Demon King Lingzhihuang is the best in the world

Chapter 330 Gun

There was a sneer on the corner of Erdong's lips, and he still stood with his chest folded, not moving at all, and he didn't have the kind of fear that the black young man expected.

Seeing Erdong's composure, the young man in the lead was taken aback for a moment, and thought to himself, could it be someone with background?Thinking of this, his hand slowly moved to his waist, touching the shiny black unlicensed pistol that had been polished by him.

The emptiness around his waist made him tremble with fear, the gun was obviously still there just now.

"Are you looking for this?" Zhao Erdong's delicate and soft voice rang out suddenly, and the English with a strong American flavor was pleasant to the ear. The teacher who taught her English back then was an American, so her tone was also transparent. It has an American flavor.

The three young men stared at Zhao Erdong's hand in astonishment, not because of how pretty her hand was, but because, in her palm, lay obediently a pistol, black and shiny, it was their boss's pistol.

Zhao Erdong picked up the pistol, played with it in his hand, and used his fingers to pull the trigger from time to time, and the muzzle of the gun was facing the young black man.

The young man knew that he had met a master and fell down, but the pistol was in the opponent's hand. This guy was bought with all their money, how could he just throw it away like this?

"Beautiful lady, this is all a misunderstanding. We just wanted to make a joke with you. This is mine. Please return it to me." The little black man stared at the trigger of the pistol, afraid that the woman would suddenly Just buckle it down.

"Misunderstanding?" She smiled lightly, the corners of her lips looked like blooming roses, which was extremely beautiful. She raised her hand, pointing her black muzzle at the black leader, and said, "Then, if I accidentally go off, Don't look for me when you die, it's just a misunderstanding"

The black man waved his hands desperately, being pointed at by his own gun, the taste was really unpleasant, and he didn't even dare to take a breath.

"Beautiful, beautiful lady, this is really just a misunderstanding, please return the gun to me, miss." The black man was already sweating profusely, and said calmly.

Zhao Erdong shrugged, handed the gun to the black man, and said, "Okay, I will return it to you, but you have to promise me that you will never use it, otherwise, you will be punished."

The black man nodded in agreement indiscriminately, took the gun in a hurry, turned around and ran, ran and checked the ammo clips, found that the clips were still there, stopped immediately, and shouted to the other two companions: "The gun is in our hands now. Come on, we don't have to run, it's them who should run"

The three of them turned around, and saw the woman and the boy, still standing there calmly, with the expression of watching a play on their faces, and their hearts were even more angry.

He finally raised his gun and pulled the trigger towards Zhao Erdong.

There was only a "bang" gunshot, and the black gun in the man's hand was blown apart, and even the palm of his hand was blown through, turning into a leaky hand.

"I said that if you don't keep your promise, you will be punished." She sneered, and no longer cared about the stunned black young man who even forgot to cry out for pain, and went up to the Versailles Hotel together with Xiaolan top floor.

"Erdong, what was that black thing just now? Dynamite?" Yue Wuqing was very curious and couldn't understand what they said like a deaf person, but that black thing was really interesting.

"That's a pistol. It's one of the weapons of humans on Earth. It can kill people no matter how close or far it is."

Zhao Erdong slowly explained that she knew a lot about pistols. She had two professional-level firearms teachers on Zhao's Secret Island.

(End of this chapter)