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Chapter 2750: Supreme Gunner

"Master, what are you using to kill people?" A young voice sounded. It was when he was thirteen years old.

"Be careful..." the old voice continued, and a big calloused hand gently touched his head.

"With your heart? Master, are you saying that you don't aim at the target with your eyes, but aim with your heart?" The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes raised his head in confusion.

"Xiaoba, remember, if you want to become the best gunman in the world, you must learn to kill people with your heart. I know that you like to hide your two little fingers when practicing guns. This can only be improved when necessary.

The speed with which you draw a gun, but seeing is believing, cannot compare to the first instinct in your heart."

"Master, I..."

"That's all for today. I have to go out as a teacher. Remember, your gun only kills those who deserve to be killed."



Suddenly there were tears in Bazhi's eyes, and he couldn't help but murmured: "Master..."

Whoosh!

Another cold light stabbed at him from an angle, and Eight Fingers immediately calmed down. His chest was heaving violently and he was panting. At this moment, he suddenly became calm.

He quickly raised his left hand, and at the same time, the ring finger that had been curled up in his palm stretched out, and without any hesitation, he pulled the trigger...

Boom!

There was a violent gunshot, and in response to the sound, a bloody wind surged in the air, and with a muffled groan, a black shadow flew out.

Immediately afterwards, he immediately turned the muzzle of the gun, aimed it a little ahead on the left, and pulled the trigger again.

Boom!

Boom...

Boom!



When his two little fingers are stretched out, there is absolutely no one in the world who can reload faster than him. The double-barreled shotgun can only load two bullets at a time, but with his lightning-fast reloading speed, there is almost no stagnation.

, even if there is a stagnation of less than a second, it will never give the person in the dark a chance to make a sneak attack.

The lights in the room were actually always on. In front of them were a group of island ninjas dressed in black, holding ninja daggers in their hands, attacking with rapid assassinations. Eight Fingers stood there calmly with his back against the wall, a pair of shotguns in his hands.

It was as if he had eyes. As long as these people in the dark made the slightest move, the shotgun full of shotguns would sieve them into pieces.

The reason why Bazhi's eyes can't see is because he was poisoned by a kind of smoke from the island nation's ninjas. The smoke was hidden in the cigarette he just smoked, and the person who handed him the cigarette was not Long Da at all.

It looks like a ninja from an island nation disguised as a ninja.

The originally spacious and old room was filled with blood for an instant, and more than a dozen corpses were lying on the ground. The remaining five or six black-clothed ninjas looked at each other, with obvious retreat in their eyes, and standing in the middle was a

Man, this man's eyes radiated cold light and stared at his eight fingers. Suddenly his throat squirmed, and an old and strange old lady's voice sounded again, "You rely on sound recognition to shoot, now let me see how you can aim...

…”

The old lady's voice seemed to be coming from all directions in an instant. Taking advantage of this opportunity, several other ninjas beside the man moved at the same time, attacking the eight fingers from all directions, with murderous eyes in their eyes.

They were determined to kill, but in the next second, their eyes were filled with fear. The pitch-black muzzles were pointed at them, flames burst out, and the sky was full of Sanda like the rope of death...

Puff, puff...

There were a series of sounds in the air of flesh being pierced by bullets, and all these black-clothed ninjas groaned and flew backwards. There were countless blood holes in their bodies, and they were completely dead.

The leader ninja, who pretended to be an old lady, remained silent. His eyes were full of fear and he murmured: "This...how is this possible? How did you see it?"

Eight fingers held the shotgun in two hands, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "The supreme gunman kills not with his eyes, but with his heart."

"Careful?"

The man's voice returned to normal, "This...how is this possible? You, when did you become so strong? You are just a dog next to the man named Lin. Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible..."

"That's my brother."

Eight fingers slowly raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the male ninja who was facing him. The black muzzle was like a door to hell. The expression on the male ninja's face was horrified. He quickly moved his feet and moved towards Eight with his S line.

Zhi ran over, holding two island ninja shurikens in his hands. With a flick of his wrist, they flew towards Eight Fingers.

The eight fingers did not dodge or dodge. He directly aimed the double-barreled shotgun and fired. The shuriken made of fine steel was immediately shattered by the blow. Then the gun was pointed at the male ninja. This male ninja was actually someone else.

, it was Kawakami-kun, the person in charge of the Kawaguchi Group in Harbin City. He originally wanted to fight to the death with the Eight Fingers, but seeing the situation, he was definitely no match for this man, so he thought of retreating and threw two more shurikens.

, and ran around to the window.

But his idea was good. When he had just jumped onto the window sill and was about to jump off, he suddenly felt a cold feeling on his back, followed by a heat wave rushing over...

Boom!

The window was broken, glass shards were scattered, the back was beaten completely, and the blood rained with the fragments of internal organs. Kawakami's eyes widened. He always boasted that he was unparalleled in ninjutsu, and even in the island country, he could be ranked in the top ten.

This time I secretly competed with Lin Kun, thinking that the only one who could defeat him in the end was Lin Kun, but now he died under the eight-finger gun...

thump!

The body fell to the ground, and blood quickly filled the air. The community was quiet near midnight. A drunkard who had returned late happened to be passing by downstairs. When he heard the violent gunshots, he raised his head and cursed: "Paralyzed, in the middle of the night."

You also set off firecrackers and got kicked in the head by a donkey?"

But suddenly, Kawakami-kun's body was smashed next to him. The drunkard was startled and he staggered to the side. Then they all turned around and kicked the body, and pointed at the big door upstairs.

Scolding: "You idiot, I won't let you fire cannons, but you still throw things at me!"



Bazhi sat on the ground, and the sweat on his forehead had turned into a river and flowed down. How could it be so easy to understand how to kill someone with your heart? If he hadn't been in a desperate situation, he would never have killed someone with his heart...

"Prime Minister!?"

Bazhi just took a breath, then stood up immediately and shouted into the empty room. At this time, his eyes gradually began to regain his vision. He looked at the corpses in the room, but there was no sign of Long Daxiang.

Corpse, his heart suddenly rose to his throat.

The two of them were clearly together just now. When he called, Long Daxiang seemed to be checking in the room next to him, but...


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