Seeing the gun in the gun king's hand, Wan Kun was shocked. He swallowed and asked, "Who are you?"

This kind of gun is not something he usually sees.

It can be seen that the identity of the Gun King is definitely not simple.

"You're not qualified to ask, but if you don't put your guns away, I promise I'll blow your heads off in the next moment."

The Gun King's voice was cold.

Tang Xiaobao was drinking with a smile on his face, not caring at all, as if he was just a spectator.

He started the fire but was not responsible for putting it out.

"Just because you have a gun is so great, right? If you put it down now, we can still spare your life. Otherwise, I will kill you immediately. Do you believe it?"

Before Wan Kun could speak, someone next to him spoke.

The guy was tall and strong, holding a pistol in his hand, pointing it at the gun king.

He had been a soldier, and a special forces soldier at that. He had been a sharpshooter in the army, so he had some knowledge about this kind of gun.

But he knew better that no matter who it was, it was impossible for him to hold two sniper rifles at the same time.

There is only one possibility, this gun is fake.

He thought the gun must be fake.

"You think you can scare us with two fake guns?"

The man said coldly, "I'll count to three. If you don't come over here and kneel down and beg for mercy, I'll kill you first. I'm a former soldier too. Don't think you can scare people with two replica guns. I wasn't raised to be scared."

Tang Xiaobao shook his head: "You will suffer the consequences if you bring trouble upon yourself. You might really die today."

Bang!

With a gunshot, the man's head was blown off and blood mist flew everywhere.

The gun king actually fired.