Chapter 845

He quickly turned around and said with a smile: "little brother, whether you are scolding me or not, I recognize it. Well, give me the gun first, and then I'll let your family go. How about this deal? Is it reasonable?"

"No!" Su Nian stubbornly shook his head, blinked his big watery eyes, and laughed childishly: "Let me tell you something, I just told you to 'get away'. I also wanted to give you the gun and dream about it. Now you have only one choice. Get away now and let me have a good meal. Second, let me test whether the gun is a real gun or a toy gun. To tell you the truth, I haven't played with a real gun yet. I've always asked my mother to buy one from me, No In foreign countries, only adults who have obtained a gun license can be regarded as legal possession of guns. "

In Su Nian's mouth, one moment is domestic, one moment is foreign, one moment is an adult, and one moment is a person with a gun certificate.

The short man is surrounded by clouds and fog!

Now the short man almost knelt down and begged Su Nian to return the pistol to him.

Seeing that the short man had no intention of rolling the ball, Su Nian couldn't help explaining the history of the pistol in his small hand to the short man.

"If I'm not mistaken, your pistol should be a 54 semi-automatic pistol. This kind of gun is modeled on the tt1930 pistol of the former Soviet Union. This kind of pistol is characterized by poor accuracy, but the firepower is OK. I really don't understand. Can't you robbers get some high-end goods to rob? It's a shame for robbery. Use this old thing to rob Robbery, I really don't know what to say about you. "

Speaking of this, Su Nian deliberately aimed the collimation at the short man's head. Now the distance between them is only about two meters. As long as Su Nian doesn't tremble, he can basically shoot the short man in the head with one shot.

"If I shoot you in the heart now, you have about five seconds of consciousness time. If I shoot you in the head, your consciousness will stay for two seconds. But if I hit you in the middle of the eyebrow, it is estimated that you will die completely in 0.7 seconds. How about you, do you want to try?"

Su Nian easily said these theoretical knowledge about guns, which made everyone present stare at the strange child in front of him.

I'm only four or five years old. How can I know so much.

If Su Nian takes part in any elective program, it is estimated that it will soon spread all over the country.

In the confrontation between the short man and Su Nian, although Su Nian does not have an age advantage, he absolutely abuses the short man in terms of psychological quality.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand that if a person holds a gun and points it at your head, there is almost no one who can pretend to be relaxed in the choice between life and death.

What's more, now holding a gun is a moody child. Who knows if he will shoot at the next moment.

Just as the short man was about to retreat and wanted to leave with his own people, an earth shaking shooting burst suddenly sounded.

Soon, the short man's chest spewed a column of blood directly, and the turbulent blood even splashed on Su Nian's young and naive face.

The bullet running at high speed did not stay in the short man's body while penetrating the short man.

But through the short man's body, he flew into Su Nian's heart.

"Bang!"

After the loud noise, Su Nian's innocent eyes stared at his heart.

Then he tilted his head, as if still wondering why he had been hit. The brilliant red blood gradually overflowed from Su Nian's young body, and the blood flowed continuously into a blood column.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Su Nian's skirt had been soaked with blood.

With a "puff", little Su Nian just felt his brain fainted, and then fell off the high seat.

Fortunately, Su Hao stepped forward and held the injured little Su Nian in his arms.

"Dad, I feel so painful. Am I going to die?" as the atrial half membrane was scratched by bullets, the blood in Xiao Su Nian's heart surged up and overflowed from his mouth.

When Su Hao saw that little Su Nian was hurt, he looked quiet and lovely. His heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of sharp knives. He felt a deep pain in his heart.

At this time, Su Hao felt a sense of sadness that had been cut off for the first time. Tears inadvertently blurred Su Hao's eyes.

Slowly, the hot tears, like accumulated magma, ran across Su Hao's cheek and fell on Xiao Su Nian's young face.

Little Su Nian's consciousness began to blur with the rapid passage of blood. But when little Su Nian saw Su Hao's tears, he couldn't help stretching out his fat little hand. Suddenly, his cold little hand was covered with blood and wiped the tears on Su Hao's cheeks.

"Dad, why are you crying?" little Su Nian didn't realize that he was getting closer to death. Even in his young heart, he didn't even have a concept of death.

Just a vague consciousness.

"Dad, it seems that my mother used to cry late at night. However, my mother said that my mother said it was not tears, but missing, so she named me Su Nian."

The feeling of choking in his throat, like a stone, pressed on his heart, so that Su Hao could not make any sound anyway.

It seems that at this moment, Su Hao can only express that he has heard what Xiao Su Nian said by choking.

"Dad, am I going to die?" because there was too much blood in her throat, Xiao Su Nian frowned and coughed hard: "I used to raise a butterfly in my garden. Suddenly one day I couldn't find it. My mother told me that the little butterfly died and went to a more beautiful world. Am I going to that world, too? My mother said that there was no pain in that world, right?"

"No! You won't die. Dad hasn't taken you to the amusement park yet. Didn't you say you wanted to go to the amusement park with me? If it wasn't the amusement park, would you call the police and catch me?" Su Hao took a deep breath, but the choking stones in his throat made Su Hao very miserable for every word he said.

Little Su Nian's little white and fat hand gradually became weak and slipped from Su Hao's cheek. When little Su Nian's watery eyes closed slowly, Su Hao clearly heard a word.

"Dad, that's a lie. Mom said you were the best dad."

"Poop!"

The little hand gently fell on Su Hao's thigh and hung powerlessly. It was like a colorful butterfly dancing. At this moment, it lost its wings and fell between the remaining flowers and turned into fine soil.

Looking at the little Su Nian who was as angry as a hairspring, Su Hao lost his mind in an instant.