Chapter five hundred and ninety fourth don't point the gun at me
Mu Fan felt a surge of blood in his heart. The most annoying thing for him was having a gun pointed at his head, so he narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person, and coldly uttered four words: "No comment..."
Then he looked at Falcon, ready to wait for this man's opinion, but he didn't expect the performance of this powerful S-Team captain, which almost caused him to suffer internal injuries.
Falcon saw Mu Fan's questioning gaze, and after seeing the circle of rifles and heavy artillery around him, he subconsciously took away his cigar, raised his finger in anger and pointed at Lin Deke tremblingly, and his words were even more unreasonable:
"You, you..."
"How could you do this! We are people from the higher-level military headquarters. Why are you making things difficult for us after you just saw it!"
Seeing that the officer leading the team across from him was so angry, Lin Deke felt indescribable joy in his heart.
However, when he glanced at the people next to him, he was a little confused, because those people's faces were a little strange...
The wizard who closed his eyes opened his eyes and looked at the Falcon. The gentle light wave, the taciturn Wing, etc., all of them turned their attention to the Falcon. Finally, Wing, who had the least presence, cleared his throat, with a look of helplessness on his face.
look.
"Boss, you've gone too far."
"That's right, it's too fake."
"You're not even willing to throw away your cigar."
There were echoes all around, and when Guangbo pointed at the cigar held in Falcon's left hand, the major general's face finally fell, and he looked at these unscrupulous subordinates with dissatisfaction.
"Bah, let me throw away the cigarette? Is he worth this cigar? You can kill me by praising me!?"
Then he put the cigar in his mouth again, and then he didn't bother to pretend to be with the lieutenant colonel in front of him.
The red cigarette butt flickered, and then Falcon patted Mu Fan on the shoulder to signal him to return to the team, and then walked a few steps to Lin Deke and looked at this man.
The lieutenant colonel exhaled a strong puff of smoke into the other person's face.
The opponent was choked and coughed, and with a clicking sound, the soldiers behind Lin Deke actually opened their safety guards one after another.
In other words, as long as they pull the trigger now, this middle-aged man dressed like a mercenary will be beaten into a honeycomb.
Falcon was half a head taller than Lin Deke, and he looked at him condescendingly and smiled.
"Are you thinking too much? Didn't you hear what I said before? You are not qualified. Do you need me to say it again?" After saying that, he picked his ears.
Three consecutive questions turned Lin Deke's face into pig liver, and he pushed away the other person's left hand holding the cigar.
"You guys who don't even dare to show their military rank, do you really think this is in the military headquarters? I'm not asking for your opinion, I'm just stating a fact. If we continue to complain and delay our 149th Division's investigation of the truth, then
I can't guarantee what they will do."
Lin Deke said viciously, he didn't care whether the other party understood the current situation or not, he was about to lose his patience.
Falcon lowered his left hand holding the cigar again, looked at Lin Deke with a stubbled face, and said lightly: "Do you think I am asking for your opinion? Do you think I am easy to bully based on my temper?"
He threw away the cigar in his left hand, rubbed his wrist, and moved his neck.
This subtle move made the eyes of the group behind him twitch at the same time. Marshal standing next to Mu Fan whispered: "The boss is going to get serious."
"For the sake of fellow soldiers, I would like to reiterate that what you are doing now is overstepping your authority. I will give you three seconds to put the gun away, and I will not hold you accountable."
After hearing Falcon's routine warning, Lin Deke snorted from his nose with a smile, waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him spread out and surrounded them.
"Three, two, one."
Falcon still looked that casual and counted three times without any sincerity, so much so that Hei screamed in Mu Fan's ears that it only lasted less than 1.5 seconds.
"It's over in three seconds, what next?" Lin Deke raised the corners of his mouth, with a fierce look in his eyes. Now that Quinton is dead, he is the Iris family's debt collector on the e75 planet.
How dare a higher-level military officer dare to challenge him?
"Then...you really don't know how to live or die."
After speaking softly, Falcon, a very charming middle-aged uncle, showed a charming smile.
He took a step forward gently, and then the soldiers around him felt their eyes dim.
The originally casual middle-aged man suddenly turned into a blur.
Mu Fan's pupils shrank violently.
Even he didn't see the Falcon's movements clearly!
Because under his terrifying vision, there was still an afterimage in the falcon's movements.
He could only vaguely see Falcon taking a step forward, then using his left leg as the center to exert force, his whole body suddenly turned 360 degrees, and then his right leg, which had been charging for a week, struck out like a switchblade.
Of course, I only saw an afterimage.
Boom!
Then these soldiers saw that their deputy commander had a sinister look on his face one second, and his eyes stared out the next second, and his body was hunched up like a cooked prawn.
Immediately, the whole person was kicked hard... more than five meters away.
His back hit a flat rock wall, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes turned red with anger.
"How's it going? Do you feel better after spitting out the congestion?"
Falcon joked, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the soldiers were really planning to turn their guns and shoot at him, and shook his head.
A sigh floated in the air: "I'm really tired of having guns pointed at me."
A strange and sly smile appeared on Falcon's face, he put his hands into his arms, raised his black leather trench coat high back, and the moment he bent his body, his whole body spun rapidly until it became blurry.
At this time, his hands were finally taken out of his arms. After crossing his head, his arms were stretched to their maximum, and they turned into a phantom in an instant.
There seemed to be countless stationary falcons appearing in this phantom.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Countless firelights shot out from this phantom, and countless sparks shot out from the sides of the soldiers' guns.
Mu Fan, who was watching intently on the side, his eyes turned into a kind of shock!
At some point, Falcon had two heavy single-handled shotguns that were half a meter long in his hands.
One for each hand.
There are now nearly a hundred people around, but in everyone's eyes, the falcon's momentary stillness is completely different.
This is……
360-degree shooting without blind spots!
Mu Fan's mouth opened wider and wider, and for the first time he felt that a gun could be used like this.
Ding ding ding ding, countless bullet casings filled with gunpowder smoke fell to the ground.
Around him, except for the members of the Flying Dragon who remained silent, all the rifles in the hands of the soldiers whose guns were pointed at him were all shot away by the all-pervasive shotguns.
Miraculously and horrifyingly, they themselves were unscathed.
The spinning figure disappeared, and the windbreaker raised high fell down.
With his hands in front of him parallel to his shoulders, two huge shotgun cannons emitted a lingering smoke...
At this moment, Mu Fan looked out of the corner of his eye and saw that a soldier hiding beside them suddenly pulled out a rifle from behind again.
He shook his right foot and wanted to rush over and kick the man away.
However, Falcon, who was facing away from them, suddenly let go of his hands holding the shotgun, letting the two hand cannons that had just caused huge destruction fall freely, and then inserted his hands into his sides.
Bang!
Two black gun muzzles poked out backward along the lower ribs.
Before the soldier had time to straighten his rifle, a bright flame erupted from his rifle, and he and the soldier were knocked out three meters away.
"Hmm~"
With a charming smile, Falcon drew out two hand cannons again, tilted his head and glanced around, sighing: "I told you not to point your gun at me."
"Hehe...hehe...I still have...a mecha."
In front of him, a weak voice came, and there was a fierce light in the slits of Lin Deke's eyes that he tried to open.