But the battle situation was just as Nanchen said. Those people were no match for them at all. Even if it was ten to two, they still lost miserably. The situation was completely one-sided. Those people were not worth watching at all.

Lu Wanwan observed for a while and felt that he could win if he went up to fight. The

reason why Han Jingmo stood aside and watched coldly was that he should have seen that those people were not good enough. Besides, he had no reason to help Nanchen and Leng Zhifeng.

Within ten minutes, the ten people were lying on the ground wailing, all of them were knocked down.

Nanchen hooked his finger at He Cheng and provoked him, "You come."

He Cheng's face was extremely ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Shameful idiots, get back!"

The ten people struggled to get up, limped back, and barely supported their bodies to stand behind He Cheng.

"Just give up like that?" Leng Zhifeng sneered sarcastically.

"Give up?" He Cheng's eyes were sinister, with a hint of excitement and madness in them, and his right hand suddenly reached into his windbreaker.

Lu Wanwan blinked, and felt that according to the routine of the TV series, he would take out a grenade in the next second.

However, after He Cheng took out his hand, he did not take out a grenade, but a gun!

Seeing this, his men behind him also took out their pistols.

A rough count showed that there were more than ten people holding guns!

Lu Wanwan was stunned. It is illegal to carry a gun!

What kind of people are they! It

is completely beyond her cognition!

I thought it was just a fight between street thugs, but now it's almost a gang fight...

If they start shooting, won't Han Jingmo and the others be shot into a sieve? ! No matter

how good they are at fighting, how can the body dodge bullets! Lu Wanwan touched his phone several times with trembling hands before taking it out. Should he call the police?

But Han Jingmo stood there without moving, and even his expression didn't change at all. He was completely indifferent to the scene in front of him, and looked at them calmly.

Nanchen laughed twice, and together with Leng Zhifeng, he also took out a pistol from his body and said slowly: "Whose shooting skills are faster?"

At this time, Han Jingmo's eyes changed for a moment, looking at the guns in Nanchen and Leng Zhifeng's hands, a hint of... interest flashed in his eyes.

Lu Wanwan was sure that she saw it right. It was interest!

Master's!

He Cheng's mouth curled up with a strange arc: "No matter how fast you two shoot, can you be faster than a dozen of us?"

Nanchen shrugged: "We can only try." After that, he said to Han Jingmo on the side: "Today's matter has nothing to do with you, you should leave."

Leng Zhifeng also said: "Don't die here for no reason."

Lu Wanwan bit his lower lip. No matter what, Nanchen and Leng Zhifeng were ordered to protect him. If something happened here, he would always feel uneasy.

"Who dares to run!" He Cheng raised his pistol, pointing the dark muzzle at them: "No one is allowed to leave, all of you stay here!"

"He Cheng, we are the ones you want to settle accounts with, it has nothing to do with him!" Nanchen frowned.

"Nothing to do with him? Who let him stay with you tonight? You killed him!" He Cheng laughed twice with a hoarse voice, very proud.

"Do you know who he is?" Leng Zhifeng said stiffly: "Let him go, you won't regret it!"

"Isn't he just a pretty boy actor? I have more celebrities than he has acted in!" With this roar, veins popped out of He Cheng's forehead, he raised his chin and gritted his teeth: "You are unlucky to be with them today." "

Unlucky?" Han Jingmo seemed to smile, and walked towards Nanchen.

As soon as he took a step, He Cheng pointed his gun at him.

Lu Wanwan's heart suddenly rose to his throat. He Cheng was in a state of panic now, and any movement could force him to shoot. Han Jingmo actually dared to move around openly.

But the strange thing is that He Cheng saw that he just walked towards Nanchen and did not shoot. He seemed to think that he was not worth mentioning. He laughed strangely: "You are quite good at seeking death."

Han Jingmo hummed: "Yes, he is seeking death."

"Hahaha!" He Cheng laughed a few times and stared at him with gloomy eyes: "I like people who have enlightenment, but you still have to die!"

"Okay, take a look at your gun before you die." Han Jingmo said, seemingly ignoring He Cheng's reaction, but in fact, he must be staring at him with the corner of his eyes, and he quickly snatched the gun from Nanchen's hand.

He Cheng saw this scene and tightened his finger on the trigger slightly.

Lu Wanwan's eyes suddenly widened. If she pressed the trigger, the muzzle of the gun would be pointed at Han Jingmo's head... She didn't dare to imagine what the consequences would be.

Nanchen was also stunned. What did this man want to do? He even tried to snatch his gun at such a critical moment. But he had to admit that he was quite quick and he didn't even react.

With the muzzle of the gun against his head, Han Jingmo still had no expression on his face. He even turned the gun in his palm smoothly for a few circles, and his voice was calm and steady: "German P229 pistol."

"Oh, nowadays actors know about guns?" He Cheng asked in a strange tone.

"I've seen it on a movie set before, but I've never played with a real gun. I'm a little curious." Han Jingmo explained, which was rare for him to say a lot.

Lu Wanwan felt a chill in her heart. A quiet person suddenly became talkative, which meant that something was wrong. Could she rush over to block the bullet for Han Meiren before He Cheng went crazy?

But she dared to guarantee that if she went out now, the frightened He Cheng would definitely shoot immediately.

And He Cheng, who was on the other side, laughed a few more times after hearing what Han Jingmo said: "A pretty boy who is still imitating others to play with guns, be careful not to blow his own dog head off, then you can't expect this face to be kept by a rich woman!"

His men behind him also laughed, as if celebrating the victory in advance.

"P229, caliber 9mm, effective range 50 meters..." Han Jingmo said softly, and suddenly raised his right hand holding the gun. Without even aiming, he quickly and accurately pulled the trigger. A spark flashed, and the bullet shot out rapidly. Before anyone could react, it accurately hit He Cheng's wrist holding the gun.

With a bang, He Cheng's pistol fell to the ground.

Han Jingmo's wrist moved slightly, and he quickly pressed the trigger. Several more bullets were fired, hitting the wrists of other gunmen completely.

All this happened in a flash, and Lu Wanwan didn't even have time to blink. All the gunmen on He Cheng's side were hit in the wrist, and their guns fell to the ground, with wailing everywhere.

Probably because of the silencer, all the bullets were fired without any sound.

But the terrible howling in the air, the bloodstains on the ground, and the smell of blood in the air all describe everything that happened here.

"The magazine capacity is 12 rounds, and the hit rate is better than M4006." Han Jingmo continued with the previous words, and turned the gun in his hand twice: "But the grip is not as good as P226." Then, he threw the pistol back to Nanchen.

"Have you played P226? No!" Nanchen's face turned black: "You fucking used up all my 12 bullets, what else can I play!"