Chapter 8: Playing with Guns (Part 2)

A pocket revolver made by swiss fan Nigun, after simple modification, design, paint and polishing, instantly became a very lethal and exquisite deadly weapon. It is only 2.16 inches in length, weighs 19.8 grams, and has a diameter of only 2.34 mm. However, the bullets shot out are enough to penetrate the skull of ordinary people.

The factory fire rate of this mini pistol is actually only 122 meters per second. Generally speaking, when the speed of the bullet reaches 100 meters per second, it can penetrate the skin of the human body, and the bullet is lethal. This mini pocket pistol modified and designed by Chen Ming can instantly fire the speed of 320 meters per second, completely reaching the level of a normal pistol, and can easily shoot the group of people in front of you.

Obviously, the younger brothers trained by Tang Xiaoran were not a professional team. When they saw the brothers rushing in front, they lie on the ground and twitched. They were stunned. They were all gangsters who were not doing their jobs. They may have seen some scenes, but in this gun-controlled China, they have never seen real guns except in the movies.

Chen Ming's shooting skills made everyone present dumbfounded!

Although some of them were killed by their elder brother, they were definitely not the kind of loyal dead soldiers. They also had family, wives or girlfriends. They gathered around Tang Xiaoran for only one purpose, that is, for money.

So they are also afraid of death. They are dead and there is nothing left. Who wants to?

"Come on! Come on! I have more than ten bullets now. Even if I add the time to change bullets, it will be no problem to kill more than half of you! The money belongs to Tang Xiaoran, and your life is yours!"

Chen Ming's eyes were also red for a moment, and his eyes were filled with anger, like a lit flame. Even in the dim box, there was a sharp light of fire!

Tang Xiaoran, who were present, was stunned. They also knew that if they rushed forward, they could certainly kill Chen Ming to death on the spot, but they would also pay a heavy price. With the shooting skills Chen Ming had just shown, it would be absolutely fine to die more than half of them. The key is, can each of them guarantee that they will not die?

"Hey... Brother Chicken Mau, Mr. Tang Xiaoran is the best for you. At this time, you should rush to the front, open the way for your brothers, and kill this bastard!"

A little brother standing behind the hand-held steel pipe instigated.

The little brother with half of his yellow hair dyed a little yellow haired "sn't you go" and said, "Get out, you might as well let me die. You see that the two lying on the ground are all shot on the forehead! Theirs! Report me to me quickly. This kid killed someone here today and couldn't escape! Let's keep the entrance, there is a surveillance camera in the room, and the video of this kid killing has definitely been recorded."

At this time, the little brother named "Jimao" was still a little brain-wrenching and knew that rushing up would be a death. It would be better to keep the entrance and hold the door of the private room, so that Chen Ming could not get out, and then report the meditation, and let Chen Ming be arrested by meditation for illegally carrying guns and malicious homicide.

"Yes! Chicken Mao said! Let's not fight him head-on! Keep the entrance first! Just let this little bastard run away! Leave the next thing to Uncle Jingcha!"

"Yes! Yes! That's it!"

"Quick! Stop the bleeding of the boss, carry him out, and call him 120!"

So, at the suggestion of Jimao, a group of little brothers carried the seriously injured Tang Xiaoran and gradually withdrew from the private room. Tang Xiaoran was bleeding too hard, so the little brothers had to press the sofa cushion on his face to stop the bleeding.

Seeing that the little brothers had retreated and were temporarily safe, Chen Ming slowly sat down, took out the red soft-packed red panda that cost 10 yuan a pack in his pocket, and started to suck out panting.

Chen Ming knew very well that although he was not afraid of the scene just now, he was really afraid afterwards. He was definitely betting just now. If there were some younger brothers trained by Tang Xiaoran, who were trained by the elder brother, who were not afraid of life and death, and rushed forward, then he would definitely die. Close combat was definitely not Chen Ming's strength.

Second, Chen Ming lied about the number of bullets just now. Anyone with some common sense knows that a revolver has only six bullets in the revolver. Moreover, since the revolver has no safety device, the first bullet hole is generally not loaded, so in order to avoid fire, Chen Ming usually only loads five bullets. After Chen Ming took out the pistol, he had already tapped the revolver with his fingers, which proves that at this moment, there were actually only five bullets in Chen Ming's pistol.

Chen Ming had already used two bullets to scare away the two men Tang Xiaoran before shooting, but when he said harsh words, Chen Ming had only three bullets in his pistol!

Even if one shot can blow two people's heads, it is impossible to "kill more than half of them as Chen Ming said."

This is also thanks to the fact that China is a country where guns are banned. Civilians do not know much about guns and equipment. If this were changed to foreign countries, everyone would know revolvers well, and it would be impossible to get away with it just now.
Chapter completed!