"It's really unlucky..."
"Maybe this is my punishment..."
Seeing that Zhang Ximeng stopped struggling, a few yellow-haired men suddenly appeared with a triumphant smile on their faces. They looked at each other and tried to pull Zhang Ximeng into the shabby KTV nearby.
However, as the saying goes, the protagonist always appears in the finale.
Louis arrived as promised and kicked the yellow-haired man who was holding Zhang Ximeng's wrist away.
Of course, Louis actually did it on purpose. After all, he acted too early, and given the other party's personality, he would continue to act unreasonably.
So Louis decided to scare Zhang Ximeng first.
"You bastard! Where did you come from? Alpaca, you kicked me to death."
The yellow-haired man who was kicked to the ground stood up in a panic. While speaking, he took out a folding fruit knife from his pocket and flashed a cold light, "You little bastard, get out of here. This is none of your business. Don't meddle in other people's business. You're making a lot of shit and piss!"
"You want to die? I'll satisfy you!"
Zhang Ximeng was standing behind Louis at this moment. She shuddered all over and looked at Louis with some surprise.
She had clearly checked that the other party had not followed her.
However, the most important thing now is not this, "Do you have a gun?"
Zhang Ximeng whispered.
Louis was stunned, the gun...
It’s true, he has now passed the third test and is indeed capable of wielding a gun.
As for the pistol, Shen Tianzong gave it to him not long ago when he came out of the logistics department.
The yellow-haired people around were not deaf. When they heard the gunshot, they looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.
But the yellow-haired man who was kicked was only angry at the moment. He shouted: "What are you pretending for! And you have a gun, do you think you are a policeman?!"
"What are you pretending to be, Big Tail Wolf?"
Under everyone's surprised gaze, Louis slowly took out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at the head of the yellow-haired man in front of him.
"Little white face, you still pulled it out, I bet your gun is fake!"
"Bang--"
The bullet shot out quickly from the pitch-black muzzle, spiraling towards the yellow-haired man, glancing past his ear, splashing a streak of blood, and piercing through the wall of the alley behind him with a bang.
"Who said there's no bullet in my gun?"
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