Turbid eyes burst, and the middle-aged man reached out to hold Vincent's leg and was avoided by Vincent.

"I'd like to, I'd like to, help me first, I'll do whatever you want!" The middle-aged man asked hysterically.

Vincent loathed to let go. If this was not the first business, he would not have saved it. It was also social garbage.

This middle-aged man borrows usury because of gambling. It's very pitiful to be forced into debt, but it's also his own fault. If he doesn't quit gambling, he will never get up.

But this man is good enough to pay their commission and the original debt.

Under the expectant gaze of the middle-aged man, Vincent stepped back and looked directly at the tattooed man and said, "now, I'm ready to go wild."

"Ha ha ha ha!" The tattooed man laughed a few times when he heard Tianda's joke, and suddenly pulled the trigger of the pistol cleanly, "go to hell!"

"Bang" a shot, leopard brother side of the people laughing, Vincent brought people all face changed.

For a moment in the human senses, Vincent heard not only the crackling sound, but also the subtle sound in the object that the other party used to point to himself, followed by the wind breaking sound caused by the friction between metal and air.

Danger!

Vincent's face changed a little, he moved quickly and jumped to the two meter high cargo box like a tiger.

Such a short distance, with the accuracy of tattoo man, can definitely be killed in one shot.

Vincent avoided a fatal blow aimed at the heart, but he was still not faster than the bullet. Something hit his arm and there was a burning sensation.

The weapon of mankind is really powerful. He is still the enemy of love.

When Vincent was upset, the room full of people were shocked, including a few brought by Vincent, which all forgot the reaction.

Vincent looked at a small hole in his arm, and his face was angry. He squeezed his fist. His arm muscles bulged bigger and harder, and the blood was forced out of the hole.

"Ah!" Vincent's mouth roared like a wild animal.

The roar echoed in the closed workshop, making the eardrum buzzing, and the air seemed to vibrate slightly.

Only heard the "Ding" sound, a particle with metallic luster flew out of Vincent's arm, and the bullet was squeezed out by powerful muscles.

Vincent stopped shouting, and the workshop was silent. Only the bullets on the ground were jingling. The sound was very sharp, stimulating people's nerves.

"No way, how can a man be faster than a gun?" Tattoo man is loyal to his fear. His hands and feet are soft. He can't hold some guns stably. He shoots several more times in a row. The accuracy is not as good as before.

Vincent leaped away from the bullet and came behind the tattooed man in a flash. He grabbed his gun hand in one hand, and firmly grabbed his neck in the other hand, and then smashed it against the wall.

Gao xiupang and others opened their eyes and said, "here comes.".

That's how the bald head was killed.

However, when the tattooed man's head was one centimeter away from the wall, Vincent suddenly paused and instead pressed his head against the wall.

"I'm here to do business today. I don't kill people."

Vincent's breath was sprayed on the tattooed man's nose and mouth. The tattooed man swore that he smelled the smell of blood. His body trembled, a stream of urine came out from his legs, and the color of his crotch was dark.

Vincent immediately stepped back and, of course, touched the pistol he might have threatened himself.