He won't let the bullet turn.

Not possible now!

"Bang bang!"

The butcher was already alert at the moment of turning around. Although he accidentally kicked Locke off his pistol, the butcher's melee skills were also very good.

He is strong enough and has strong enough.

One force is used to describe a butcher, which is perfect.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The butcher moved his neck, thinking gaba, looking at Locke in front of him, and his mouth widened: "It's interesting, I thought he was an ordinary high school student, but I didn't expect it."

Lock also raised his lips: "I don't know yet. When I first came to New York, I would be missed by the brothers. I feel that I have too much face."

"Yeah?"

The butcher smiled cruelly and rumbling like a tank, rumbling over: "I will treat you well."

Death!

"Bang!"

"What?"

The butcher quickly hid to the side, and in an instant, it was like a fat pig falling to the ground, splashing countless dust.

but……

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The "Silver Dancer" in Locke's hand was repeatedly buckled, expressionless, and a little cutie burst out from the muzzle, bursting out flames and sweeping the butcher who was obviously flexible and disagreeable with body shape.

Only with a sceptic pen will play melee battles with you.

Locke is very poor now. He came to New York and brought a few sets of clothes in total. What if it gets dirty?

"Bang!"

"ah!"

The butcher roared in a low voice, turned over, hid behind an iron bucket with his injured leg that was shot, and then a butcher knife with a cold light was thrown out.

Bang!

The butcher's knife landed on the ground and entered the ground three points.

Next second.

"Bang!"

"Dong!"

Locke's eyes shrank slightly, and he flashed. He could almost clearly see that a yellow bullet was flying by in front of him, rubbing his body and then hitting the distance without decreasing force.

"Child."

The butcher said loudly: "You don't think I only have one..."

"Bang!"

"Well!"

The butcher's eyes shrank, his head lowered, and looked at a muzzle that appeared on his chest in disbelief.

how……

possible!

Locke walked to the butcher expressionlessly, looked at the butcher who lowered his head and looked at the butcher on his chest, and his mouth slightly raised: "You don't think I'll just go straight."

Butcher:"……"

"Intermediate Patch Card: The game mall price is 50,000 Achievement Points. You have a chance to refresh a 10% discount when using the Treasure Refresh Coupon. After successful use, you can immediately copy the skills used by the NPC, and the skill level will be converted according to the level of the printing object."

『The printing was successful!』

"Gunsplitting: blue quality, intermediate, ordinary marksmanship, straightforward and uninnovative, but your marksmanship is fancy and extremely fatal!"

Although Locke's ideal rubbing object is the cross.

but……

Rock investigated last night and found that the cross had defected and Wesley had entered the factory.

at the moment?

Intermediate, not bad!

"you……"

The butcher was obviously a little weak, and the boss stared at him, as if he wanted to ask why Locke could also do gun-swinging skills, but perhaps considering that this was too long, it turned into a word: "Who are you...?"

Locke squatted down in front of the butcher, staring at the butcher's eyes that had begun to dissipate, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "I want to know, I won't tell you."

The words fell.

Locke lifted his gun.

Bang!
Chapter completed!