The eight hundred and fortieth chapter of a person's challenge
Boom.
His feet landed on the ground, and with a slight flex and bounce, He Zhenzhong's body rushed forward without slowing down at all.
call.
Da da da.
Puff.
The dense bullets came at an angle like flowing water, causing the weeds on the ground to fly.
Deng Deng Deng.
He alternated his feet and rushed over quickly. He Zhenzhong's right foot suddenly stopped, and a splash of soil splashed. His body had already turned half a circle and rushed towards the nearest old man.
None of those old fools expected that He Zhenzhong was so fast, that their bullets had no effect at this moment, and didn't even touch the corner of that damn guy's clothes.
He Zhenzhong had already rushed forward, and there was no point in shooting unless they wanted to kill all their own people. However, looking at the thin He Zhenzhong, the old man sneered, dropped the gun, clenched his hands, and clicked his fist.
Sound.
As a fighting nation, when have they ever been afraid of anyone? He will definitely beat this damn Chinese to pieces.
"ah."
He let out a deep drink, and his huge fist roared out.
call.
boom.
Two huge fists collided.
Click, the terrifying sound of bone cracking sounded.