Amid the wails, the coffin slid downwards.

Fortunately, Gus had quick eyesight and quick hands, and rushed forward to hold him up. Otherwise, the Blood Ancestor, who had traveled across the European continent for more than ten centuries and was active from the ancient Roman era to the present day, would have fallen from his throne.

Although among the demon hunters, it is the most filthy creature in the world, but the Blood Ancestor has always been surrounded by followers, who regard it as a god.

"Humanity……"

The injured person's blood flowed into the coffin along the cracks, dripped on the face of the blood ancestor, and slipped into his mouth. It twitched its body and whispered.

Then, a hoarse voice came into Gus's ears: "Son, send me across the river."

Below the bridge is the running water. In this place, the Blood Ancestor will be extremely weak.

Gus was stunned by the whisper of a devil. He nodded involuntarily, opened the iron door of the van, and worked with others to carry the coffin in.

the other side.

Under the pressure of several snipers, Lu Li decided to reveal part of his strength in order to scare those behind the scenes so that they would not dare to act rashly.

Bang bang bang!

Lu Li raised his pistol and rushed out of the bunker so fast that he left an afterimage. There was no need for tactical evasion because the sniper's eyes could not catch him.

Those gang members armed with short sticks and pistols had their leg muscles torn by 9mm Parabellum pistol bullets before they could react, and they were destined to lie in wheelchairs for the rest of their lives.

This nine-millimeter bullet had a special meaning from the beginning of its design: if you want to achieve peace, you must first prepare for war.

It's just that Lu Li had some kind thoughts in his heart and was unwilling to kill them. He just shot them in the calves and arms, causing them to lose their fighting spirit and fighting ability.

But there are too many people on the other side.

More than twenty gang members hid behind the truck, waiting for Lu Li to change the magazine. Although this time was short, it was enough to kill one person.

M.

The head on Lu Li's neck was worth five million dollars. Even if he couldn't complete this task, as long as he blocked his way and helped Gus cross the bridge smoothly, he could still share the three million dollars.

Even if there were casualties during the fierce battle, the deal was still a good deal.

However, the Beretta pistol, which had only seven rounds of ammunition, suppressed them with extremely high accuracy in a very short period of time, so that they did not dare to show their faces.

At this moment, Gus, who was temporarily freed from the mental control of the Blood Ancestor, was lying under the carriage, waiting for the situation to stabilize. He had to cross the bridge before the sun came up, otherwise his employer would make him pay the price in blood.

"Kill him!"

"No one will hold you accountable. This is the employer's promise!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a big white man with a shaved head set an example. He rushed out of the bunker with a short-barreled shotgun and pulled the trigger randomly. The gunfire illuminated the black screen, and dozens of lead pellets in the buckshot formed a barrage.

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But the next moment, there was nothing but the sound of the lead shot hitting the metal cargo box and rebounding.

A black shadow appeared in front of the gang leader. There was a bang and the gunfire was dazzling. The big white man fell to the ground instantly, and scarlet blood seeped into the cracks of the ground.

After emptying the last bullet in the magazine, Lu Li did not hesitate at all. He raised his hand to draw the shotgun, pointed at the crowd beside him and said: "You are captured by me, throw away all the weapons in your hands..."

"Shoot! Shoot!"

From the back of the carriage nearby, someone kept urging: "He's only one person."

Someone stepped forward to organize an offensive, and the situation changed instantly. The street gangsters who were hiding emboldened their courage and wildly pulled the triggers on the area where Lu Li was.

The gunshots were continuous, as were the howls.

Those little gangsters who could have raised their hands to surrender were killed one by one under this indiscriminate attack. The total reward was nearly ten million US dollars, which made everyone red-eyed.

Lu Li, who was experienced in gunfights, had already slid sideways and entered the bottom of the truck to temporarily avoid the sharp attack.

"Brother, we meet again."

In the darkness, Lu Li and Gus faced each other again, and the situation remained unchanged.

Lu Li pointed the shotgun at him, like a cat playing with a mouse, and mocked: "A man should be equipped with a gun, so are you going to use this little pistol to decide between life and death?"

Gus's unruly nature made him ignore the gap and pull the trigger resolutely. He didn't want to go to jail, let alone die, because there were still people at home waiting to have dinner with him.

Gunfire roared.

Reaction speed involves various aspects such as eyesight, nerves, muscles, etc.

Lu Li also pulled the trigger, and the bullets sprayed out in a hail of bullets, piercing Gus's arm and chest.

At this moment, Gus's eyes were fixed on Lu Li, his face full of disbelief.

Looking at the Mexican who had completely collapsed and whose breathing was getting weaker and weaker, Lu Li opened the bomb bay, filled a buckshot into it, and said, "Don't complain, this is a fair duel, and I gave you a few tenths of a second."

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In Western movies, when two cowboys confront each other, the one who draws the gun first is usually the loser. Some people have concluded that actively drawing a gun is actually slower than subconsciously drawing a gun. When you see the other person drawing a gun, the speed will change.

Got faster than usual.

Lu Li didn't quite agree with this truth. That kind of movie was just to promote "the one who draws the gun first is disgraced, the one who draws the gun last is the honor" and could not withstand scientific verification.

The reason why he was able to win was entirely due to his strength.

Hearing the gunshots outside the car gradually disappearing, Lu Li looked at Gus, who was on the verge of death, and whispered: "God bless, if the ambulance can arrive at the scene within five minutes, you can still be saved."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped on the tire, pushed hard, slid out of the car, and shot at the crowd that gathered.

This trench sweeper was completely discontinued in 1963. After nearly fifty years, it once again regained its glory in the hands of Lu Li.

Before dawn on this day, the self-proclaimed lawless thugs had a profound understanding of what violence and crushing meant.

I saw Lu Li transforming into a death reaper, dodging in the hail of bullets while reloading ammunition. Every time the pump was pulled, the sound heralded an art of killing that was about to take place.

Because, in the face of absolute speed, even the bullet has to be slowed down by half a beat. Even if the sniper doesn't care about the life and death of his companions, he shoots at will and trades the speed of fire for hit rate, it still won't be effective.

"Fuck! Die to you devil!"

After a gang leader emptied the magazine, he still pulled the trigger, pretending to be crazy.

At the same time, Lu Li, who had finished warming up, started to fight in close combat based on the principle of saving bullets.

The two hundred kilograms of heavy punches were constantly waved, and combined with professional footwork, figures flew out one after another, almost invincible.

At this point, death and injury are inevitable. If you are lucky, your mandible will be broken and you will fall into a severe coma. If you are unlucky, you will be hit on the eyebrow bone and die directly from intracranial hemorrhage.

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Chapter completed!