Chapter 594

After shooting, xiong Ye drinks, and his words are full of linglie's murderous spirit.

"Ah

The man standing in front of the crowd, looking at his partner who was shot, roared and ran to Zhang Xiaoqiang. His face was twisted and ferocious, and he ran straight to him without any movement in his hands. His eyes were full of despair. The man had given up arresting Zhang Xiaoqiang and looked like he was going to die.

"Chong ·······"

When the man moved, xiong Ye, who was standing behind him, took advantage of the heat to strike iron and roared out. He pointed to the sky with two more shots. Xiong Ye's two shots were whipped in everyone's heart like a whip. They all drank together and rushed to Zhang Xiaoqiang with despair and hope.

"Malagobi"

Zhang Xiaoqiang yelled at him and fired np22 repeatedly in his hand, and the bullets flew out. He automatically entered the dynamic vision, and the bullets whirled to the men's eyebrows, and his left hand slowly extended to the spare cartridge clip. In the dynamic vision, he achieved the dual purpose of one mind.

Every man's eyebrows were twisted by the bullets flying in, and their flesh got into their heads. As long as they were shot by the bullets, they could no longer feel anything. There were men falling down, men tripping over the fallen people, and people stepping on the back of the tripped man and continuing to pounce on Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is quite calm, his wrist is still motionless, his fingers are moving repeatedly, and the corners of his eyes are still scanning the crowd. Finally, he finds the middle-aged man, xiong Ye, standing in the last face and looking coldly at him.

When the last bullet was shot out, Zhang Xiaoqiang slipped out of the empty cartridge clip and put his left hand into the cartridge clip like lightning. The sound of shooting continued to ring, and his left hand continued to grope for the cartridge bag at his waist. With dynamic vision, Zhang Xiaoqiang was like a golden finger. As long as he kept the continuous fire of the pistol, he was confident that he would shoot all the people who came up.

When shooting the third bullet, Zhang Xiaoqiang's left hand touched the cartridge case, and two of the three 15 rounds of spare cartridge case he had prepared were empty. Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly remembered that his one-day shooting practice had not only emptied the bullets in the ammunition box, but also his spare cartridge case. He complained in his heart that he could only continue to shoot with a stiff head, I hope those men will be scared by him in the end.

When he fired two bullets again, Zhang Xiaoqiang deflected the muzzle of the gun. He wanted to kill Xiong ye who was hiding behind him. The thief captured the king first. Just after deflecting, he saw xiong Ye's only one eye staring at him like a poisonous snake, holding a silver gray pistol in both hands, and the black muzzle was aiming at him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang felt cold in his heart. The two guns in Xiong's hand sounded first. Two bullets were fired from Xiong's two guns almost at the same time. The bullets spinning in the air flew straight to him. Dynamic vision let Zhang Xiaoqiang predict the trajectory of the bullets and the ultimate goal. It was his hands. Obviously, Xiong wanted to capture him alive.

With the biggest threat, Zhang Xiaoqiang no longer cares about the men who rush at him. He only has the two bullets in his eyes. He is calm and quiet. His fingers move. The two bullets fly out of the muzzle one by one. When the pistol is fired, such as the slow-paced gunfire, the four bullets collide with each other in mid air and fly around.

"Touch... The third bullet is shot by Zhang Xiaoqiang. The target is xiong Ye with a gun. Xiong Ye is an old man. His countless lives make him extremely cautious. When Zhang Xiaoqiang shoots, he slightly tilts his head. Before, Zhang Xiaoqiang was shot in the middle of the eyebrow. Xiong Ye is gambling that Zhang Xiaoqiang's bullet will be aimed at his eyebrow.

Xiong Ye won the bet. The roaring bullet cut his cheek and tore off his ear. His ear was taken away by the bullet. Before the blood oozed out, the huge pain had been on xiong Ye's nerves.

Xiong didn't scream or cover his ears with his hands. He just frowned and didn't hesitate to shoot again. This time, he didn't believe his shooting skills any more. He fired two guns in succession and eight bullets were shot by him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was surprised that he missed, but he couldn't turn a blind eye to the bullets. He repeatedly pulled his fingers and shot all the seven bullets out of the gun in a short time. He had a bad secret in his heart. He ran out of ammunition and another bullet came towards his right hand.

In the space between Zhang Xiaoqiang and xiong Ye, fourteen bullets collided with each other, sent out sparks and flew around. Two men running to Zhang Xiaoqiang were hit by stray bullets and screamed. The last bullet crossed the short space and went straight to Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand.

Although Zhang Xiaoqiang has dynamic vision, his right hand has not yet been trained to avoid the bullet before it comes. In a hurry, he turns his wrist and faces the bullet with the back of his gun.

"Ding ····" np22 was violently shocked, and Zhang Xiaoqiang could no longer hold the pistol and let it fall under the wheelchair.

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Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't see any bullets coming this time, and didn't calculate the impact point of the bullets. When Xiong ye put his finger in force, he lifted up the side of the wheelchair and brought himself down with the wheelchair.

One of the two bullets flew over the wheelchair and fell behind Zhang Xiaoqiang. One shot on the steel ring of the rolling wheel, making a strange noise. It got into the back of the chair and brought out a piece of sponge, passing through Zhang Xiaoqiang's waist.Xiong has a habit. He only has two pistols and doesn't carry a spare cartridge clip. Seeing that Zhang Xiaoqiang evades the last two bullets, he inserts the empty gun into the holster at his waist, pulls up his sleeve, and a fine steel chain dart reflecting the halo tightly wraps around his arm.

