Fang Buwei stretched out his hand quickly and felt the direction and strength of the Jiang Feng.

The wind is not strong, so there is no need to correct it, a good opportunity!

He slightly moved his gun, aimed at Fu Xiao'an's left chest, and resolutely pulled the trigger.

In this era, no sniper would be so stupid that he could aim at someone's head, unless you are sure to hit the eye socket with one shot.

It is so common that bullets are stuck in bones.

As soon as the bullet was sprayed out, Fang Buwei quickly pulled the bolt and pushed the second bullet into the load.

Fu Xiaoan was excitedly debating something with Kazuo Oda.

Fang Buwei was afraid of affecting his status, so he did not open a wiretap.

But what you say doesn't matter anymore.

A bloody flower exploded in Fu Xiao'an's chest.

Fang Buwei fired a second shot while holding his breath.

When Fu Xiao'an was shot again and fell backwards with inertia, Kazuo Oda heard the gunshot.

In terms of rapid shooting, Fang Buwei was definitely the best in the world during the War of Resistance Against Japan.

Two shots in a second, even though I have been single for thirty years, I can't master this hand speed...

"Fu Sang, you are really misunderstanding. I really didn't sue you in front of you..."

Kazuo Oda smiled very vulgarly and happily, his face full of: I just complained, but I don’t admit it, what can you sacrifice to me?

Fu Xiao'an just opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he felt a heartache, as if he had been stabbed by someone. He was so painful that he was not breathing.

With a "sniff", a blood arrow gushed out, spraying on Oda Kazuo's face, making all his glasses blur.

Is it an assassin?

As soon as the thought came to my mind, I didn't even have a quick look on my mouth and I sniffled again.

This time, blood directly squirted into Kazuo Oda's mouth, fishy and salty.

It was not until this time that Kazuo Oda heard a gunshot.

"There are assassins..."

Oda Kazuo's roar was accompanied by the second gunshot. At the same time, Oda Kazuo used all his strength to fall to the ground.

His speed was even faster than Fu Xiao'an who was shot.

With a "bang", Oda Kazuo fell heavily to the ground.

It hurts a lot, but the neck hurts even more.

"Ha...he..." Oda Kazuo opened his mouth hard, sucking in big mouthfuls, but no trace of air was sucked into his lungs.

There was a blood hole the size of an egg on his neck.

A large stream of blood foam spurted out from Oda Kazuo's mouth and flowed out of his neck.

Oda Kazuo subconsciously wanted to cover his neck, but his chest hurt again, and his eyes subconsciously thrust out.

I'm going to die...

This is the last bit of consciousness of Oda Kazuo.

After a whole day and night, Fang Buwei vented all his anger and resentment on this gun.

Although he was angry, he was in a very good condition. He hit ten bullets and shot guns, but none of them were empty.
Chapter completed!