The sound of the gun was loud, and the power of the silver Desert Eagle King was fully demonstrated. It could penetrate the bodies of three people at a short distance. The power was definitely no less than the top rifles in the world, but the only drawback was that the magazine capacity was small, only seven
Shoot bullets.
After Lin Kun's seven rounds of bullets were fired, in the eyes of the remaining group of wolf-like but frightened island warriors, this was the best time to kill him. They believed that the knives in their hands must be able to kill him.
Faster than the speed at which he could reload, so amid the critical and scolding roars of the leading island warrior, everyone quickly recovered and rushed over.
The swords, swords, and shadows formed a large net in the air in an instant, covering Lin Kun's head and face. At this moment, Lin Kun did something that shocked everyone.
His hands flashed by as fast as ghosts. The seemingly complicated reloading process was completed in the blink of an eye. Then the black muzzle was pointed at the oncoming attacker.
The action of the island warrior who came up immediately frightened everyone, especially the island man who rushed towards him, raised his shining samurai sword, and vowed to kill Lin Kun as if he was chopping vegetables and melons. His eyes suddenly flashed.
His eyes were as round as a lightbulb, his mouth was wide open and he kept the roaring look, but it seemed as if an egg had been stuffed into him, making a gurgling sound.
Others didn't dare to move. They had just witnessed the speed of Lin Kun's shooting. In the blink of an eye, there were eleven people lying on the ground. Counting the remaining people, there were only more than twenty.
The chance of being killed was too high, so they all froze on the spot with their knives raised.
Lin Kun smiled slightly, twirled the gun in his hand around his finger, and it was such a casual and chic little move. However, the people around him were so frightened that they broke out in cold sweats. The island warrior man who faced him, two
One of his legs shook even more, and he almost sat down on the ground.
Before these men could react, Lin Kun already had two more military thorns in his hands, the black ghost beast with flowing dark gold, and the white ghost beast with white light. These two military thorns were like the black and white twin demons that threatened the lives of these men.
neck.
At the same time, the tall Tongshan opened his upper body clothes with a squeak, and there was a large black iron rod in his hand. The solid iron rod was at least five centimeters in diameter and about one meter long.
After being caught in his hand, he whizzed towards the warrior next to him and swung it at him.
The murder of the black and white ghosts was almost silent, like the leaves in the air being stirred by the cold wind, making a rustling sound, passing over the neck of the still dazed island warrior man, there was a faint whistling sound, the sound sounded a bit sad.
, the skin and flesh were ripped open like silk.
thump!
The men from the island nation covered their necks with blood spurting out and fell to the ground. The bright samurai swords in their hands clinked to the ground. At this time, everyone came to their senses and slashed at Lin Kun with the knives in their hands.
The solid iron rod in Tongshan's hand has fallen, and with two muffled bangs, the heads of the two island warrior men were smashed in succession, brains and red blood splattered out, and the thick and smelly blood splashed onto the others.
On people's faces, some of it splashed directly into their open mouths. It's hard to say what this stuff tastes like, but it definitely doesn't taste good anyway.
Ding Ding Dang Dang Dang...
The two sides quickly fought, but the winner was soon determined. These kung fu were just a ragtag group of people who barely understood the skills and were barely qualified. They were no match for the black and white ghosts in Lin Kun's hands and the iron rods in Tongshan's hands.
Leaving one alive, they all fell to the ground.
The two men from the island country at the head, one short and one tall, had their heads smashed by the iron rod in Tongshan's hand. His skills were stronger than those of the other men, but when he held the confidence in his hand,
When the full katana slashed at Tongshan, he felt what despair meant.
The iron rod in Tongshan's hand directly broke the samurai sword that he had kept close to him for several years. The shining samurai sword was broken into three pieces and fell to the ground. Then he looked at the stained sword with wide eyes.
The iron rod, stained with brains and blood, fell on his head with a bang...
It was dark for a moment, and the sound of his skull being crushed was as clear and crisp as a broken bottle. Then his eyes turned blood red and he couldn't see anything else. Even when his body lay on the ground, he didn't make a sound.
Scream.
Tongshan defended the solid iron rod, which was dripping with blood. Lin Kun walked up to the only remaining short island man. The short island man still kept the knife in his hand raised high.
Posture, keeping the attitude of rushing forward at any time, Lin Kun looked at him with a smile, "What do you call him?"
The short man trembled, "Kawato Haoqiu... who are you, and why are you going against our Kawaguchi Group, our Kawaguchi Group..."
As he said that, a cold light suddenly flashed in the eyes of this short man. The knife he raised high in his hand hit Lin Kun's Tianling Gai and chopped it down. He struck decisively and as fast as a gust of wind.
"Go to hell!"
The short man seemed to have a thousand percent confidence in his knife. At such a close distance and with such a sharp knife, splitting a head made of meat would be as easy as splitting a watermelon.
Keng!
There was a muffled sound, followed by a crisp clicking sound, and the sharp samurai sword was broken into two pieces. The broken piece fell down and was pinched by Lin Kun's two fingers. Before the short man could turn around in surprise,
Suddenly, Lin Kun stabbed him directly into his abdomen.
"ah……"
The short man screamed. He held up half of the broken knife in his hand and stepped back. The broken knife did not penetrate deeply into the flesh, but the pain was very severe. A layer of cold sweat immediately formed on his head. He dropped the broken knife in his hand and cut both hands.
He covered his stomach with one hand.
Lin Kun looked at him and said calmly: "If you want to live, tell me where the local leader of your Hekou Group is. If you don't want to live..."
"I won't tell you!"
Before Lin Kun could finish speaking, the short man gritted his teeth, held the half-remnant knife stuck in his stomach with both hands, and stabbed hard, directly piercing his belly, breaking his intestines, and the stinking
The smell of blood stuck together with the blood. He knelt on the ground with a thud on his knees, blood dripping from his mouth, his head drooped and his eyes wide open as he died.
Lin Kun looked at the short man who had had his own disembowelment, and said calmly: "Even if I don't use a gun, you are no match for me." Turning his head to look at Tongshan, Tongshan's face was as green as a day for a hundred years, revealing a
With a smile, he said, "Killing like this is really fun."
Lin Kun smiled bitterly, "It's a pity that the clue was broken. If I had known that there would be two more survivors, I wouldn't have believed that all the warriors in their island country were so unafraid of death."
Tongshan turned around and looked outside. There was a large circle of people watching the excitement. Even though there was such a big commotion, no police came. Perhaps the police had given up their control here after nightfall. Hekou
The gang is the largest gang organization in the island country, and even the top brass are afraid of it.
Lin Kun and Tongshan left, and they were going back to the hotel. If it was just the two of them, they could run wild, but there are Hao Zhi and the girl named Shi Yao. The entire town is the sphere of influence of the Hekou Group, so they can continue to stay here.
Not safe.
Suddenly a child rushed out from the crowd. He was a seven or eight-year-old boy, wearing typical island country clothes. His little face looked dirty. He shouted at Lin Kun: "Stop, please."