But there are far less sharpshooters in this world than imagined, and there are basically no monster scenes where two sharpshooters fire at each other, and the bullets are so accurate that they collide.
Jumping and shooting, flying and shooting, you can shoot a headshot without even looking. Such scenes usually only happen in TV and movie works.
In reality,
Lin Ze once met a real sharpshooter in Europe. The index fingers of this sharpshooter's left and right hands had a thick layer of calluses due to excessive pulling of the trigger. They were deeper than the calluses on the hands of migrant workers, and even a kitchen knife could not cut them open.
He told Lin Ze that pistols are not used for killing enemies, but for self-defense for people like soldiers and mercenaries who go on the battlefield and escape death.
Why,
Because there are basically few sharpshooters in this world, and if normal soldiers and mercenaries cannot achieve perfect accuracy with pistols, or can kill an enemy with two or three shots, why not choose more lethal weapons for offense or defense?
Pistols are actually weapons mythologized by novels, movies and comics. Its effects are far less amazing than those described in fictional works.
You can kill people even if you jump and shoot.
You can even shoot a headshot while gliding in the air.
"Can you dig your nostrils if you try standing up?" The sharpshooter, who was nearly forty years old and had been dealing with firearms for more than twenty years, sneered.
There are sharpshooters in this world, and there are top sharpshooters who can shoot off heads with one shot, and shoot three heads with three shots in a row, but these sharpshooters all have extremely high talent and sensitivity for hot weapons. To put it bluntly, this kind of Fierce men who may never see another person in their life are almost in a relationship with firearms. Firearms are their wives, their lovers, and even the only reason for their existence. The average sharpshooter can at most reach the level of having a handle on firearms. The top sharpshooters who can shoot headshots with both guns and guns have achieved the so-called integration of man and gun. The gun has become a part of the sharpshooter's body. This is a realm that even gun masters will never be able to reach in their lifetime.
Only a sharpshooter with this level can barely perform those amazing scenes in movies where he jumps up and shoots, flies up and shoots with perfect accuracy.
"There are no more than three people in the entire human race who have this ability, and one of them is a retired soldier who has participated in hundreds of battles in various countries." The middle-aged sharpshooter touched his revolver that had been used for more than ten years and grinned, "Standing still in front of me, I can shoot one head off with one shot. But after I hold myself to death and shoot five or six heads, my mental strength will weaken and I won't be so accurate. If the target moves, I can shoot off three heads at most, and then The function of a pistol in my hand is nothing more than to be more suppressive than in the hands of ordinary people."
Lin Ze's talent for guns can only be considered average. In other words, humans have an innate sense of strangeness towards thermal weapons manufactured through precise measurements. It is difficult to get rid of this strangeness, and it is even more difficult to make friends with thermal weapons. , so whether it is the killer world, the bodyguard world, or the mercenary world, the top strong men usually do not use guns, they either use cold weapons or nothing at all.
A strong man who uses cold weapons to the extreme can easily kill an opponent even if he faces an ordinary master with a firearm.
This is why Lin Ze rarely uses guns.
But he brought a gun today, and after Sato took out his katana, he immediately drew his gun and fired.
But what he shot was not Sato, but George, who had already drawn his gun and aimed it at him.
Bang,
Bang,
Positioned shooting, the distance is so close, the two people still can't play the amazing scene of bullets colliding, but each shot hits the other's pistol.
snap,
Both guns were smashed by each other,
Whoosh,
In just a blink of an eye, Sato had already grasped the knife with both hands and stabbed Lin Ze in the heart.
"Hey."
Lin Ze didn't even think about it and slid back.
Sato couldn't stop the castration, and still bit Lin Ze and wouldn't let go.
In the ten-second stalemate, as soon as Lin Zefu avoided the killing circle created by Sato, George also joined the fierce battle, forcing Lin Ze to retreat again and again.
"Fuck you, uncle."
Lin Ze, who retreated again and again, let out a long breath, bent his waist slightly, like a wounded wild wolf staring at the two top experts standing opposite, and asked inexplicably: "Master Hei was flanked by the three of you, why?" I held on for five minutes.”
"yes."
Sato spat out one word, without giving Lin Ze much chance to pause, and stabbed him with the knife again.
