Walking Tall

Seeing Qi Kunlun coming back, all the people were full of energy.

Qi Kunlun grabbed Xu jinkuan's collar with one hand, dragged him through the snow, walked all the way to the tomb of Qi Hong, and then threw it down.

When they saw Xu jinkuan, who had been caught by all kinds of ties, their eyes became more desperate. Now, when they arrived, the God of death would lift the sickle.

Xu jingkuan is grabbed by Chen Jingmeng and kneels down in front of the grave.

"Gun." Qi Kunlun held out his hand to Yang Dakai.

Yang Dakai took off his rifle and solemnly handed it to Qi Kunlun.

Qi Kunlun picked up the Army Style HK416, withdrew the magazine for inspection, and then inspected the gun machine and other components. After confirming that they were correct, he loaded again, pulled the bolt, and adjusted the firing mode to single shot.

"Kunlun, let me. I did a lot of evil when I was young, and I'm not afraid of these two lives." Said the iron.

"No, we have a family. We have debts to pay. I will avenge elder brother's revenge with my own hands. " Qi Kunlun squinted and said, "kill these people, I will not have any psychological burden."

The masterminds of Qi Hong's murder all shouted and cried, one by one, but they were choked by rags and could not speak.

Qi Kunlun waved, and the two soldiers immediately stepped forward and pressed the shoulder of the first criminal.

On one side, an officer of the political office pleaded: "the criminal, long Xianyun, betrayed the business secrets of Qitian group, framed and planted Qihong, the chairman of Qitian group, maliciously sold the original shares of each subsidiary under Qitian group for personal gain"

Qi Kunlun took off his coat, and five dragon stars glittered with gold. He walked behind the criminal coldly.

Qi Kunlun took up the muzzle of his gun, pointed it at the back of the criminal's brain, murmured and chanted. If he didn't get close, he couldn't hear what he was reading at all.

"Bang!"

The muzzle of the gun was ablaze, and the bullet went through the head and hit the ground.

The blood didn't splash everywhere, but the man had fallen down. After falling down, the blood slowly spread out and dyed the white snow on the ground red.

Qi Kunlun was already familiar with the human body structure. He knew where the bullet would be killed as soon as possible, but he could avoid the blood splashing all over his body.

Even professional executioners would be surprised to see Qi Kunlun's accurate shooting angle.

The explosive power of bullets is too strong. It is very common to hit people's heads with blood splashing and brains flying around. In order to avoid being touched by these things, it is necessary to master the angle.

The executioners often discuss in private where to put the bullet in can make people die the fastest, and how to hit it to prevent them from being touched by blood.

After a shot, everyone involuntarily closed their eyes.

Qi Kunlun was expressionless, and the officer of the political office had gone behind the second criminal, and began to read out the confession: "Wu Dafu"

the prayer in Qi Kunlun's mouth seemed to have never stopped. He walked slowly to the back of the second criminal with his gun in his hand, raised the muzzle, chanted and pulled the trigger.

Third.

Fourth.

The fifth

shot by shot, Qi Kunlun's eyes did not blink once, looking at an enemy or traitor who murdered his elder brother, one by one fell into the snow.