Chapter 392

The elder reclined on the chair, with his hands down, his eyebrows pierced, his eyes wide open, his blood wriggling on his face. People exclaimed, the bodyguard after this long old man was shocked and panicked. Then he came back and pulled out his gun. Mo? Pull the trigger with left and right hands. In an instant, five people are killed.

Quick, hard, accurate.

Ink? In his consistent style, he rarely shoots, is cruel and cruel, does not like to be killed by a single shot. He often fights with people, fights face to face, and guns are nothing in him. However, Mo? Compared with Ye Wei, a sharpshooter, the shooting skill of the ‘s is better.

For a while, the room was very quiet. The other eight elders were frightened. Their faces were red and gray. They stared at the dead elders and were shocked by the cruelty of mo? The mutilation of.

A good example.

With ink? Shoot, the bodyguards behind the other eight elders also pull out guns, and more than 20 guns point to ink at the same time? Mo ye, however, did not shoot and kept a strange confrontation.

In two seconds, there was only one in nine.

The atmosphere, as tight as a bow string, is ready to touch.

Elder Zhao Mo? Look, his face is not changed, his purple eyes are deep, showing a pure purple color. He is violent, quick and cold. He holds two guns in his hand and aims at them coldly. No one can know when he will shoot, and who is the next target.