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Chapter 44 I'm Still Too Kind(1/2)

Ning Chun fought happily and comfortably, but for the three-handed members, it was like a nightmare.

In fact, they have met fighters, but those fighters can be handled by just one dozen of them.

No matter how high the fighting is, they are afraid of kitchen knives. They are members of the gang, and they rely on the word "ruthlessness" when fighting.

Anyway, if you encounter those fighters, you will definitely be able to chop over the ground when you rush over.

But what about now?

When they met the White Face Hero, they were like a group of sheep, at the slaughter of others. They even lost the courage to resist and retreated one by one, not daring to move forward again.

However, among the crowd, a middle-aged man with a relatively bloated figure hid behind the sofa tremblingly, as if he was groping for something.

Seeing Ning Chun constantly chasing the three-handed members like she was driving in Mianyang, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and a trace of violence flashed in his eyes.

"Swish".

The next moment, the middle-aged man suddenly stood up, and an exquisite black pistol appeared on his right hand.

"gun?"

Ning Chun was shocked.

Dangerous, extremely dangerous!

He didn't feel like he was on a whim, he simply saw the gun in the middle-aged man's hand.

It was a black pistol, which looked ordinary, but Ning Chun seemed to feel the fierce murderous aura.

Guns are always nightmares for fighters and even natural enemies.

Since the arrival of guns, the status of a fighter has plummeted.

I have worked hard to practice fighting skills for a lifetime, but I can't beat a bullet. That is the sorrow of all fighters.

Therefore, after seeing the middle-aged man having a pistol in his hand, Ning Chun became nervous immediately. His shock boxing skills were fully utilized, and he wanted to mobilize all his strength to avoid it.

But, can it be avoided?

"Bang".

The middle-aged man shot.

With a gunshot, Ning Chun seemed to be able to smell a slight odor from the blowing of the bullet. He had tried his best to avoid it, but no matter how fast he was, he could not be faster than the bullet.

"Puff".

Ning Chun raised his arm, his arm was dripping blood, and the scorching pain spread to his brain.

"I'm shot?"

Ning Chun looked carefully and found that he was lucky. The middle-aged man did not have any shooting skills. In this shot, the bullet flew out against Ning Chun's arm.

But even so, there was still a long scratch on Ning Chun's arm. Although it was covered in blood and seemed to be terrifying, it was actually just some skin injuries.

Ning Chun was shocked and angry.

gun!

Unexpectedly, he encountered a gun.

However, in this case, it was not what he wanted.

Now there are two choices, either rush over and subdue the middle-aged man, or run away immediately.

In just a moment, Ning Chun had already made a decision.

rush!

Keep rushing forward!

Ning Chun chose to rush forward, face the middle-aged man and the fighter's nightmare. Otherwise, if he wanted to escape, how could he be able to get over the bullets quickly?

Once you really escape, the biggest possibility is that Ning Chun will stay here forever.

"Swoosh".

Ning Chun's speed is not fast, but his physical fitness has surpassed that of ordinary adults. Now he has used the technique of shock fist, and the power of his whole body explodes instantly.

Under this terrifying explosive power, Ning Chun's speed also suddenly increased.

It was like a cheetah, and it rushed towards the middle-aged man in an instant.

"Bang bang bang".

The middle-aged man was a little panicked, as if it was the first time he was facing this situation. He fired several more shots one after another, and everyone fell to the ground, not daring to appear, for fear of being hit by a stray bullet, which would be unlucky.

There was only a figure in black and white face, who seemed not afraid of bullets, and even rushed towards the middle-aged man with bullets.

"No……"

The middle-aged man saw that the man had rushed to him, but the gun in his hand was no longer bullets.

Ning Chun wouldn't be polite at the critical moment. If the distance is really close, even if the opponent's shooting skills are not good, the probability of him being shot is extremely high.

Ning Chun punched the middle-aged man's arm hard. Suddenly, the middle-aged man's arm "clicked" and was directly broken by Ning Chun.

The severe pain made the middle-aged man scream in a shrill manner, and the pistol fell aside.

Ning Chun walked forward. Instead of picking up the pistol, he stepped on it and stepped on it into a pile of debris.

"call……"

Ning Chun then breathed a sigh of relief. The power of the gun was too strong and poses too great a threat to him. Even if his physical fitness has surpassed that of an ordinary adult, if the shock boxing skills are burst out again, it would be fine if one of them hits dozens of them.

But in front of the gun, he still doesn't look good enough. Once he is hit by a bullet, he will definitely die!

Ning Chun approached the middle-aged man on the ground step by step. His eyes were as cold as a knife, making the middle-aged man feel fear from the bottom of his heart.

"Don't...don't kill me."

The middle-aged man is scared.

He doesn't want to die.

"Kill you?"

Ning Chun is really angry now, and even, he really had the idea of ​​killing people.

However, as soon as this idea arose, Ning Chun himself was shocked.

But he still suppressed his murderous intent.

He is here to do good deeds [Doudou Novels], not to kill people.

"Although you are members of the three-handed, and although you should all kill, I should not kill you."

Ning Chun said solemnly.

"Yes, yes, we all deserve to die, we are willing to plead guilty, we are willing to be sent to the police station..."

The middle-aged man was ecstatic and nodded quickly.

Obviously, they were already familiar with the style of "White Face Man" and were even sent to the police station "voluntarily".

As long as you don't die, you can do whatever you want.

Sure enough, as the three hands analyzed internally, the White Face Man seems to not kill anyone.

As long as you don't kill someone, everything is easy to say.

After entering the police station, they will be able to come out in no time, so the three-handed members are more willing to be sent to the police station than to fall into the hands of the White Face.

Ning Chun suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, walked to the phone, answered the phone from the police station, and said directly: "I am an enthusiastic citizen, and I have destroyed another stronghold of evil forces. You can send someone here quickly."

After saying that, Ning Chun gave the police station a specific location, and regardless of the reaction from the other party, he hung up the phone directly.

The three-handed members lying on the ground were no longer wailing. Seeing that Ning Chun was really going to send them to the police station, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Ning Chun touched the wound on his body. Now his body is covered in blood, which is a bit difficult to deal with. He still has to go back and deal with it carefully.

However, before leaving, Ning Chun saw three-handed members all over the ground.

"No, what if I leave, you run away again?"

Ning Chun frowned.

"No, we won't run away. We will definitely wait for the police here to come. You can leave with confidence."

The middle-aged man said carefully.

"No, you can't believe what you say. Forget it. At worst, I'll work harder and help you break your hands and feet. If you endure it, it may hurt a little, but who made you a gang member and do a lot of bad things? You still have to bear this pain!"

After saying that, Ning Chun came directly to a three-handed member and punched him directly.

"Click".

The other party's arm bones were broken.

However, Ning Chun felt a little slow, so he simply picked up an iron stick on the ground and knocked it hard on the arm of the three-handed members on the ground.

"Click click".

Suddenly, the bones were brittle and loud, and all the members of the three hands were wailing miserably.
To be continued...
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