Chapter 130

Buddha said well that no matter how good his martial arts are, he is afraid of kitchen knives.

Fu Hongchen's kitchen knife is not an ordinary one.

In the face of the former king of guns, the sharpshooter with a hundred strides.

With Zhao Wenqi's strength, no matter how powerful, I'm afraid we can't escape death.

When Zhao Wenqi saw the double guns in Fu Hongchen's hand and the breath of the king of guns, she felt guilty instinctively.

Although master taught her Qin's mental method, she only practiced it for a few days?

These days of practice, just a little higher than before.

Just now, I had a taste of the good news and I was full of confidence.

Can see the other side actually moved double gun, also can't help but the heart has Pang Huang.

Seeing the master sitting on the top of the car smoking a cigar, Zhao Wenqi hardened her head and gave her heart a horizontal.

With the flying knife in hand, strike first.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast the throwing knife is, it's only the king of cold weapons.

How can it be compared with modern high-tech hot weapons?

Buddha said that he had seen pigs on trees, but not people who had avoided bullets.

Especially the bullets of Fu Hongchen.

His marksmanship is enough to kill his opponent dozens of times before he shoots.

But Fu Hongchen didn't plan to kill Zhao Wenqi with one shot. He was confident that his bullet could hit any part of the other side at will.

So he just needs to put down Zhao Wenqi and settle accounts with the young man sitting on the roof.

It's also a way to earn some face for Buddha.

After all, killing Zhao Wenqi is tantamount to pulling the foyun society directly to the opposite of the fifth master, so fu Hongchen has a problem in mind.

No matter what, give Zhao Wenqi this crazy girl a downfall.

At the gate of Wencheng villa, two figures stand quietly under the snow light.

The whole field was silent and the needle fell.

The evening wind blows up the corner of their clothes, which makes the silence more serious and weird.

In the hall, the Buddha carelessly picked up his tea cup and took a sip.

Tea, steaming, sets off the calm of Buddha.

Under the walls on both sides of the hall, more than 20 elites of foyun society stand majestically.

They are not worried about Fu Hongchen who rushed out just now, because so far, no one has escaped from the bullet of Fu Hongchen.

Not before, and today is no exception.

Unless he shows mercy.

Hu Guosen and his son, however, were sweating and terrified. They sat there in fear.

They have lost once and can't afford to lose a second time.

Seeing that Buddha was so calm, Hu couldn't help looking out.

Buddha laughed, "Guosen, don't you even worry about Fu Hongchen?"

Hu Guosen said with an embarrassed smile, "no, no, how can you be worried."

"The masters of foyun society are like clouds. Even if the surname Qin has a hundred courage and three heads and six arms, I'm afraid he can't leave alive today."

Buddha light smile, "in this case, what are you worried about?"

"Young people, depending on their abilities, have a high profile. This is understandable."

Buddha looked at one of his subordinates, "go out and tell Fu Hongchen, leave him a breath, let Guosen father and son solve it by hand."

Let Hu Guosen and his son solve the problem by themselves, but the Buddha has given great face.

"Yes! Buddha. "

When the other party went out, outside the hall, Zhao Wenqi and Fu Hongchen moved.

The two men shot almost at the same time.

Knives and bullets ignite the rhythm of the night.

Swish, swish, swish -

Zhao Wenqi's three throwing knives are the three key points of his opponent.

Eyebrows, throat, heart.

Bang Bang Bang -

Fu Hongchen fired with both guns, left and right.

Four bullets, late, first.

Dangdangdang -

three bullets hit Zhao Wenqi's throwing knife.

A string of sparks.

The fourth bullet came through the air, straight to the heart of Zhao Wenqi.

Zhao Wenqi looks flustered when the double gun is faster than the throwing knife.

Although I've heard of Fu Hongchen's shooting skills for a long time, I didn't expect that he was so powerful.

Four shots in a row, three bullets will be their own knife, the remaining one is about to take their own life.

Zhao Wenqi's heart went out.

Meanwhile, Qin Mu, who has been sitting on the roof of the car, frowned slightly.

Hiss.

It's like a meteor in the sky.

The cigar in his hand bounced out and hit Zhao Wenqi's last bullet.

Mars four cheap, bullets dangling to the ground.

A figure swoops down on Fu Hongchen.The other side's speed and unique technique make it impossible to defend.

Just as Fu Hongchen raised his hand to defend himself, "pa pa -"

the two guns were snatched, and he got two sharp blows on his face.

Fu Hongchen was so angry that he didn't even have a chance to dodge.

He was about to get angry when he saw Qin Mu's height of 1.8 meters. They were less than 20 cm apart, staring at himself.

By this pair of eyes a stare, Fu Hongchen's momentum immediately short other people half.

At that moment, Fu Hongchen had a kind of fear he never had.

The other side is too evil. With the strength of his sharpshooter, he has lost even without seeing the shadow of the other side clearly.

Especially the end of the cigar, with a flick of his finger, shot down the bullet.

Such a terrible strength is really incredible.

Fu Hongchen's heart is shaking. He finds that he has no courage to fight again.

The other side's momentum is strong enough to make him bow to the throne.

Qin Mu's eyes lock on Fu Hongchen.

"So is the king of guns!"

The wrist shakes and the muzzle of the gun points directly at Fu Hongchen's eyebrow.

"Why don't I teach you how to play with guns today?"

Fu Hongchen was born as a king of war. He was willing to gamble and admit defeat. He was inferior to others. What else can he say?

Eyes closed, "shoot!"

Dozens of guards at the gate of Wencheng villa saw that Qin Mu had killed him. They all nervously raised their guns and glared at each other as if facing the enemy.

Qin Mu's contemptuous eyes swept the group of people coldly and looked down on them.

Just about to pull the trigger, a group of people rushed out of the hall.

"Wait!"

Buddha came out.

Behind him, dozens of heavily armed Gunners ran and quickly surrounded Qin Mu and Zhao Wenqi.

The Buddha in his early 40s has his left hand behind him and a string of Buddhist beads in his right hand.

The dress of the coarse cloth gown and the pure handmade black cloth shoes at the foot are exactly the appearance of a teacher.

Calm, calm.

"Buddha!"

Fu Hongchen shouts in a friendly way and lowers his head to show great respect.

Buddha?

Seeing this man, Qin Mu was stunned.

How could the famous Buddha look like this?

It's quite different from the image in my imagination.

So what?

Even though you are famous, you are respected by thousands of people.

Even if you are powerful and powerful.

Now that you've provoked me, I'll let you go.

He colluded with Hu Guosen and his son, framed QIANJIAO group, and hired killers to assassinate.

If you piss off Laozi, I don't care whether you are the fifth master or the Buddha.

Qin Mu Hu eyes around, regardless of the shooters behind, killing everywhere.

With a burning eye, he is approaching the Buddha.

"Are you Buddha?"

"I am the Buddha."

"Let's make a deal!"

"You say it

"How about using you and his head to cover the whole person's account?"

All of a sudden, mufoye's gun was on his forehead.