Chapter 66 I’m a bit fierce (Happy Saturday)

The first time the gunfire rang out.

Dean shouted to Harry: "Harry, get out of the car!"

The police car is not a bulletproof car, only the door position is reinforced with steel plates.

Usually when a gunfight occurs, the police usually turn the front of the car to the dangerous area and rely on the engine or wheel hub as a cover to fight back.

Harry's reaction was no slower than Dean's.

The two of them hid on the side of the car at the same time, avoiding frontal attacks from enemy bullets.

Almost at the same time.

The sound of breaking glass was heard.

The poor police car made a helpless crunching sound.

The enemy set fire to the police car!

Dean's expression changed.

Listen to the sound.

The enemy is in front, at least four of them.

There is no obstruction around.

Just then.

Amidst the fierce gunfire, Malago shouted for them to retreat.

Dean rolled his eyes.

Even with Marago's cover, it's easy to get hit by the densely packed bullets when you get into the car.

However, Malago's actions made Dean's impression of him much better.

Malago has a bad mouth.

But when something happens, there is no ambiguity at all.

Harry encountered this kind of scene for the first time and looked horrified: "FK, Dean, do you want to run? We don't even have a gun now."

"Running away now is just a target!" Dean looked around, exhaled a fiery breath, and said slightly excitedly: "The enemy is not far away, I will find a way to kill them!"

The dispersion of alcohol and the stimulation of gunshots.

Dean felt his adrenaline surge rapidly, his whole body felt hot, and he was intensely excited, constantly impacting the violence he had been suppressing.

He pushed Harry away, crawled under the car to Malago's side, and grabbed the pistol on his waist.

The waist was touched.

Marago turned around and saw Dean, his old red face flashed with anger: "Take that nigger and get out of here. I don't want to be blamed for not protecting you and losing the Texans after I die."

face!"

Dean ignored him and quickly checked the pistol in his hand.

This is Harry's favorite M629 revolver. It is loaded with six rounds. The barrel is very thick. It uses the powerful 11.176mm Magnum pistol bullet. Once hit, it will either kill or severely maim.

Under the influence of Pistol Mastery.

The various performance characteristics of this revolver constantly appeared in Dean's mind.

But within two or three breaths.

Dean felt as if the revolver was an extension of his hand. He knew everything about it, giving him the false illusion that he and the gun were one.

Ta-ta-ta~

Enemy bullets kept coming and getting closer and closer.

The opponent is suppressing and getting closer at the same time!

Listen to the bullets.

While determining the positions of several gunmen, Dean calculated the frequency of reloading their ammunition, wiped the dust on his face, and shouted to Marago: "After five seconds, suppress with full firepower, believe me!"

After saying that, he wriggled to the other side like a worm.

"madman!"

Malago guessed what Dean was going to do, and after calling him a madman, he calculated the time and without any hesitation, he stood up and pulled the trigger at the other party at the risk of being shot.

Almost at the same time.

Dean jumped up like a cheetah and rushed to the other side of the road.

This changes suddenly.

The attacker was caught off guard.

The angle Dean chose was too tricky.

The gunman facing Dean was reloading his ammunition, while several others were suppressed by Marago without fear of death and cowered on the ground in fear.

"Someone is coming!"

"FK, he's too fast!"

The gunman opposite Dean hurriedly inserted a new magazine and prepared to pull the bolt and load the gun.

He is too amateurish.

For modern semi-automatic rifles, as long as the bullets are not used up and the magazine is replaced, there is no need to pull the bolt again to load the gun.

Just such a delay.

Dean had already rushed out for more than 40 meters, covering several enemies within 50 meters, and raised the revolver in his hand without hesitation.

"Die!", the gunman from Dean's direction finally pulled the bolt and pointed the rifle at Dean.

He didn't believe that someone could hit him with one shot while running so fast!

The next moment.

Bang~

A ball of fireworks roared out from the thick barrel of the revolver.

The gunman who had just stood up had his head explode like a watermelon. The huge impact made him lean back heavily, causing the rifle to fire randomly towards his head.

"Jimmy!!!"

Only then did the gunman's companion react.

Before they could make any move.

The muscles in Dean's legs suddenly swelled, causing him to jump up and bring the three gunmen lying on the ground not far away into the shooting field of view.

Without any hesitation.

Revolver roars.

Three gun flames shot out in mid-air.

The battlefield is quiet

far away.

Marago's finger was firmly on the trigger of the M4 that had been drained of bullets, his mouth was wide open, and his eyes were blankly looking at Dean who had landed gracefully.

FK.

Am I hallucinating?

Just a few seconds.

It was as if he saw God coming in person.

"This gun is quite powerful." Dean gasped, shaking his painful wrist.

Take a short break.

He just imitated the appearance of the western cowboy in the movie, turned the revolver, and then blew the muzzle of the gun.

The sense of ritual cannot be missing.

Put it away and grab it.

Looking at the four exploding rotten watermelons on the ground, Dean himself was a little surprised: "I'm a bit fierce."

He never thought that he was so awesome now!

Run and jump quickly.

Four shots, four headshots.

Strong core strength, super fast reaction nerves, and mastery of pistols like a man and a gun in one.

All three are indispensable.
To be continued...