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The gunshot shocked everyone present.

Everyone was stunned.....

Brother Fei Biao widened his eyes and exclaimed: "Really? This, this is actually true, this gun is real? Oh my God? It's actually real?"

He was immediately frightened and sweating, and his whole body was limp with fear.

In China, ordinary people don't carry guns.

And those who carry guns are not official people, that is, they are extremely vicious.

These people in front of them are obviously not official people. Even if they are official people, they may not be allowed to carry guns on their bodies at ordinary times.

Unless, they are on a mission.

And they obviously did not carry out the mission........

In other words, they are not official people, but they have guns. The only answer is that these people are extremely vicious.

It's over!

The Fei Biao brothers were so scared that they were trembling all over and could not speak. They felt that death was approaching because they forced these vicious criminals to take out their guns.

The other party must have wanted to kill them to silence them.

Oh my god!

How could they offend such a person?

At the same time, all the gangsters who rushed up were dumbfounded.

After hearing the gunshot, everyone was shocked. No one was moved. They stood there in a daze, staring at Zhong Mingqiang with wide eyes.

They seemed to be able to vaguely see the muzzle of the pistol held by Zhong Mingqiang, and there was a wisp of smoke coming out. This was actually a real gun........

"It's a real gun!"

"You go?"

"You go, me, me!"

"Who!"

For a moment, none of them dared to speak. They were so aggressive just now, wanting to kill Zhong Mingqiang, and they were particularly arrogant. Now they were timid and afraid to move forward.

Not only did they not dare to move forward, but they also retreated, one by one in fear.

On the other side, Brother Hu was also stunned, his eyes widened, revealing an expression of disbelief, staring at the pistol in Zhong Mingqiang's hand.

"Really! This is actually real!" Brother Hu swallowed his saliva and said in surprise.

This gun is real.

You know, even though he had played with guns, he didn't dare to hold them. The person behind him warned him that if he dared to hold a gun, he would end up in a terrible situation.

He also knew how terrible it was to hold a gun in China.

What these people were holding was actually real.........

"Hiss!"

Then (cafa), he came to his senses the next second, because the pain in his arm made him sober up instantly, he lowered his head and looked at his arm.

The arm, which was as thick as an ordinary person's thigh due to obesity, had a huge wound, and the clothes had been torn.

This was a wound where a bullet had grazed it.

He was shot.

The man's shot just now was not a warning shot, but a direct shot at him, hitting his arm and causing a wound.

The moment he was shot just now, he actually forgot the pain and could not feel it. Now seeing the blood flowing from his arm, Brother Hu was stunned.

"Is this gun real or fake?" Zhong Mingqiang held the gun and looked at Brother Hu with a smile. Brother Hu felt a creepy feeling all over his body.

He staggered and took a step back in fear.........

"You said it was real? Then next, you try it?" Zhong Mingqiang held the muzzle of the pistol and slowly turned it towards the direction of the Feibiao brothers.

"No, no, no!" Brother Fei Biao was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy: "No, no, big brother, I, I believe, believe that this is a real gun."

"I didn't recognize the real man. I was wrong. I was really wrong. I didn't dare to come here to blackmail or bully the old man."

"I was wrong. Please forgive me!"

"You treat a social trash like me like a fart and let me go!"

"Big brother, I was wrong. I was really wrong!"

Brother Fei Biao knelt down and begged for mercy. (To read the violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Oh my god!

These people are extremely vicious. People like him can bully some honest people, but bullying such a vicious person is courting death.

He doesn't care about his dignity and integrity. His life is more important.

"Do you think it's a real gun?" Zhong Mingqiang said with a smile.

"Really, really!"

The Fei Biao brothers nodded repeatedly.

"Then do you think it's fake?" Zhong Mingqiang smiled and turned the muzzle of the gun, aiming the dark muzzle directly at the dozen or so knife-wielding thugs........

Under the muzzle of the gun, these thugs were scared out of their wits.

"Really!"

"Brother, brother! We think it's real!"

"This gun is real!"

"No, no, no, we all think it's real, not fake, this is a real gun, it's a real gun, brother, don't point the gun at us, be careful of accidental discharge!"

"Brother, be careful, be careful of accidental discharge."

They were all scared.

The gun hit their boss, Brother Hu, and the huge wound on Brother Hu's arm, with blood flowing, appeared in their sight.

How could they dare to be arrogant...

"No, don't you think this is a real gun? If you think it is a real gun, why are you holding a machete? Are you going to use it to cut me?" Zhong Mingqiang glanced at the machetes in the hands of these gangsters.

"Shake!"

"Crackle!"

Hearing Zhong Mingqiang's words, these people immediately subconsciously threw the machetes in their hands aside, and looked at Zhong Mingqiang with a flattering look on their faces.

They were afraid that if they were a second slower, Zhong Mingqiang would be dissatisfied and shoot them.

They were just small gangsters, usually bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and sometimes they would chop Tiger's opponents, but facing the pistol, they had to give in!

Even if there were only a few bullets in the pistol, if they all went up, the opponent would definitely not be able to kill all of them.

But who can guarantee that the person who died was not himself?

What if he was shot to death at that time.........

Seeing that everyone had thrown down their machetes, Zhong Mingqiang waved the muzzle of the gun, pointed to the side, and said: "All of you run over here and squat down with your heads in your hands."

When the gangsters heard this, they immediately ran over.

At this time, only Tiger was left looking at Zhong Mingqiang with a gloomy face. The pain on his arm made him sweat coldly on his forehead and he was extremely scared.

Who are these people?

Surprisingly, they all have guns. []

It's over!

Is he really going to die here today?

"Brother, please forgive me for not recognizing a great man. I admit defeat this time. I am willing to compensate you. Please give me a chance." Brother Hu covered his injured arm with one hand and looked at Zhong Mingqiang, saying seriously.

"I have a small amount of assets. I am willing to take out 10 million. Please let me go!"

10 million.........

This is already a large part of his wealth. There is no other way. The other party has guns and is not a good person. He can only buy his life with money.

If he dies, no matter how much money he has, it will be useless. .