The three of them quickly arrived in Japan. At this time, the gang was already full of smoke. With the lessons learned last time, all the killers were fully armed this time, and there was no mistake at all.
After changing clothes, I received a challenge from Sakurada. At three o'clock this afternoon, I was in the dilapidated warehouse No. 2.
"Heh, there's another battle coming," he said, wiping the silver-white revolver in his hand.
A revolver is a type of revolver pistol. Most of the previous revolver pistols rotated forward to open the revolver like a shotgun. Later, as the power of bullets became larger, this structure could not withstand the force during shooting, so it was changed to
It looks like the revolver is opened from the side. Since most people hold the gun with the right hand and load the ammunition with the left hand, the revolver opens to the left, and the revolver gets its name from this.
Today's pistols are mainly revolver pistols and automatic pistols. Revolver pistols fire bullets in the runner in sequence by rotating the runner. Automatic pistols are generally semi-automatic, and most use short-recoil automatic methods.
At this time, Xi Ziyuan's back was like a killing machine, a puppet living for revenge.
The sky was gradually getting dark, and it was now two forty. The three of them got in the car and drove to the dilapidated warehouse No. 2.
A line of vehicles stopped steadily at the entrance of the warehouse. The three gang leaders got out of the vehicles and waited for Sakurada's people to arrive.
Not long after, people from Sakurada also arrived at the warehouse. It was obvious that the person taking the lead was Han Enxin, and it was not difficult to tell that the person next to her was Aizen Yue.
"Xi, you're fine," Mei said with some disdain.
"Oh, don't use those polite words. You don't know the purpose of our coming." Mo couldn't help but interrupted Han Enxin.
"Okay, let me put it bluntly, our Sakurada gang is now the seventh largest gang, and our goal is to be number one," Han Enxin said arrogantly.
"Number one?" Xi Ziyuan sneered and raised the gun in her hand. Silently, a big man on Sakurada's side fell down.
Han Enxin was also a little angry. "You fired first." Han Enxin raised the gun and pointed it at Xi Ziyuan. With a slight hook of his finger, the bullet shot out like an arrow off the string.
Xi Ziyuan's head flashed slightly, and the bullet hit a tree opposite, punching a hole in the tree, which showed the power of this pistol.