Thick black smoke rose under the arcade. Through the smokey smoke screen, He Zifeng gradually revealed his body. He looked at the broken limbs under his feet, then kicked them away, and then turned around and walked forward.

This place is still a long way from the world. He looked back at the car not far away and snorted coldly.

He Zifeng stood there in a daze, then turned his head and looked at a tall building in the distance, and a cold smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Did he find me?"

The gunman hiding in the building was shocked. The location of He Zifeng was nearly a thousand meters away, which exceeded his effective range. He could not guarantee that he could hit He Zifeng with a single shot.

The harsh sound of brakes came. He Zifeng turned around and saw a car stop beside him. Prince Ma jumped out of the car with Mauser in his arms. After watching the surrounding situation, he said to He Zifeng: "Master, are you okay?"

"gun!"

Prince Ma looked at the hand that reached in front of him and was stunned for a moment, then handed Mauser out. He Zifeng didn't say much. He skillfully picked up the gun and pointed directly at the window where the gunman was ambushing a thousand meters away. Then he raised his arm three times, as if he was adjusting the scale.

After just a while, at most he could only breathe, but the gun in He Zifeng's hand rang.

The gunman ambushed in the high building sneered. How could he hit him at his own position, one thousand meters? He didn't think He Zifeng could be so powerful, and from the perspective of the opponent's position of lifting the gun and shooting, it was obviously a bit biased. In this case, it was impossible to hit him, so he still squatted at the window and looked at He Zifeng with a ridiculous look.

The gunman held the gun, and he ignored He Zifeng's discovery, because once he entered the range, he could hit the opponent as soon as possible, but at this moment, a sharp roar came from the sky, which was the whistling sound of the bullet rubbing against the air. It was very light but extremely sharp.

The gunman raised his head, but he saw nothing, and felt a sharp pain on his forehead. Then the light in front of him gradually returned to darkness. He might not know how he was shot until he died.

Prince Ma's eyes were full of horror. He clearly saw the head of the big rice grains in the distance leaning back. Before he could react, He Zifeng threw Mauser directly to him, and then pulled off the vest on his body.

Prince Ma looked at He Zifeng in front of him. He felt that it was not He Zifeng who always looked warm before. At this moment, he was like an upright spider with teeth and claws, no! It cannot be said to be a spider, but a real wolf spider!

The special holster was on his back, and the guns inserted diagonally on both sides were like spiders' claws. He Zifeng just held two Brownings and walked slowly forward.

"Master! What are you doing? You can't do this, it's too dangerous."

Prince Ma shouted a little crazy. He didn't have to look at He Zifeng's face, and the murderous aura that rushed towards him had already suffocated him.

"Is this the real Mr. He?"

Yes, this is the real He Zifeng. His steps gradually accelerated. Prince Ma chased after him. He saw He Zifeng turning to the street. Just as his figure disappeared from his sight, the gunshots rang.

The gunshots were very fast, and with screams, as soon as Prince Ma turned the corner, a bullet hit the wall beside him, and the splashed stone chips covered his face.

Four or five corpses were already lying on the ground, and He Zifeng's steps did not stop. He just walked forward, without any speed, occasionally with a few subtle avoidances. There were many gunmen behind the pillars of the arcades on both sides. This shows that Fu Xiao'an made up his mind this time and must kill He Zifeng.

Prince Ma shortened his lower body. He wanted to raise his gun to cover He Zifeng, but as soon as he aimed at one, the other party fell directly. It was not that Prince Ma's shooting skills were not good, but that He Zifeng was too efficient.

Each target who was shot was hit by at least two bombs, and one of them would definitely hit the critical position. In just one moment, two more were added.

He Zifeng's eyes were blood red, his wrists shook violently, and the magazines were taken out, and then knocked them around his waist. Two of them were empty in the magazine bag used as a belt.

Prince Ma stood behind and looked blankly. He found that the reason why He Zifeng's firepower was so strong was entirely because of the equipment he designed himself.

Those equipment can effectively reduce his loading time, and because of this, his firepower has almost never stopped.

Just imagine, when a person shoots a bullet and spends tens of seconds to find a new magazine and install it on it. The gap time in between is enough to change the position of his opponent several times.

He Zifeng will not spend time changing positions. His loading time only takes three seconds. Even if the other party has not completed the loading, he can still walk to the other party and complete the shooting.

His movements are simple and effective, almost bringing out his efficiency to the extreme, which is why he can suppress people on the street by himself.

The whole street can only be described as a scattered person. The two handfuls of Browning in He Zifeng's hand almost showed the characteristics of the flower mechanism. At the same time, during his filling, a few black things would occasionally be thrown out of him.

The gunshots were mixed with explosions. In just a moment, He Zifeng had already flowed through half of the street, leaving behind corpses on the ground and wounded who were screaming and wailing without combat effectiveness.

There is no need for Prince Ma here. He put away his gun and followed behind He Zifeng silently. The gunshots gradually became thinner. He Zifeng's steps were still firm. He stood firm, then took a step forward and stood at the interface.

The Browning in his hand was blazing with a faint blue smoke, and the barrel of the gun was slightly red.

Prince Ma stopped and looked at He Zifeng not far away, as if he was looking at an insurmountable mountain. The afternoon sun was a little dazzling. Prince Ma couldn't see He Zifeng's face clearly, but he could imagine that He Zifeng was tough and cold-blooded at this moment.

Looking at the gunman lying all over the floor indifferently, He Zifeng threw away the gun in his hand and his lips squirmed.

"Go and tell your master that after today, I, He Zifeng, will definitely take someone else's head!"

On the empty street, the bloody words made the screams that came one after another weaken a little. Prince Ma swallowed his saliva, and he just watched He Zifeng turn around and move forward.

In the distance, the building covering the sun was highlighted after the smoke disappeared. He Zifeng's eyes narrowed slightly, his steps were very steady, without any intention of pausing.
Chapter completed!