Urban Conceited Soldier

Yunding District, outside of Luojia mansion.

The cold light flashed past in bidal's hand, and the two short blades were already in his hand. He caught a sneer at the corner of his mouth, looked at No. 1 who was standing in front of him, and said with a grim smile: "name me, I'm under bidal. I don't want to kill nobody."

No. 1, with a pistol and a sharp eye on bidal, replied in a deep voice, "tell your ancestors that the man who killed you is Huaxia soldier!"

"Chinese soldiers? Ha ha, ridiculous

Bidal curled his mouth, his legs suddenly shot, and the whole person rushed forward in an instant, not caring about the pistol in number one's hand.

"Bang!"

No. 1 didn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

With a loud bang at the muzzle, the bullet spun and screamed out of the gun.

No. 1's hand was steady and there was no sign of shaking.

Bidal is not more than five meters away from him. Shooting the moving target from this distance is like eating and drinking water for him, a member of the wolf thorn team.

However

This shot is down!

The bullet went over bidal and hit the wall not far away, leaving a deep hole the size of a bowl.

No. 1 didn't understand how bidal evaded his own shot. Suddenly, as soon as it was dark, bidal had already crossed the distance of five meters and came to him.

"Chinese soldiers? It's all a bunch of crap

Bidal grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth. His eyes were full of murderous intent, and he punched out!

"Bang!"

There was a greater noise than the sound of a gun.

No. 1, like a crashed helicopter, was directly blasted out of a few meters and fell to the ground.

He reluctantly propped up his body and tried to get up to fight, but his stomach turned and his throat was sweet. Blood and gastric juice gushed out at the same time, and he vomited wildly.

It was then that the pain spread.

Bidal's blow just now broke all his ribs!

"Ah

No. 1's eyes were bloodshot and roared.

As a member of the wolf thorn team, he has a steel like will, even if he is seriously injured, there will be no fear in his heart.

However, he could not stand up any more. The pain invaded his mind like a tide, tearing at every inch of his muscles and nerves.

He Falling down, dying!

"Nobody, there's no need to ask your name again."

Bidal twisted his neck, crackled, disdainful in his eyes, and looked at his next target, number two.

"I'll give you a shot. After three shots, I'll attack again. Let's go."

Bidal, with one hand on his hips, hooked his finger with one hand at the grim looking No. 2, motioning him to shoot.

2 heart a Lin, originally intended to draw the action is also rigid in the air.

At the moment, he finally thought of the training content of the security department instructor.

According to the instructor, in this world, there are a small group of individuals with incomparable strength.

In those people, conventional weapons are completely ineffective, just as a wooden machete can't deal with a boxing master.

The existence of those people makes the powerful guns useless.

This is the meaning of the existence of the war dragon Department.

"Is this the enemy that the war dragon division faces at the border and abroad?"

No. 2 felt awe inspiring, and his contempt for the instructor's words was swept away.

He knew the shooting method of No.1, and it was not too much to say that he could hit a hundred shots. However, at a distance of five meters, he almost had to hit the target. In front of him, the man with cold temperament not only avoided the shot of No.1 bullet, but also seriously injured him.

Only from the posture of No. 1 falling to the ground, No. 2 has already judged that his injury is very serious. If he is not treated within 10 minutes, he will be paralyzed at least, or he will die directly.

"Come on

The idea flashed through his mind. No. 2 untied the holster from his waist, threw it on the ground, clenched his fists, and set out to fight bidal.

Since the guns can't play a role, then use this pair of iron fists to defend the dignity of wolf thorn team!

"Hehe, I can't help myself."

Seeing that the other side didn't shoot, bidal set out to fight him, and his disdain became more and more obvious.

He stood in place, still did not launch the attack, but on the 2 hook fingers, smile said: "let you three moves."

No. 2 was completely infuriated by bidal's contemptuous attitude and burst into a drink. Like a cheetah chasing an antelope, No. 2 rushed out several meters in an instant. His muscles were as hard as steel, his wrists were strong, and his foot landed on the ground to accumulate strength. His fist was like a heavy hammer, and he directly hit bidal.

And on his body, also revealed innumerable flaw.In this war, he didn't have any intention to stay in defense. All his strength was put into the attack, and the intention was to exchange injury for injury.

It took bidal only a second to see the intention of the other side.

However, there was still no movement on his face. He turned his lips and whispered, "too slow."

At the moment that No. 2 fist was about to fall, bidal moved, lifted his foot, and from an extremely tricky angle, from the bottom to the top, from the first to the second, directly hit the mandible of No. 2.

"Click!"

The sound of broken bones is clear and audible!

No. 2's blood gushed out, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was still the same. His fist was about to hit bidal.

As long as it can make him hurt, even at the cost of his life, he is willing to!

However

He can't do it!

Bidal's wrists trembled, and his powerful thigh swung downward, kicking number two straight out, and his fist failed to touch a single hair of bidal's hair.

"As I said just now, it's too slow. It seems that you still don't believe me."

With a playful smile in his eyes, bidal walked toward number two and said in a cold voice, "for those who don't believe me, I'll let them accept the punishment of death."

"Bang!"

Another shot.

Directly blocked bidal's move towards number two.

Bidal dodged quickly and continued to approach number two.

The gunfire rang out again, but this time it was as dull as fried beans.

Like raindrops sliding down the eaves, they are extremely dense.

Bidal frowned, dodging and dodging, taking time to take a look at the direction of the shot.

In the sight, long Qingya holds two guns, constantly pulls the trigger, and adjusts the direction slightly to ensure that every bullet follows bidal's body. If he is careless, the bullet will penetrate his body mercilessly.

"It's kind of interesting."

Bidal looked at the elegant and elegant face of the dragon, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He murmured, "the bullet will run out. I think you can stop me for how long."