiaoqiang had dynamic vision, his right hand was not trained enough to dodge the bullet before it flew. In desperation, he turned his wrist and faced the bullet with the back of the gun.

"Ding..." np22 was shaken violently, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't hold the pistol anymore, and let it fall under the wheelchair.

"Papa..." There were two more gunshots, and Master Xiong fired the last two bullets in the pistol.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't watch any bullets flying this time, and didn't calculate where the bullets landed. When Lord Xiong retracted his fingers, he lifted the side of the wheelchair and brought himself and the wheelchair down together.

Two bullets flew over the wheelchair one by one and landed behind Zhang Xiaoqiang. The other bullet hit the rim of the wheel that was turning sideways and made a strange noise. It got into the back of the chair and brought out a piece of sponge, which passed through Zhang Xiaoqiang's waist.

Lord Xiong has a habit of only having two pistols on his body, without spare magazines. Seeing that Zhang Xiaoqiang dodged the last two bullets, he put the empty gun into the holster at his waist, pulled up his sleeves, and a pair of halo-reflecting The fine steel chain dart is tightly wrapped around the arm.

Zhang Xiaoqiang fell on the ground instead, just about to stand up, when he saw the crowd rushing towards him, the nearest man was only five or six meters away.

In a critical moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the triangular thorn and waved it casually. The triangular thorn flashed a short distance and stuck it in the man's neck. The man didn't seem to notice, his eyes sparkled with excitement. In his mind, Zhang Xiaoqiang had no gun in his hand. He was the one who got the head start, and as he was about to get close, he opened his arms and opened his mouth wide, wanting to howl happily.

"Flop..." The man didn't cry out, but fell down at Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet, the triangular thorn inserted into his neck artery kept bleeding his blood, and he lost his last strength in the flying blood.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't stay where he was, he rolled sideways on the ground, and during the rolling, he threw out triangular thorns one by one, and the excited and inexplicable men lost their lives in the last joy, and fell to the ground without saying a word.

Zhang Xiaoqiang shot eleven triangular thorns in a row and killed eleven men. He missed the last one, and the triangular thorn stuck in a man's shoulder, causing the man to howl loudly.

Zhang Xiaoqiang practiced marksmanship all day, his wrist was extremely numb, and then he was hit violently, the twelve triangular thorns made him almost lose the strength to raise his hand.

Without the triangular thorns, Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled over and over again. He saw that the corner was only a line away from him. As long as he fell outside, the situation here would definitely be discovered by the camp sentry. At that time, he would be able to wait for support if he persisted.

This line of distance seems to be a joke from the heavens. A chain dart as nimble as a poisonous snake spitting out a letter silently entangled his legs. Zhang Xiaoqiang's legs had just been entangled. Before he could move, a huge force Come down from the chain dart and drag him to the ground.

Zhang Xiaoqiang lay on the ground and watched the surroundings flashing quickly, one by one ferocious and distorted faces flashed by him, Zhang Xiaoqiang yelled, waving his arms on the ground, trying to grab something to fix himself.

The ground was very smooth, and there were no stones embedded in the ground for him to grab. In the end, he caught a big foot wearing sneakers. Zhang Xiaoqiang violently turned the person over, grabbed the person's body, and wanted to drag him. His chain dart delays a bit.

It's a pity that Master Xiong, who was dragging the chain dart, was strong enough, he didn't care about adding another person, he just dragged Zhang Xiaoqiang to the depths, in front of him, several people rushed towards Zhang Xiaoqiang with fishing nets, at this time, they still didn't Willing to give up capturing Zhang Xiaoqiang alive.

The man who was overturned and hugged by Zhang Xiaoqiang regained his senses, howled loudly and hugged Zhang Xiaoqiang back, Zhang Xiaoqiang bumped his head on the brow bone of the man, knocking the man unconscious, in a slight dizziness, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt his body stop, and the chain stopped dragging Pulling, without thinking too much, Zhang Xiaoqiang strangled the man's neck with his left hand and exerted all his strength, sweeping the man left and right as a weapon.

With a scream, Zhang Xiaoqiang then sat up and saw a man holding a fishing net fell to the ground. The man's right foot was twisted in a strange posture. The man's leg was broken by the humanoid weapon in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand.

Zhang Xiaoqiang only saw this, the chain darts wrapped around his legs dragged him down again, the sound of rattling metal chains could be heard, a long and thin metal chain was thrown in a semicircle by Master Xiong, and swung down violently , the thrown metal chain slammed into Zhang Xiaoqiang's left hand with a big wave at lightning speed.

Like a piece of fiery coal being thrown on his arm, Zhang Xiaoqiang's left hand couldn't hold the man, so he let go. After he let go, the severe pain made him retract back to his abdomen. At this moment, a piece of Fishnets covered him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang never imagined that one day he would be caught by a group of ordinary people with fishing nets, which made him angry, and he struggled crazily in his anger.

I don't know what material the fishing net is made of. As Zhang Xiaoqiang struggled to tighten it, Zhang Xiaoqiang lost his physical strength rapidly, and waves of fatigue and dizziness hit him. He didn't want to give up. He made up his mind that he would die. Can't let others capture him alive, Zhang Xiaoqiang can't afford to lose this person.

The dizziness made his ears roar, the noises of the men around him shouting, his heavy panting, and the rustling of his body rubbing against the ground all came into his head one after another.

The bondage became stronger and stronger, making it difficult for him to breathe, his brain became congested, and his eyes became dizzy. Through the fine mesh, everything around him was blurred.

"Huh...ha...huh...ha..." Zhang Xiaoqiang could no longer hear the sound, and all the surrounding sounds were meaningless and noisy, in this noise. The only thing he could make out was his own breathing.

Slowly, slowly, the extent of Zhang Xiaoqiang's struggle became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a subconscious struggle, as if he could no longer move.

The crowd gathered outside slowly gathered around, they knew how powerful the people in the net were, the previously dense crowd became sparse, and the missing half died in the hands of Zhang Xiaoqiang, they didn't know that Zhang Xiaoqiang was really exhausted They are still pretending, they are very careful, Zhang Xiaoqiang has already fallen into the net, and most of their tasks have been completed, although many people died, as long as they are not the ones who died, they don't want to worry about that leisurely.

A wretched-looking man walked up to Xiaoqiang carefully, through the big net, poked him lightly with his finger, saw that Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't move, then pushed him with his hands, but still didn't move, the man felt relieved and jumped. On Zhang Xiaoqiang's body, he yelled rice, woman.

Seeing this, other people rushed forward one after another, together with the previous man, they were not on Zhang Xiaoqiang's body and pressed him down, cheering from their mouths.

"Tear..." Like a crescent moon, the shimmering mouse king blade cut through the fishing net, and lightly drew an arc on the right side of Zhang Xiaoqiang.