There was a burst of gunshots, and sparks suddenly appeared on the iron bucket behind Ye Qiu. He quickly shrank his head and cursed: "Seeking death!"
The next moment, under the incredulous looks of Yang Wei and Lu Xiaoguang, he stood up and jumped out facing the gunfire.
"Holy shit, crazy! Crazy!"
Lu Xiaoguang was stunned. After he came to his senses, he muttered, "I thought Ye Qiu could save him, but I didn't expect that he went crazy and rushed out!"
This is not courting death, so what else can you do?
"Chief, come back quickly!"
Yang Wei shouted with anxiety on his face, and just as he was about to stick his head out to see the situation, there was a bang, and a bullet flew over his head. He was so scared that he retracted his head, and in his heart he could only pray that Ye Qiu would be fine.
"Damn, what a fool."
The truck driver was holding a cigarette and staring at the surrounding situation. When he saw Ye Qiu jumping out from behind and walking towards them, he was immediately shocked.
After coming to his senses, he murmured: "I've seen people who want money rather than their lives, but I've never seen people who come here to die...kill him."
"clear."
Someone nearby responded and raised his hand to shoot Ye Qiu. Just when he thought Ye Qiu was about to be shot, he suddenly saw the other person turning his body slightly and ran away.
"Damn, is this kid so lucky?"
The man said something in surprise. Just as he was about to shoot, he heard a bang. Then he felt his head swelled, and then his vision went black and he lost consciousness.
The truck driver stood nearby, his face spattered with blood, and he cursed: "Fuck, this guy has some ability, shoot him and kill him!"
After saying that, he raised his hand and fired, and the bullets flew towards Ye Qiu desperately.
Others also raised their hands to shoot at Ye Qiu.
"A bunch of rubbish..." Ye Qiu grinned and said disdainfully. He suddenly jumped forward and hid directly inside the fire net. Then he flicked his hand forward and shot out a few bullets.
In the other person's head.
Thump, thump.
The three people fell down immediately, their expressions were extremely confused, and they didn't know how they died.
"Dajun, Xiaohao, whistle!"
When the truck driver saw several people falling down, his eyes turned red, he roared angrily, raised his hand and hit them with a hail of bullets.
Ye Qiu made an evasive roll to the side to avoid the volley of bullets, and then fired twice with his backhand, and the bullets were all fired. Two more people had two more blood holes in their heads, and blood was gurgling out.
Then the two men fell down unwillingly.
"Oh shit!"
A man in black yelled, pointed at Ye Qiu and fired wildly. The MP5's muzzle poured out endless roars, and the bullets whizzed, as if they were going to tear Ye Qiu apart.
But none of the bullets could hit Ye Qiu, and the movements of their hands simply couldn't keep up with Ye Qiu's movements. He was like a fish in water, strutting around in the hail of bullets.
"Fuck, madman, fucking madman!"
The faces of the remaining people turned pale, and even the truck driver had a look of fear on his face. They were holding micro-chargers, but they couldn't kill anyone!
It was as if that person had eyes all over his body. He could easily avoid bullets fired from any direction!
It’s like having God’s prediction!
Bang bang bang!
Ye Qiu rolled over and hid behind a concrete platform. The bullets roared in, smashing the cement platform to pieces and sending debris flying.
When the shuttle bullet passed, he rushed towards a low wall in the distance, and at the same time raised his hand and pointed the gun at the truck driver.
This gun imitates the 54 pistol. The magazine capacity should be 8 rounds, and this is the last bullet.
Ye Qiu pressed the trigger, but was dumbfounded. The gunshot didn't sound, so he could only continue to roll, first shrinking behind the low wall and hiding for a while.
"Isn't it stuck again?" Ye Qiu said depressedly, pulled out the magazine and looked at it, almost jumping up and yelling.
"Damn, profiteer, must be a profiteer! If you imitate 54, just imitate it. Damn, the original 8-round magazine capacity is only 7 rounds. If I hadn't been good at it, I would have died!"
Ye Qiu was so angry that he wanted to kill someone. He thought about it and whistled.
"Chief!"
Yang Wei stuck his head out from behind, first looked at the tragic scene in horror, and then looked at Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu pointed at him and gestured.
Yang Wei nodded hurriedly, then retracted his head, crawled to the two people who died at the beginning, picked up the two micro-guns, then poked his head out to look at it, flicked it hard, and threw away the gun.
It reached Ye Qiu’s feet.
With a bang, the gun fell to the ground and went off. The bullet grazed Ye Qiu's butt and hit the cement platform, making Ye Qiu tremble.
"I wasn't beaten to death by others, but I was almost beaten to death by you."
Ye Qiu stared at Yang Wei angrily, and Yang Wei shrank his head as if he hadn't seen anything.
"You trash, why didn't you shoot? Are you so scared that you peed your pants?"
Ye Qiu didn't care. He shouted loudly, then picked up the gun and looked at it. When he saw the mark on the gun body, his face looked a little ugly.
The MP5 is produced by a German military factory and is famous for its use in the armies and security companies of many countries. It has extremely low recoil and is easy to use.
However, the countries equipped with these weapons do not include China. In other words, this kind of weapons comes through smuggling channels.
However, the specifications of this weapon are somewhat different from the regular MP5. The muzzle is longer than the regular one, so it is likely to be an imitation from a domestic military factory.
"Domestic?"
Ye Qiu thought for a while and then directly denied it. The domestic imitation MP5 did not have this specification. The muzzle was shorter and the weight was much lighter than this one.
He looked at the serial number of the imitation MP again and raised his eyebrows: "This model of imitation was discontinued in China a few years ago, and as far as I know, this type of imitation MP5 is still being produced. So,
There is only...Toyo Heavy Industries!"
A cold light flashed in Ye Qiu's eyes. He didn't expect that just a drug transfer would involve such an interesting thing.
Decades have passed, are they unable to sit still anymore?
the other side.
The truck driver broke out in a cold sweat. When Ye Qiu's gun was pointed at him, he had already felt the breath of death, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't fire.
What is this?
Is this mocking him?
The truck driver was furious. He wrongly blamed Ye Qiu. It wasn't that Ye Qiu didn't want to shoot, but that the profiteers made by China went too far, even reducing the magazine capacity by one round.
But after calming down, a feeling of fear arose in his heart. This person was too strong. If they continued to stay, all the remaining people would definitely be killed.
"Brother, what should I do?" Someone asked with a pale face.
"Take cover!" the truck driver gritted his teeth, and several people hurriedly hid behind the truck.
"Brother, is this guy a human or a ghost?" a guy said with lingering fear.
"How do I know?" The truck driver cursed in a low voice and looked at his manpower. There were only three people left.