The samurai sword was like a cobra spitting out a snake message, viciously and cunningly biting Lin Ze Lightning. One bite was enough to kill him.
The handleless knife that Lin Ze carried with him had been shot when he saved Tang Feng. At this moment, he was unarmed. Facing Sato, a top powerhouse with extremely spicy knife skills, the only thing he could do was to keep dodging. Plus, George Attacking me from the side, Lin Ze couldn't find any chance for me to counterattack.
Three minutes later, Lin Ze was sweating profusely, and his right arm was cut because of his slow evasion. Fortunately, George did not have the habit of using hot weapons, but even so, his superb fighting skills were Lin Ze suffered a great deal and was defeated step by step.
Tang Feng was right. If he were to deal with these three people without any preparation, they would definitely die.
And even if Lin Ze came prepared, and even Tang Feng helped him kill one of them and destroyed the pistol of George, a famous sharpshooter in the palace, he still didn't have much chance of winning.
Meeting such a top powerhouse is already a headache.
At this moment, he was undergoing rapid and fierce attacks from two people. Even a fierce man like Lin Ze, who had experienced hundreds of battles, had enough experience to write a textbook, and whose on-the-spot reactions were as strong as a rabbit, still faced dangerous situations from time to time.
Bang,
Lin Ze flipped back in the air and barely managed to avoid the sudden thrust of the samurai sword, but George, who was waiting for the opportunity, kicked him in the waist.
"call,."
Lin Ze exhaled heavily, trying to keep his emotions calm, and dodge the opponent's fatal attacks again and again with a clear mind.
As the saying goes, every inch is strong, Lin Ze is defenseless at this moment, not even an inch, he is simply weak.
Facing Sato's perverted offensive was already a headache, and he had to deal with George's insidious attack that revealed hypocrisy and conspiracy, which made him even more at a loss.
bite,
When Sato stabbed him with a knife, Lin Ze hurriedly picked up an iron rod from an abandoned desk and blocked the sharp knife.
The sword was blocked, Sato struck out again,
keng,
Lin Ze, who was holding the iron rod, was unable to grasp the weight of the iron rod. When he blocked the second knife, his arm was numb from the shock.
"Grass."
Lin Ze, whose patience was worn away, raised his iron rod and wrapped around Sato who was stabbing him like a madman.
Sonorous,
ding ding,
Lin Ze, who suffered two stab wounds, finally closed the distance and eliminated the sharpness and dexterity of Sato's katana, and started a fierce close combat.
Compared with the sharpness and cunningness of the samurai sword, the rotten iron rod in Lin Ze's hand was more powerful and domineering. After several hard collisions, Sato showed some signs of retreating.
But as soon as Lin Zefu's advantage became apparent, George attacked from the side with a ghostly presence, which not only slowed down Lin Ze's actions, but also gave Sato a chance to escape.
"Bitch."
In anger, Lin Ze turned around and slapped George, who was harassing Lin Ze and trying to gain space for Sato, in the back.
The force of this blow was so powerful that it actually knocked George away. But at that moment, Sato, who was retreating and advancing again, stabbed again with his knife. Lin Ze, who was caught off guard, could not avoid it and was almost thrown into the iron. Stick, trying to resist the stab with unparalleled power,
Sizzling,,
The tip of the knife pierced the iron rod. With the incomparable force, the samurai sword, which was as sharp as iron as mud, actually pierced the iron rod through.
Phew,,
The tip of the knife penetrated the iron rod and stabbed into Lin Ze's chest domineeringly.
"Well,."
Lin Ze frowned, but he didn't even retreat. Instead, he flipped his wrist, turned the iron rod and jammed the sharp samurai sword.
"Um."
Sato's body was slightly tilted and his expression was slightly stunned. He couldn't understand why Lin Ze didn't take off his hand. Instead, he endured the pain of the tip of the knife stirring slightly in his chest to restrain himself.
"You want me to get rid of you." A sneer sneered from the corner of Sato's mouth. He didn't even glance at George, who was beaten by Lin Ze to buy him time until he vomited blood.
"No." Lin Ze looked ferocious and said in a cold voice, "I hope you won't let go."
Bang,
Lift your leg and kick it,
Kicked Sato directly in the abdomen,
As soon as Sato, who was only 1.7 meters tall, was frustrated, he violently pulled the katana, trying to pull it out of the stuck iron rod.
