Only then did the killer realize that Wang Gensheng's gun was fake.
In fact, he had long known that the pistol held by Wang Gensheng was out of bullets after he shot and killed several people.
Wang Gensheng actually fooled him with a fake gun, and now burned his proud hair into burning cockscombs.
The killer beat him for a while, and finally his burning hair was extinguished.
"Wang Gensheng, you actually cheated." The killer looked at Wang Gensheng with murderous intent in his eyes.
"You are really sick. I have to be honest with you. You people will only bring sorrow to this world if you live." Wang Gensheng laughed strangely.
"Then what do you want to do?" the killer asked, the question suddenly childish.
"What else can I do, just kill you!" Wang Gensheng replied seriously, with a sincere look on his face.
The killer pulled up his burnt hair with his hand and cursed coldly: "Wang Gensheng, do you know how important my hair is to me?
Your uncle, even if you kill me, you can't ruin my hair."
"Haha, your life is about to be gone, what are you doing with your hair?" Wang Gensheng smiled softly, as if he was feeling sorry for the killer.
"Can you wait while I comb my hair?" the killer asked in a very friendly tone.
"You can comb it twice." Wang Gensheng replied calmly.
"Thank you." the killer said.
"You're welcome." Wang Gensheng replied.
Qiu Chan looked dumbfounded. Wang Gensheng and the killer were now life-and-death rivals, but the two seemed like old friends reunited after a long separation.
"Then please wait..."
The killer spoke slowly, slowly took out a comb from his coat pocket, and then slowly combed his hair.
The whole process was so calm and unhurried. He didn't look like a killer about to kill someone, but like a gentleman preparing to go out on a blind date.
Wang Gensheng maintained great patience and just waited quietly.
Suddenly, the killer took action.
A comb flew towards Wang Gensheng, making a swishing sound.
Emma, it turns out this is an iron comb, to be precise, it's a killer's tool.
Naturally, Wang Gensheng would not pay attention to the iron comb flying towards him, but when he reached out to brush the iron comb, countless tiny thorns flew from behind the comb.
The fine thorns are like drizzle, rushing towards you, covering all directions without leaving a blind spot.
What makes Wang Gensheng strange is where these stabbings come from.
Looking away, Wang Gensheng finally discovered something fishy.
It turns out that the iron comb the killer used just now is actually a pair of scissors.
Those tiny thorns flying like drizzle are actually the hair on the killer's head.
Hair is just a structural tissue outside human skin. Most of the time, it only plays an aesthetic role.
At this moment, the killer leader used his own hair as a killing tool.
This made Wang Gensheng think of some extraordinary people who grow their hair very long.
Watch it in your spare time, but at critical times, hair is a deadly weapon.
Wang Gensheng reversed course and kicked away the iron comb that was flying toward him.
Once again, he pulled the trigger of the toy gun in his hand, and the speed was simply unparalleled.
There was a fire between Wang Gensheng and the killer.
At the moment when it was burning, Wang Gensheng shook his arms, and then a strong wind blew by.
Those small burning flames were either extinguished or blown back in the opposite direction by the wind.
The killer leader also shook his arms, and the small flames flying towards him were extinguished in an instant.
Wang Gensheng and the killer leader stood four meters apart, with smiles on their faces, as if they cared for each other.
"Wang Gensheng, your martial arts are really good. You should not be just a farmer." The killer sighed and touched another style of hair on his head.
"Who says I'm just a farmer? I'm still a doctor, a respected and loved doctor." Wang Gensheng replied with a smile.
"Oh, although doctors are a respectable profession, you have offended one person, so you are destined to have a miserable life." The killer said softly.
"Who is this person?" Wang Gensheng asked.
"King of Hell, every time King of Hell shoots a kid to claim other people's lives, you always destroy it for no reason, so you should be punished." The killer replied.
"Hahaha……"
Wang Gensheng laughed loudly.
"Why are you laughing?" the killer asked.
"The King of Hell is not a human being. How can I tell him about integrity and truth?" Wang Gensheng said calmly: "I think your barbering skills are good, so why not change your profession?"
"What do you mean?" The killer leader was stunned.
"If you don't want to be a barber's killer, you are not a good cook." Wang Gensheng replied seriously.
The killer almost fainted. The three professions mentioned in Wang Gensheng's words were simply irrelevant.
Before Wang Gensheng could speak again, he had already waved his arms and rushed towards Wang Gensheng, but there were two more daggers in his hand.
This time, the killer leader is serious and there is no longer any sympathy.
Wang Gensheng was stabbed by two daggers. He looked very embarrassed, but also seemed a little leisurely. From time to time, he would joke a few words: "Hey, can you move faster?
At the rate you are going, you are not killing people, but you are killing them slowly because the time is too long."
How could the killer not want to end the battle with three blows, but the dagger in his hand was stabbing randomly as if there was no target.
Wherever the opponent is, his dagger will cleverly avoid the opponent's body, leaving nothing behind.
"Have you had enough fun?" Wang Gensheng asked.
The killer leader wanted to kill Wang Gensheng, so Wu Xia spoke to him.
Wang Gensheng's body suddenly turned again and transformed into six or seven figures.
This is not some heresy, let alone some Qimen Dunjia, but Wang Gensheng's rotation speed is too fast, like a time lag in the vision of human eyes.
The killer's daggers stabbed out again and again. He felt that this time it must be accurate.
However, he felt a hand tapping him from behind.
The killer leader hurriedly wanted to turn around, but unexpectedly the palms behind his back turned into fists.
With a bang, the killer staggered forward several steps.
Wang Gensheng's foot blocked his path in advance.
Ah poof, plop!
The killer finally fell heavily to the ground, his head and tail touching the ground, without missing a single bit.
Before the killer jumped up from the ground, Wang Gensheng sat on top of him and grabbed the killer's neck with his elbow.
After hearing a few clicks, the upper half of the killer's body stood up at a 90-degree angle, his eyes filled with horror.