"boom!"

"Run out... ugh! How, how is it possible!"

Marseille opened his eyes wide. His life was over. The bullet shot into his body with huge kinetic energy, leaving a smoking bullet hole in the bloated coat. A wave of blood spattered out, bringing out

Pink fat.

Sisko walked slowly towards Marseille.

Marseille lowered his head, took a hard look at the bullet holes on his body, looked at Sisko's blurry figure, and only said: "Sooner or later, you, you will be like me, like me..."

Sisko came to Marseille, raised his gun and tapped the brim of his hat, and said with a smile: "Then I hope this day will come later."

"Bang!"

"Gudu."

Bi Fang pressed his back against the wall, feeling the countless ballistic trajectories behind him. Those murderous bullets flew past the wall, and a trace of cold sweat slid across his forehead.

He swallowed, a little unbelievable.

In terms of actual combat accuracy, pistols are far inferior to rifles and machine guns because the pistol's aiming baseline is short and there is no support for shooting. The distance used in actual combat is often only controlled between 5 and 20 meters.

The vast majority of trained individual soldiers can only guarantee the shooting accuracy of the pistol at a distance of 25 meters. If the shooting accuracy is to be guaranteed at a distance of 50 meters, only a very small number of shooting experts can hit a fixed target. If the target is moving, then the target will be hit.

The difficulties are more than doubled.

More than sixty meters away, in dim light, one shot hit.
Chapter completed!