When the sound spread, Ling Jie's hand had already pulled the trigger and the bullet was fired. Even though the sound made Ling Jie's ears hurt and numb, it could not affect the condition of the bullet.
Under Bisha's will, Thoros's body was suddenly pierced into a hornet's nest. Thoros's eyes were wide open and he stared at Ling Jie in disbelief. With strong unwillingness, he slowly fell down.
"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff..." Soros' body fell down, and the bullets continued to shuttle back and forth in his body until his breath completely disappeared. The bullets flew to the blood silkworm gun again.
Stopping, Ling Jie reached out and easily held the bullet in his hand.
At this moment, Ling Jie had an unreal feeling: It's so amazing. I never thought that there would be such a gun in the world. The world's number one sharpshooter really deserved his reputation. The guns he left behind were so terrifying.
, if it were him himself, it would be incredible...
"But it's a pity that I'm not good at using guns, so such a good weapon can't be used by me..." Ling Jie looked at the gun in his hand lovingly, and said quietly, as if he didn't take the roar just now to heart.
As he spoke, he shook his head.
"What? Are you still regretting that the gun can't be used by you?" The voice rang again, and with the sound, the door of the office opened, and then a person walked in. Ling Jie felt that this voice was very familiar.
, then took a look and saw that the person walking in from the door was who it was if it wasn't Fengxiao.
"Fengchu!" Ling Jie exclaimed softly, then smiled, "I thought it was Soros' helpers who had arrived, but I didn't expect that the person who came was actually you. I haven't seen you for a year, and you seem to have become even more...
So beautiful.”
Ling Jie silently praised Feng Chu. Although Feng Chu understood Ling Jie's true intention, she still laughed, "How do you know that the person who came is not Soros's helper? How do you know that I am not here?
Kill you?"
"Hahaha... Fengchu, you are joking. If you came to kill me, you would definitely save Soros before I shoot. Unfortunately, you didn't do that, so when you come here today, your identity should be
Friends, not enemies." Ling Jie said half-jokingly.
Feng Chu shook her head, "Then I'm even more curious. It's too hasty for you to judge me as a friend just based on this. You made a mistake. I hope you kill Soros. The sooner he dies, the better. As long as
As soon as he dies, I can take back control of Sands. I'm here today, but I'm afraid I'm not your friend. If you insist on treating me as a friend, I'm afraid you'll suffer a big loss."
While Feng Chu was talking, Red and a group of big men with guns also surrounded him from the door, standing in a standard fan shape and surrounding Ling Jie in the middle. With so many people pressing the formation, Feng Chu stood at the front, casually
Every movement puts great pressure on Ling Jie.
"Oh? Is that so?" Ling Jie frowned, obviously reflecting on his own judgment, because the Feng Chu in front of him did look murderous and did not look like a friend. Moreover, there were twenty snipers behind Feng Chu.
The muzzles of their guns were all pointed at Ling Jie's head, which made Ling Jie doubtful and had to rethink Feng Chu's purpose of coming here.
"Do you still think I'm your friend now?" Feng Chu looked at Ling Jie, unhurriedly and with a bit of amusement.
Ling Jie said bluntly, "Of course we are friends. No matter how similar you pretend to be, I, Ling Jie, dare to say that when you come here, Feng Chu, you are definitely a friend!!!"
At this moment, Ling Jie stood upright, his body as straight as a gun barrel, his voice as loud as pearls, and his words were like jade beads falling on a gold plate. His clear voice was full of infinite confidence. This confidence was felt by everyone around him.
The belief in Ling Jie's heart was that he absolutely believed in his own belief. Even Feng Chu felt that the confidence reflected in Ling Jie's words was as clear as the sky, and nothing could dampen this belief!
"This is the first time in my life that I have heard someone speak so confidently. However, once this idea is wrong, the cost of treating enemies as friends is extremely expensive." Feng Chuyi was calm and composed, with a very expressive expression on her face.
She was calm and could not see any fluctuations in her heart.
Ling Jie looked at Feng Chu calmly, with a bright smile on his face, "I, Ling Jie, have missed many people and things before, but this time, I won't make any mistakes again. Because I can't find you who can be my enemy.
Reason. Now Soros is dead, and you have regained control of everything in Jinsha. But this Jinsha is no longer what it was a year ago.
Jinsha, Jinsha is very weak now. You need my help to defeat the powerful enemy MGM. And my Chinese organization has always been weak. It must rely on your strength to continue to survive in the world. Between us, it should be
Friends are allies, not enemies. I don’t know if what I said makes sense.”
Feng Chu said calmly, "You are right. You are worthy of being the boss of the Chinese organization, and even more worthy of being a person who came back from the island. You have grown a lot in this year. Now you are probably not even my Feng Wu Jiutian."
I can’t help you. There’s something about you that hasn’t changed.”
"What?" Ling Jie was curious for a moment and couldn't help but ask.
Feng Chu smiled, "That's humility and self-awareness. The higher your strength, the more humble you will be, and you will not be arrogant. I think only by maintaining such a mentality can we make rapid progress in martial arts and finally embark on martial arts.
The peak state! If you don’t have a good attitude, no matter how talented you are, you will never be able to achieve anything great!"
Ling Jie smiled and said, "It seems that even Fengchu agrees with what I said. Since we are friends, why don't we sit down and have a good chat, and by the way, we can try the specialty coffee here. I just took a sip and it tastes good."
"
Feng Chu sat down happily, and Ling Jie also sat down on the sofa happily. Someone brought two bowls of coffee, and the two bosses finally sat at the same table in the same position.
Feng Chu took a sip of coffee, "Today I want to congratulate Ling Jie for getting this good weapon, the Blood Silkworm Gun. You know, this is one of the twenty-four major weapons of Da Luo. It embodies the will of the sharpshooter Han Zhan. He got this
The gun will be even more powerful to help you take the next step!"
Ling Jie shook his head, "Weapons are good, but I'm not good at using guns, and I don't really like using guns."
Feng Chu smiled and said, "That's okay. What weapon do you like to use most?"
Ling Jie thought for a moment and finally answered, "It's a straight knife!"
Feng Chu said, "That's easy. I'll have someone melt this gun and make a straight knife. That's it. The true meaning of this gun is not the gun itself, but the will of the sharpshooter Han Zhan contained in the gun."
!As long as the will is strong, any weapon made from this metal will be a good weapon!"
Ling Jie was surprised. This idea was quite good and worth considering.
(Second update, finished today. The climax is coming.)