Raft for All: I'm guaranteed to get a golden affix when I upgrade!

Xiao Zheng looked at the firearm in One-Eyed Qiang's hand, but instead of panicking, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

I was worried about not having a handy firearm for self-defense, but I didn't expect someone to deliver it to my door.

Since someone was so eager to give it to him, he naturally accepted it all.

One-Eyed Qiang's finger had just gripped the trigger, ready to unleash his power.

In that split second, Xiao Zheng made his move.

He casually tossed the plastic hook in his right hand to his side.

Activate the "100% Accuracy" keyword!

A plastic hook attached to a rough rope tore through the air at a speed that defied the laws of physics, leaving a blinding white line in mid-air!

Mind lock, target: the gun in One-Eyed Strong's hand!

"Snapped!"

A very crisp, clear sound.

The plastic hook ignored any obstacles and precisely and firmly locked itself into the trigger guard of the pistol!

One-Eyed Qiang didn't even see what was flying towards him. He only felt his hands suddenly tremble, and an overwhelming and irresistible pulling force came from the gun handle!

"Hiss! What is that!" he cried out in pain as the flesh of his index finger, which was on the trigger, was instantly torn apart. He gripped the gun handle tightly, trying to resist the force.

But he was facing Xiao Zheng, whose strength attribute was as high as 83 points, comparable to a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Xiao Zheng's arm muscles bulged slightly, and he suddenly pulled back!

"what!"

One-Eyed Qiang screamed as the pistol was forcibly pulled from his bloodied palm, shooting into the air along with the plastic hook, flying straight toward the water platform.

One-Eyed Qiang maintained his gun-raising posture, his hands empty.

He stared blankly at the pistol tracing an arc through the air, his mind completely blank. The surrounding bandits, who had been shouting wildly, were also stunned and fell silent.

That was their ultimate trump card, the one they used to dominate this sea area and turn the tide!

He was completely disarmed by a broken plastic hook?!

Is this something a human being could do?!

The pistol landed steadily in Xiao Zheng's palm; it was quite heavy, and the metallic texture was cool.

He tossed it casually and skillfully pulled the safety pin with his thumb.

"Click".

The crisp sound of a machine cocking a gun became the only sound on the deathly silent sea, striking the hearts of every robber.

The identification information appears simultaneously:

[High-Quality Homemade Revolver]

Magazine capacity: 5/6

Five bullets left. This is a huge win.

Xiao Zheng toyed with the pistol, looking down at the one-eyed Qiang who was on the verge of collapse, and said in a flat tone: "Nice gun, I'll take it."

That statement is absolutely devastating.

One-Eyed Qiang's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, trembling with rage. He pointed at Xiao Zheng and cursed, "Give it back to me! You robber! That's my gun! Brothers, climb up and kill him!"

However, the few henchmen behind him were trembling in fear; who dared to make a move?

They can even take a gun with their bare hands, going up there now would just be suicide!

Xiao Zheng didn't bother with any unnecessary words. He simply raised his arm, lowered the muzzle of his gun, and locked onto One-Eyed Qiang's right leg.

Without any warning, he pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The deafening gunfire tore through the sea breeze!

"ah--!!"

One-Eyed Strong's right leg instantly exploded into a blinding spray of blood. The high-quality bullet pierced through the thigh muscle with overwhelming force, breaking the leg bone.

He let out a bloodcurdling scream, his entire body slamming heavily onto the wooden planks. Blood gushed out from the bullet holes, instantly staining the broken planks beneath his feet crimson.

"My legs! My legs are ruined!"

This shot completely shattered the rioters' last psychological defenses.

One of the fat robbers was so frightened that his legs went weak and he plopped down into the sea from the edge.

As Xiao Zheng rotated his wrist

When the still-smoking gun barrel was pointed at a bald man holding an iron pipe next to him.

The bald man dropped his weapon as if electrocuted, slamming his head heavily against the wooden board, crying and sobbing: "Brother, don't kill me! Father! One-Eyed forced us to do it! We were just menial laborers!"

This triggered a chain reaction, and the remaining bandits all knelt on the ground, frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy on the broken wooden planks.

Lin Xiaoya, standing behind him, finally relaxed her tense shoulders.

She picked up the crossbow that had fallen to the ground, and looking at the broad and tall figure in front of her, her initial fear gradually subsided, replaced by an unparalleled sense of security.

Xiao Zheng did not fire a second shot. The number of bullets was limited, and it was more worthwhile to save them to deal with high-level mutated creatures.

Xiao Zheng put away his pistol and tucked it behind his waist.

Seeing this, some of the bandits kneeling on the broken wooden planks secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

They're not going to fire anymore?

Does that mean... a way out has arrived?

Yellow Hair scrambled out of the sea, clinging to a broken log, soaking wet, and shivering as he shrank back into the crowd.

He glanced at One-Eyed Qiang, who was writhing and groaning in pain while clutching his thigh, and then at the man opposite him who remained calm and composed throughout.

Only one thought remained in my mind: I'd even call you "father" as long as you don't kill me.

The next second, he saw the man pull out a strangely shaped crossbow from behind his back.

The blond-haired man was taken aback.

弩？

Do people still use cold weapons these days?

Is this just meant to scare people?

One-Eyed Qiang noticed it too. He clutched the bloody hole in his leg, his whole body convulsing in pain, but he still managed to lift his head.

The other side had already put away their guns and taken out a crossbow. They were probably just putting on a show to force our group to hand over their supplies to save their lives.

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

The supplies have been given, that's all; life is more important than anything else.

He gritted his teeth and forced a fawning expression onto his face.

"Brother! Let's talk this out! I was blind to your greatness before!"

"Everything that belongs to us is yours! Not a single plank will be taken from you!"

"You're so kind, please spare us..."

"Whoosh!"

A very short whooshing sound.

One-Eyed Qiang's words came to an abrupt end.

A crossbow bolt coated with blue-ringed poison pierced his throat with pinpoint accuracy, the arrowhead protruding from the back of his neck, drawing out a cloud of blood.

One-Eyed Qiang stared wide-eyed at his single eye and reached with both hands to grab the arrow shaft at his throat.

The moment his fingers touched the arrow, the skin on his neck quickly turned black and began to ulcerate.

The poison spread along the wound, and within three seconds, the entire face turned into a mass of purplish-black rotten flesh.

It can kill instantly upon contact with blood.

Before he could even let out a complete scream, One-Eyed Qiang fell forward and crashed heavily onto the broken wooden planks.

dead.

This notorious bandit leader, who roamed the seas and robbed countless people, didn't even leave a single word as his last words.

The kneeling bandits around them all froze.

Looking at the boss's rotten face, Huang Mao felt a wave of nausea and vomited on the wooden board with a "goo".

Xiao Zheng moved the arrow slot.

The second crossbow bolt was loaded.

Without a word or hesitation, he raised his hand and pulled the trigger on the nearest bald man.

"Whoosh!"

A purplish-black mass exploded on the bald man's chest, and he fell backward into the sea without even thrashing about.

The third arrow.

The fourth arrow.

Each one was crisp and clean.

Before the two bandits could even stand up, crossbow bolts pierced their shoulders and abdomens respectively, and the poison spread much faster than they could beg for mercy.