Hearing the sound of gunshots and everyone exclaiming, Mirta's heart sank - this bastard really doesn't take his own life seriously, and he doesn't take other people's lives seriously either! If he dies, the whole world will be destroyed.
The 'Alliance' may be buried with them!
The frantic Mirta turned around and ran back in a panic. She saw Zhou Qingfeng holding a revolver in his hand and standing motionless in front of everyone's astonished eyes. A thought immediately came to her mind, "
Maybe it missed the mark, maybe it was saved, maybe..."
"Call a doctor, call a doctor quickly." Mirta rushed to Zhou Qingfeng, stretched out her hand to touch him and asked: "How do you feel? Where did you hit?"
Zhou Qingfeng was trying to be cool with the surrounding audience. Hearing Mirta call the doctor, he laughed and said: "I hit my head. It's useless to call the doctor!"
Hit in the head?
Mirta first looked at Zhou Qingfeng's head, then turned her head as if she had seen a ghost, just in time to see Carlos, who had been shot in the middle of his eyebrow, plopped down to the ground. She exclaimed in disbelief: "You killed Carlos?"
Beaten to death?"
"His marksmanship is too bad, his speed is too slow, and he is ugly. He is no match for me!" Zhou Qingfeng slowly inserted the Colt Python back into the holster on his leg and fired at his opponent.
Express extreme disdain.
The moment the pebbles were thrown up, the hearts of the Cuban spectators watching the excitement were in suspense. Waiting for the pebbles to fall to the ground and the sound of gunfire, all eyes were fixed on Zhou Qingfeng. Everyone was mentally prepared.
, the young Chinese man in front of me is going to have a headache, or bleeding from his chest, or bleeding from other places, in short, he is going to lose his fortune.
After just two or three seconds of watching, everyone had already searched Zhou Qingfeng's entire body, but nothing was found.
"Where did it hit?"
"The head is fine, the chest is fine, maybe it's the back."
"How could it be possible that someone was shot in the back when he was shot in the front?"
It wasn't until Mirta rushed forward that anyone turned to look at Carlos on the other side. At this sight, they suddenly exclaimed and were horrified.
"Carlos the Lone Wolf is dead!"
"He took a shot between his eyebrows, and it was a really accurate shot!"
"The back of his head was exploded. He couldn't die anymore."
This psychological impact shocked the entire audience. The Caribbean's top assassin, who was originally thought to be impossible to fail, was so easily killed by a shot. Judging from the hand he held the gun in, this guy didn't even have a gun.
He took it out and was killed by Mr. Hugo on the opposite side.
"This man's abilities are so poor. I wanted to place a bet on him. Fortunately, no one came out to start the bet."
"Yeah, I was scared when I saw him coming out just now, but now I realize it's nothing more than that!"
"This is just a parallel import. I thought he must be very powerful because he is so famous, but now I realize that it doesn't work at all."
The dead Carlos had no way to stand up and argue. He could only lie on the ground, speechless. If his soul could speak, he would definitely scream loudly: "Despicable, shameless, and obscene. It's obviously a duel, but in fact it's a duel."
It's like using superpowers to bully people!
I just made a move, and time stopped for a second. This is really bullying me! I don’t accept it, I just don’t accept it. If you dare to fight me with real skills, do it again!”
Carlos couldn't speak, but General Santos, who was a party to the incident, immediately jumped out and scolded his men: "Despicable, shameless, and obscene. You are simply cheating. You drew your gun first!"
Huh..., everyone onlookers booed. Hundreds of pairs of eyes could clearly see the scene of the duel just now. The crowd behind them couldn't see it, and they even moved tables and stools and built a human tower. Isn't that right?
Everyone knows cheating.
At this moment of commotion, thousands of people had gathered around. Some people couldn't see what was going on at the duel scene, and they were already jumping around and getting angry.
"What's going on? Duel..., who wants to duel with whom?"
"Mr. Victor Hugo of the 'Aurora Legion' issued a men's challenge to General Santos of the 'Liberation Front'. However, General Santos is old, and his 'lone wolf' Carlos will replace him."
"It's so surprising, Victor Hugo is truly the embodiment of courage and fearlessness. Lady Mirta asked him to stop the duel, but he actually refused."
"But Mr. Hugo is in danger now. Carlos, the 'lone wolf', is famous for his fast and accurate marksmanship."
"Carlos the Lone Wolf? You mean Carlos the Lone Wolf, the most famous killer in the Caribbean. Then Mr. Hugo is dead!"
"No, you all guessed wrong, absolutely wrong! Mr. Hugo won, easily. He shot Carlos in the head. Carlos was so bad that he was killed without even taking out his gun.
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"Wow...it turns out that Carlos is a parallel importer!"
Some people have climbed to the roof of this temporary residence, watching the scene and sending messages to the invisible people around. Listening to the narrator's words, many people are scratching their heads, anxious, and wishing that they could not be there in person.
Over time, more people climbed onto the walls and onto the roof.
In the court, General Santos shouted that there was cheating, there was a shady secret, and the duel was invalid. He shouted angrily: "This is not a duel between men at all, this is unfair, this is done to me and to Santos."
Family, an insult to the Liberation Front."
"That's enough, stop this farce!" Mirta saw that Zhou Qingfeng was okay, and her heart suddenly felt at ease. She did not allow things to continue like this, and immediately gave a stern order to the guards around her: "Put these two groups away."
Separate it. General Santos, if you want to leave, please leave. We will fight again on the battlefield."
Several guards reluctantly stood up and stood between Zhou Qingfeng and Santos. However, the old Santos kept yelling and yelling that he was not convinced and demanded another truly fair duel.
Just when everyone thought that this was the final outcome of the lively show - the duel parties quarreled, and each went back to his home to find his mother. But Zhou Qingfeng shouted again: "I can't accept unreasonable suspicions.
Since we have to fight again, I accept it. Coward Santos, don’t leave!”
Old Santos was stunned on the spot, the Cuban soldiers watching the fun around him were stunned on the spot, and even Mirta was stunned on the spot - this bastard actually wanted to do it again!
Is there something wrong with you? Are you addicted to dueling?
This is a duel. Just because you can win this time, doesn't mean you will definitely win next time.
This man is insane!
But Zhou Qingfeng simply jumped on the shoulder of the person next to him and shouted in a mighty voice: "Santos, you old dog, if I kill your son, are you going to leave in despair?
If you cannot kill me today, you will never have the chance to kill me again in this life, because your incompetence and cowardice will be known to all Cubans."
Old Santos was no longer angry in his heart. He was suffering like a mute eating Coptis chinensis and couldn't express it! His best gunners were all dead. He just said a few words to show off, but in the end, the gangster opposite him still stalked him.
Don't let it go.
Old Santos was carrying the blood feud of his son. If he didn't fight today, his reputation would be ruined in minutes. Looking at the Cubans staring at him in circles, he knew that he had no room to retreat.
No..., no! I can't let anger go to my head.
After all, old Santos has experienced all kinds of ups and downs. He knows that his current mission is to rush back to his hometown in Nassau to command the battle and completely defeat the "Aurora Legion" to avenge his son.
The humiliation in front of me is nothing, I can bear it!
But seeing that old Santos was still about to leave, Zhou Qingfeng shouted loudly again: "Old dog Santos, you can let two of your men fight and fight against me alone!"
Two against one? How dare you say that!
Santos, who was still rational at first, was suddenly irritated and his heart exploded. He immediately turned around, ran up and cursed: "How can I still not deal with you if I have two of my men together? Boy, you are too arrogant, I will watch you."