"Everyone, hold your head with both hands."

Zhong Wenze walked out of the factory with a gun, looked at the group of people in the yard and shouted: "Look next to the corner of the wall, squat in a row against the wall!"

Driven by the desire to survive, everyone's movements were very fast, no one organized them, but they were very orderly.

In just a few seconds.

Everyone squatted along the wall row by row.

Xiaoliu and others walked in from the factory gate, and their guns were pointed at the place where A Qiang was staying, with their eyes alert.

Zhong Wenze and others also came out of the factory.

His eyes also fell on the box where Aqiang was staying: "Friend, why? You don't want to come out?"

It took a while.

Aqiang walked out from behind the box with a cigarette in his mouth, stopped about five meters away from Zhong Wenze, and his waist was straight.

Xiao Liu immediately stepped forward, pressed the gun against his head, and seized the pistol in Aqiang's hand: "Give me honest."

far away.

The sound of the police car sirens whistling sounded from far to near, and it was obvious that it was coming from their location.

"Zhong Wenze."

Aqiang was stunned for a moment, then seemed to have reacted, and his eyes kept looking at Zhong Wenze.

He reached out to sort out his white shirt, and then pulled the white gloves on his hand:

"Brother Yong never thought that this matter would be related to the police, right? You are not simple."

"It's meaningless."

Zhong Wenze waved his hand lightly: "The important thing is that if you lose, Deng Jiayong will be soon."

After saying that.

He turned around and walked towards the door.

"Why!"

Aqiang stared at Zhong Wenze's back and shouted loudly: "Zhong Wenze, you said I will never surpass you in my life, and I am not convinced."

After a pause, he said, "One of the most upright, let's have another duel?"

"Haha, aren't you funny?"

Xiao Liu seemed to hear the funnyest joke, and he mocked him without thinking: "Why do you have to show off with you?"

"You have already failed. Do you have the qualifications?"

Aqiang ignored Xiaoliu who was mocking and just looked at Zhong Wenze.

"Defend?"

Zhong Wenze turned around, raised his eyelids, and looked at Aqiang who was standing still: "Do you really want to beat me?"

"Yes, I really want to beat you!"

Aqiang nodded in response: "I am no worse than you, I don't need your last chance to give me a charity to survive!"

"You're very revengeful."

Zhong Wenze laughed, knowing that he was talking about the dance hall, and then said: "You will die when you show up with me!"

"Why must it be me?"

Aqiang said with great confidence: "The person who may die will be you!"

"Oh."

Zhong Wenze laughed, took the two big black stars next to him and quickly disassembled them into two piles of parts:

"Since you want, I'll give you a chance."

"Brother Ze, don't!"

"Why do you have to play with him?"

Xiaoliu and others immediately strongly objected. In their opinion, this was adding unnecessary risks to themselves.

However, Mark Li showed great interest and looked at Zhong Wenze with anticipation without any stop.

Zhong Wenze shook his head confidently, placed the disassembled pistol parts at Aqiang's feet, and then opened the distance between the two of them.

Turn around.

Eyes looked at A Qiang: "Are you ready?"

Aqiang took off the white gloves he was wearing on his hand, licked his dry lips excitedly, eager to try.

"start."

Zhong Wenze shouted in a deep voice.

"Wow."

Aqiang had already squatted down almost in response, while Zhong Wenze looked half a beat slower. He landed on the ground when Aqiang had already picked up the parts and started assembling them.

Xiao Liu's eyelids twitched, silently tightened the big black star in his hand, and his muzzle was intentionally or unintentionally facing Aqiang.

Once A Qiang takes the lead in forming a pistol, he will immediately shoot and kill A Qiang.

As for the reason, who made him form too fast?

no way.

The right to interpret all events is in the organizer.

In the middle of the yard.

The two of them were one meter apart, squatting on the ground, quickly picking up the firearm parts on the ground with their fingers and quickly assembled and restored.

Everyone's eyes fell on both of them.

Even the squatted down with their heads turned around and looked over here, and they were very curious.

Who will win?

At this moment, A Qiang was immersed in the assembly of the gun. In just over twenty seconds, he restored the entire gun.

"Click!"

Aqiang pushed the magazine into the machine compartment, grinned, and turned the muzzle toward Zhong Wenze's position.

Then.

His expression became stiff and the smile on his face disappeared.

In front of him.

Zhong Wenze was holding a big black star in his hand, and the black barrel was almost simmering on his face.

Because Aqiang was too immersed, he did not find Zhong Wenze who had already assembled a gun toward him.

"Obviously, you lost."

Zhong Wenze looked at him with a smile, and reached out to take the big black star that had just been assembled in Aqiang's hand: "It took you a total of twenty-one seconds to get the gun set up, you lost completely."

"snort!"

Aqiang breathed rapidly and asked quickly: "How many seconds did you take!"

"Thirteen seconds."

Zhong Wenze gave a number lightly.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

A Qiang stared at Zhong Wenze in a sharp voice, and shouted in a low voice: "You can't be faster than me!"

He still has great confidence in gun assembly.

A Qiang is a man who has a very high pursuit of guns, and gun assembly is a daily routine that he must practice every day, and the speed of eye-closing assembly is also not low.

How could Zhong Wenze be faster than himself?

In thirteen seconds, this speed was even more out of reach.

"Who do you think you are, why can't it be faster than you?"

"Fuck, Brother Ze can beat you!"

Xiaoliu and Laowu opened their mouths and mocked each other. In terms of momentum, they had never lost anyone.

Aqiang was dissatisfied.

He turned his head and looked at the horsemen who were squatting in the corner of the wall and turned their heads to look here. The horsemen nodded and told him that it was true:

Zhong Wenze is indeed much faster than you.

A Qiang looked at Zhong Wenze in disbelief and turned back in disbelief. He looked at Zhong Wenze dumbly.
To be continued...