It turns out that the people inside are indeed going to run away. After searching, there is no one else in it.

When Gao Yang and Talta returned to the door again, they were just about to catch up with Yarebin and walked over.

Talta spat fiercely at the dead man in the room, and then said angrily: "Dare you say I am a dead old man? Idiot!"

Gao Yang stood there, and the five old men of the Black Devil quickly stood in a circle, and then Lebedev whispered: "I have finished cleaning up, there is no living mouth, and no chance to catch the living."

Yarebin ignored Lebedev. He held a paper bag containing fried cheese in one hand and a crutch in the other. After looking up and down at Gao Yang, he nodded and said, "You are really strong, so strong that I can't imagine. I haven't seen a young man like you for too long."

After saying that, Yarebin flipped his wrist and said loudly: "You are almost the same as Talta's movements, the same time, and the effect, I don't know yet, but it should be the same, so from the situation I saw, you have reached the strongest level of the Black Devil in this field."

After breathing, Yarebin said with emotion: "It's been many years, I haven't seen it before. No, it's a guy I've never seen before that that person can be compared with the black devil in this item. You are the first one, so yours is really strong, and I feel it's incredible."

Rotstosky nodded and whispered: "It's really incredible, that's what I am."

"Yes, yes."

“It’s really strong.”

Yarebin shrugged, handed the bag in his hand to Gao Yang, and smiled and said, "It's very tiring to beat like this, because it's very laborious. You must be very tired. The fried cheese tastes good and it's hot."

Gao Yang took the fried cheese and smiled and said, "It's really tiring, it's really tiring. Well, it tastes really good."

Talta stretched out his hand and said, "So, give me a try."

Yarebin smiled and said, "I didn't look at the watch, but I know that from the time you start to shoot, I took seven seconds, from the time you start to shoot, I took four seconds, and waited for you to enter and then ended the shooting, and it took less than a second. What should I say? I can only say it is very good and powerful, I am very satisfied, I am very satisfied, I must praise my performance for you two."

At this moment, Talta suddenly reached out and picked up a piece of fried cheese, and said to Gao Yang: "You fired another shot."

Gao Yang shrugged, "Yes."

After looking at Gao Yang, Talta raised his eyebrows and shouted: "You are shooting my target, why?"

Gao Yang turned his hands back and forth twice before him. He spread his hands and said helplessly: "Because I think I need a shot."

Lebedev immediately said, "Go in and take a look."

Lebedev flashed into the house, and then a few people went in.

"This is the ram, this is the Talta."

After Lebedev said something, five old men, including Yarepin, said in unison: "You lost."

Five fingers pointed at Talta, and after staring at a corpse on the ground, Talta nodded and said, "Yes, I lost."

No one said anything to challenge, but everyone knew it. This was a competition between two people.

Yarebin looked at the body, then touched his chin with his hand and said with a tangled look: "Talta, you hit his cheekbones. But that's not deadly."

Talta said in a muffled voice: "I have already said that I lost."

The muzzles caused by Gao Yang and Talta are still easy to distinguish because Gao Yang's gun opened with a larger bullet hole.

Lebedev took a breath, Talta lost, he looked very unhappy, and after squatting down and looking at the corpse's face, his throat made another low muffled sound, and he shouted: "You hit the cheekbones, the ram hit his eyebrows, you lost a lot, this is the difference between the ten rings and off-target."

Talta looked up at the roof, then twisted his neck, raised his eyebrows and said, "I said it! I lost!"

Tarta began to grit his teeth, but Yarebin said slowly: "It's not just the difference between off-target and ten rings, the ram uses a caliber of 1911, 11.43 mm, with great power and great recoil. You use Makarov PB, 7.62 mm reducer ammunition, with little power and little recoil, so..."

Talta threw half of the fried cheese in his hand to the ground, then held his forehead with his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I lost a lot!"

Rotstosky frowned and said, "It's so damn, you represent the black devil, and you actually lost."

Grevatov also frowned and said, "And it's in the field you are best at, super fast and accurate shooting, which I can't accept."

Yarebin tilted his neck and pointed at Talta with his fingers, looking annoyed and regretful, but he just didn't speak.

The veins on Talta's forehead leaped straight, and he put down his hand and said angrily: "I lost a lot, so what? Whoever can do it! I don't want to repeat nonsense anymore!"

Vasily spread her hands and pouted, "Don't do this, I think it's okay. She lost, but how can she say it's miserable? She hit the cheekbones, and he has no ability to fight back..."

"Shut up, what do young people know?"

After angrily scolding, Lebedev shouted loudly: "If you lose, you lose. It's very miserable. Don't you dare to admit it? Young man, don't talk nonsense. It's embarrassing! The bullet that hit the cheekbones and didn't enter the brain at all. Is it impossible to guarantee that the enemy will lose the ability to shoot? Don't you know? Tell me nonsense, shut up!"

Vasily spread his hands towards Gao Yang, and then said helplessly: "I got into the Black Devil later than them. I am the last member. I am the youngest. I was led by Lebedev. He is my instructor and my boss. That's it."

Lebedev looked very angry, and turned to Talta and sternly said: "Stop drinking! Bastard!"

Yarebin waved his hand impatiently and said loudly: "It's not a problem with wine, it's the highest level of Talta. I know, it's very clear, so it's not a problem with wine."

Talta covered his forehead with his hands again, and then he said with pain: "Ah, ah! Damn, stop talking, I disappoint you, I lost, I lost very badly, are you finished? Is it over?"

Gao Yang swallowed the fried cheese in his mouth with difficulty. He wanted to block his mouth with the fried cheese to avoid opening and thus avoid embarrassment. But looking at Talta's appearance, he had to say something, so the whole thing was a little hot when swallowing it.

"Sorry, everyone, I think there is something I should tell you, well, that's right, I'm called the Gun God. Many people, without being humble, should be considered a recognized fact. I hope this will make you feel better. I'm done." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!