"You, are you serious?"

Wan Kun shuddered with fear.

Everyone was stunned.

Bang!

It was only at this moment that the man who had spoken fell to the ground with a bang.

It has become a headless corpse.

The bullets for the Gun King's gun are specially made.

A headshot is really no big deal.

The gun king still pointed his gun at the people opposite him and said coldly, "Does anyone still doubt that this is a simulated toy gun?"

No one dared to speak.

Damn...

This gun is so domineering.

So cruel!

But no one put down their guns.

Bang! Bang!

The two gunshots actually overlapped and could not be distinguished at all.

Then, two more people fell to the ground beside Wan Kun.

Needless to say, their heads were blown off as well.

They wanted to shoot, but the gun king naturally wouldn't give them the chance.

Blood splattered all over Wan Kun and the others, staining their faces red.

Wan Kun began to tremble, and he was the first to put down his gun.

He finally knew what fear was.

What kind of existence are you facing?

The individual combat capability is so strong.

This shooting skill is also very accurate. Holding the sniper rifle with both hands, the shooting is so accurate. Also, the power of this bullet is simply too strong...

He was scared.

"Put the gun down, put the gun down!"

Wan Kun shouted quickly.

Only then did everyone put down their guns.

Everyone looked at the Gun King with pale faces.

"Do you really dare to kill someone?"

Wan Kun said tremblingly.

The gun king then put away the gun, put it back into the gun case, and carried it on his back.

Wan Kun and others breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang Xiaobao curled his lips and said, "I told you, killing you is like slaughtering a dog. Is there anything to question about that? Now, do you still want to bribe me? Do you still need me to kneel down and beg for mercy?"

"Kill him."

Wan Kun suddenly said.

Then, several guns were raised again.

The gun king's face changed, and it was too late to open the gun box again, so he frowned.

Tang Xiaobao waved his hand: "Let them shoot."

Bang bang bang bang...

There was a lot of gunfire.

But soon, the gunfire stopped.

Wan Kun and his brothers were now trembling with fear. The guns in their hands were still shaking. They stared at Tang Xiaobao with wide eyes as if they had seen a ghost.

Bullets, a barrage of bullets, all suspended in front of Tang Xiaobao.

This scene is very strange.

The Gun King also widened his eyes and swallowed.

This method is something I have never seen or heard of before.

But when he thought of Tang Xiaobao's two moves, he felt relieved again.

It seems that this is nothing surprising.

"Shoot, why don't you shoot?"

Tang Xiaobao looked at Wan Kun with a smile.

"Or, ask your brothers below to come up, or find someone to blow up this building as well? Aren't you awesome? Keep playing, I'm playing with you."

Wan Kun trembled and the gun in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

"Who are you anyway?"

He knew that he had offended someone he shouldn't have offended.

Tang Xiaobao's previous warning to him rang in his ears again.

He was so angry that his intestines turned green.

Why would you mess with such an evil spirit for no reason?

Now, with so many people dead and injured, how will this end?

The key is, can I survive today?

"You don't deserve to know who we are."

Tang Xiaobao continued, "But if we were to kill you, no one would be able to do anything to us. Oh, and by the way, how about you call the police? It might be a little troublesome for you, but at least, we killed someone, and maybe the police can help you get revenge."

Seeing his strange smile, Wan Kun immediately gave up the idea.

Call the police?

What a joke.

People died, there was a gang fight, and there were so many guns. How are we going to explain it then?

The key point is that he felt that Tang Xiaobao, who helped the Gun King, must not be an ordinary person, otherwise his skills and gun would be impossible to explain.

In a word, the two people in front of him must be terrifying existences that he cannot afford to offend.

"No, no, no, I was wrong. We were wrong. I'm sorry."

Wan Kun apologized repeatedly: "It's just a misunderstanding, it's really just a misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding and an apology, is that enough?"

Tang Xiaobao sneered, "Aren't you being too insincere?"

When Wan Kun heard this, he rolled off the wheelchair, knelt in front of the two men, and slapped himself several times.

I heard clapping...

A loud slap made his whole face swollen and several of his teeth fell out.

He smoked for a while, then stopped and yelled to the people around him, "What the hell are you still standing there for? Kneel down and beg for mercy from these two gentlemen."

The group of people followed suit and soon all fell to their knees.

For a moment, the sound of slapping

It keeps ringing.

The scene is truly spectacular.

There were still some people outside the door who didn't dare to come in, but the situation inside was clear to everyone.

Tang Xiaobao was a little tired of listening and said, "Stop it all."

Immediately, all these people stopped.

Everyone had blood coming out of the corners of their mouths, their faces were swollen, and they all looked like pigs.

But no one dared to feel any resentment, and they all looked at Tang Xiaobao pitifully.

"You're quite clever."

Tang Xiaobao looked at Wan Kun and smiled.

Wan Kun didn't dare to say anything and could only smile along.

But his smiling face is really a hundred times uglier than when he cries.

He really hated himself. He almost ruined his face.

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