It's a pity that Lin Ze's arm gripped the iron rod like an iron pincer. Instead of letting go due to his pull, he tightened his grip even more.
Bang,
Lin Ze's face was distorted and he kicked Sato again, directly hitting Sato's chest.
"Heart-piercing." Lin Ze curled his lips and said with a look of disdain, "What you did to Tang Feng, I will make up for it step by step."
Bang,
Pound the third foot away,
However, Sato flipped in the air and managed to avoid Lin Ze's extremely lethal kick.
However, Sato can dodge, and Lin Ze can also kick. In addition, Sato is really no match for his leg strength. After several confrontations, although Lin Ze's chest is still bleeding, he still holds on to the iron rod tightly. The blade of Sato's blade was stuck, giving him no chance to break free.
Sato was extremely angry,
Without a sword, he is still a first-rate master, a strong man who can defeat Tang Feng.
But he was not sure that he could still defeat Lin Ze even if he lost his knife.
This terrifying opponent could even dodge the double attacks between himself and George. He let go of the knife, and he was still almost certain.
"Don't let go." Lin Ze sneered at the corner of his mouth and praised, "You are so brave."
Whoosh,
Another kick came out, and Sato also raised his left foot to block, but as soon as he touched Lin Ze's right leg as hard as iron, he immediately retracted.
"Baga."
In a fit of rage, Sato kicked his feet, his figure was like a mad beast, and stabbed forward while holding the handle of the knife tightly with both arms.
squeak,,
The hard blade cut through the iron rod, creating a fierce fire. Lin Ze was like Sato. Even if the blade continued to penetrate deep into his chest, he still refused to let go. Instead, the corners of his mouth turned up, and his eyes contained murderous intent, as if he wanted to fight with this perverted killer. Both jade and stone will be destroyed,
As the blade of the blade penetrated deeper, the blood from Lin Ze's chest surged out, like a faucet that couldn't be turned off.
"Go to hell." Sato, who had taken Lin Ze's kick again, roared and stabbed forward with all his strength. Although there was an iron rod to block it, the blade continued to penetrate into Lin Ze's chest. Judging from the degree of bleeding, it was obvious that he had been injured. viscera,
When the two of them were in this state of stalemate for a full minute, and Lin Ze was planning to wait until the blade was a few inches deeper and then kill the crazy Sato with one blow, a ghost-like voice suddenly sounded in his ears, ethereal and ethereal, as if something had happened. hallucination-like,
"well…"
There was a sigh that seemed to come from the ghost underworld. Before the two people could react, several bright lights in the deserted lobby suddenly exploded.
In the lobby, you can't see your fingers.
Huhu,
A gust of cold wind blew in my face, making people shiver.
I don't know if it was due to excessive blood loss or hallucination, but a blood-red phantom appeared in front of Lin Ze's eyes. The shadow came with the wind, and then left with a shrill scream in the blink of an eye.
clang,
The pressure of the blade on the chest instantly dissipated with the scream,
"who."
Lin Ze frowned and shouted in a deep voice,
When no one responded, Lin Ze pulled out the blade that pierced his chest. He quickly took out his cell phone and adjusted the brightness to the highest level.
The scene in front of him immediately made his scalp numb.
Sato is dead,
The death was miserable,
An ordinary dagger pierced his heart, and in addition, as if to prevent him from making a death struggle, another dagger with the same ordinary appearance pierced his throat,
who killed him,
who saved himself,
Lin Ze's mind echoed with the ghostly sigh just now, as well as the blurry glimpse of the blood-red phantom,
If you were an ordinary person, you would probably think you were a ghost.
But the atheist Lin Ze knew that it was not a ghost, but a terrifying master whose movement speed was not inferior to that of Silver Girl.
Then who will be this person who saves himself from danger?
Why do you take action but don't want to show up? Why do you want to show up after smashing the lights?
Lin Ze frowned and fell into deep thinking.
"Hey, comrade, even if you can hold on, why don't you think about my mood for a little bit?" Tang Feng cursed angrily from the tool house, "Fuck you, you think I am a bloody cow, you are stunned. He won't die even if he bleeds, right?"