On the contrary, Zhang Xiaoqiang was on the ground. Just as he wanted to stand up, he saw the crowd approaching him. The man nearest to him was only five or six meters.

At the critical moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the triangle thorn and waved it. The triangle thorn flashed through a short distance and inserted it in the man's neck. The man didn't seem to notice it. His eyes were shining with excitement. In his mind, Zhang Xiaoqiang had no gun in his hand. His head skill was his own. He was about to get close to him. He opened his arms and mouth, and wanted to howl happily.

"Pounce..." the man didn't cry out. He fell at Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet and put his blood in the triangle thorn of his neck artery. In the blood dancing, he lost his last strength.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't stay where he was. He rolled on his side on the ground. During the rolling, the triangular spikes were thrown out by him. In the final joy, the excited and inexplicable men lost their lives and fell to the ground without saying a word.

Zhang Xiaoqiang shot 11 triangle stabs successively, killing 11 men. He lost the last one. The triangle stab was inserted into a man's shoulder socket, making the man howl.

Zhang Xiaoqiang practiced his marksmanship all day long, and his wrist was extremely sore. Later, he was severely hit, and he almost lost the strength to raise his hand with 12 triangular spikes.

Without the triangle stab, Zhang Xiaoqiang kept rolling. He saw that the corner was only one line away from him. As long as he fell outside, the scene here would be found by the camp sentry. He could wait for support if he insisted on it.

This distance seems to be a joke of God. A snake's smart chain dart quietly entangles his legs. Zhang Xiaoqiang's legs have just been entangled. Before he moves, a huge force comes from the chain dart and drags him to the ground.

Zhang Xiaoqiang lies on his back and looks around at the flash, and his ferocious and twisted faces appear around him. Zhang Xiaoqiang shouts and waves his arms on the ground to catch something to fix himself.

The ground is very smooth, and there is no stone embedded in the ground for him to grasp. Finally, he gets a big foot in a sneaker. Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly overturns the man, grabs the man's body, and wants to delay his chain dart.

It's a pity that xiong Ye, with his chain dart, has enough strength. He doesn't care to add one more man. He just drags Zhang Xiaoqiang to the deep. In front of him, several people run to Zhang Xiaoqiang with fishing nets. At this time, they are still unwilling to give up catching Zhang Xiaoqiang alive.

The man who was overturned and hugged by Zhang Xiaoqiang came back to his senses and hugged him back with a loud howl. Zhang Xiaoqiang bumped into the man's eyebrow bone and knocked the man dizzy. In a slight dizziness, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that his body stopped and the chain stopped dragging. He didn't think much about it. Zhang Xiaoqiang grabbed the man's neck with his left hand and made a sudden effort to sweep the man around as a weapon.

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

Zhang Xiaoqiang only saw here. The chain dart around his legs pulled him down again. He heard the sound of the metal chain. A long and thin metal chain was thrown out of a semicircle by Lord Xiong, and it was suddenly waved down. The thrown metal chain with a big wave was violently pulled at Zhang Xiaoqiang's left hand at the speed of lightning.

It's like a piece of red charcoal thrown on his arm. Zhang Xiaoqiang's left hand can't hold the man. He let go. After the release, the severe pain made him shrink back to his abdomen. At this time, a fishing net covered him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang decided that one day he would be caught in a fishing net by a group of ordinary people, which made him angry and he struggled madly in anger.

I don't know what the quality of the fishing net is. As Zhang Xiaoqiang's struggle gets tighter and tighter, Zhang Xiaoqiang's physical strength is rapidly losing in the struggle. Bursts of fatigue and dizziness attack his heart. He doesn't want to give up. He makes up his mind that he can't let others catch him alive even if he dies. Zhang Xiaoqiang can't afford to lose him.

Dizziness makes his ears roar, the noise of the men around him, his heavy breathing, the rustle of his body rubbing on the ground, all of which get into his head.

The bondage became stronger and stronger, making it difficult for him to breathe. His brain began to congest, and his eyes were a little dazzled. Through the small mesh, he could see that everything around him was fuzzy.

"Hu ·····················" Zhang Xiaoqiang can't hear any sound, and all the sounds outside are meaningless and noisy, which is reflected in this kind of noise. The only thing he could recognize was his own gasp.

Slowly, slowly, the scope of Zhang Xiaoqiang's struggle is getting smaller and smaller. In the end, it becomes a subconscious struggle, and it seems that he will not move.

The crowd gathered around slowly. They knew the strength of the people in the net. Previously, the dense crowd became sparse, and the missing half died in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hands. They didn't know whether Zhang Xiaoqiang was really exhausted or pretending. They were very careful that Zhang Xiaoqiang had fallen into the net, and most of their tasks had been completed, Although many people died, as long as it wasn't them, they didn't want to worry about it.An obscene looking man carefully went to find Xiaoqiang, across the big net, gently poked with his fingers, saw Zhang Xiaoqiang did not move, and pushed him with his hand, still did not move, the man relaxed, threw himself on Zhang Xiaoqiang, mouth shouting rice, women.

Others rushed forward, and the previous man did not press him down on Zhang Xiaoqiang, and cheered.

"Tear ··········" is like the crescent moon. The shining rat King blade cuts the fishing net, and lightly draws an arc on the right side of Zhang Xiaoqiang