He is two meters and five centimeters tall. Who made him a soldier?

Chapter 74 Homemade gun!
Rob a bank!
Ji Baichang's pupils suddenly contracted and he subconsciously squatted down and held his head with his hands.

But I soon thought of something.

I am a soldier now, and I need to stand up when I encounter such a situation!
But the other party has a gun!
Calm down! Calm down now!

Ji Baichang forced himself to adjust his breathing, keeping himself calm, and glanced at the gangster coming down.

There were four people in total, three of them had something like homemade guns in their hands.

Ji Baichang quickly sent the known information to squad leader Chen Ting by blindly typing with one hand.

"What the hell are you doing!"

A gangster wearing a red hood turned his gaze towards Ji Bai and shouted.

He kicked Ji Baichang, who was squatting, and knocked him to the ground.

Fortunately, before being kicked over by the gangster, Ji Baichang had already sent the message to Chen Ting.

"Brother! That's my wife. I was afraid she would worry about me, so I hung up on her! Don't worry, I definitely didn't call the police!"

Ji Baichang pretended to be panicked, then opened his cell phone address book and placed it in front of the gangster wearing a red mask.

After taking a quick glance to make sure there was no 110 number, he cursed viciously:
"Be more careful next time."

He threw Ji Baichang's cell phone to the ground, smashing it into pieces, and then left with satisfaction.

"Don't waste time, Lao San. Come and get the money!"

A hooded gangster standing in front of the counter shouted.

"coming!"

The red masked gangster then left Ji Baichang.

"Oh, looks like I need to buy a new phone again."

Ji Baichang sighed secretly. It seemed that the only thing he could do now was to squat on the ground obediently like everyone else.

During this month, Chen Ting taught them everything about the use of firearms and judgment on the battlefield.

We are almost never taught how to deal with a bank robbery.

If he was not from the army but from the armed police, he might talk about cases in this area.

There are currently four gangsters in the bank, one of whom is wearing a brown hood, trying to pull down the rolling door at the door, but he seems a bit clumsy and cannot pull it down.

The other two gangsters, wearing black and red masks respectively, stayed by the counter, smashed the glass of the bank counter with a shot, and threatened the teller inside to give them money.

There was also a man wearing a dark blue mask and holding a homemade gun, who was guarding the hostages who were squatting on the ground.

The task distribution was very reasonable, and it was obvious that the crime was premeditated and discussed in advance.

Ji Baichang had also imagined in his mind a scene in which he displayed his supernatural power and subdued all four gangsters by himself.

But that was just a fantasy. If he really took action, it should be no problem for him to deal with a gangster.

But then what?
And then he was shot to death by a few bullets from the homemade guns they made, right?
"It would be great if Qinglong was here. He could just face these messy homemade guns and defeat them right?"

Ji Baichang thought.

If I had known this would happen, I would have let Lu Qinglong go out.
In the midst of my wandering thoughts, I felt as if someone patted my shoulder.

When he turned around, he found that Chen Ting appeared behind him without him noticing.

"class"

Ji Baichang was about to speak excitedly when Chen Ting covered his mouth with his hand, put his index finger on his lips and shook his head.

His face revealed a solemn expression, and he made a series of tactical gestures towards Ji Baichang in front of him.

Ji Baichang had learned the tactical sign language quite well, and he understood it after reading it once. After he repeated it, Chen Ting nodded and made an "OK" gesture, indicating that he knew he understood.

Ji Baichang suddenly covered his stomach with his hands, a painful expression appeared on his face, and he shouted loudly, attracting the attention of the three gangsters in the bank.

However, the two gangsters who were packing money at the counter had no time to deal with Ji Baichang.

Instead, the gangster wearing a dark blue mask who was in charge of these hostages stepped forward and looked at Ji Baichang with some confusion.

What is this guy doing? He didn't even shoot, so why does it act like he shot him in the stomach?
"Hey! What are you doing?!"

"My stomach hurts and I feel like I'm going to poop."

Ji Baichang said these disgusting words in public without any shame.

The fact was just as he thought. When the gangster in the dark blue mask heard what he said, an expression of disgust appeared on his face and all his attention was focused on Ji Baichang.

Chen Ting, who was standing behind the criminal, suddenly tensed up his right calf muscles and leaped up like a cheetah.

The right elbow struck with great force and accuracy, hitting the temple of the gangster wearing a dark blue mask.

The pupils of the gangster in the dark blue mask dilated and he was thrown to the ground by the blow.

After Chen Ting killed the gangster with one shot, he grabbed the gangster who had fallen to the ground with his left hand, gently put him on the ground, and took the homemade gun from his weak hand.

The whole process took less than a second. The movements were smooth and without any sound, which stunned Ji Baichang who was standing beside him.

He laid the unconscious criminal steadily on the ground, used a chair as cover, and moved towards the two men at the counter in a low pace.

The teller at the counter took out the money with a pale face, and the two gangsters at the counter kept stuffing the cash in front of them into the bags they were carrying.

"Second brother, what happened to that guy just now?"

"Let Lao Si guard the door, and you come over and help us collect money! We're going to be rich this time!"

The leading gangster, wearing a black hood, shouted excitedly while packing money.

It's just that the second one he mentioned had already died from Chen Ting's elbow.

"boom!"

He was answered by a gunshot.

Nearly a hundred lead bullets were fired from the homemade gun in Chen Ting's hand, and the tiny lead bullets evenly hit the two people who were putting money into the black bag.

The two gangsters froze in place, with expressions of disbelief all over their faces.

Just as they were about to react, they were greeted by another gunshot:
"boom!"

Lead bullets spurted out from the muzzle again, and the two men fell heavily to the ground.

This is not over yet. Chen Ting aimed at the opponent's head with an expressionless face.

Adhering to the principle of two shots to the chest and one shot to the head, in order to prevent the opponent from suddenly coming back to life and causing unnecessary harm to him, he pulled the trigger again.

But this time, there was a sound of bullets being fired from the homemade gun in his hand.

"This is a homemade gun modified from a hunting rifle. It only has two bullets?"

Chen Ting frowned, threw the homemade gun in his hand on the counter in the distance, picked up the homemade gun in the hand of the man in the black hood, and shouted:
"Ji Baichang! Keep an eye on them both!"

He turned around, used the iron chair as cover, raised his gun and pulled the trigger at the last gangster.

The lead bullets scattered in the air, and when they actually hit the gangsters ten meters away, the damage caused was really not that high. Only a few of them hit, and the last gangster's body paused.

　There will be another update tomorrow at noon

　　
　
(End of this chapter)