The Road to Slaying God

"fifteen!"

As soon as the roar ended, suddenly, a blade of light flew through the air, dragging out a gray shadow, like gray lightning.

What a speed!

Everyone was secretly shocked. Brother Dao's sword was indeed well-deserved!

"Bang"

"Peng!"

The sound of gunshots and the impact of bullets sounded at the same time. The wooden handle of the kitchen knife that was spinning at high speed in the air was exploded by the bullets. The kitchen knife also deviated from the direction and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound on the marble floor.

In fact, this was all between lightning and flint, and words cannot describe its speed at all, because before the impact of the first shot and the first knife was heard and the kitchen knife had not hit the ground, the second shot, the third shot, and the third shot were fired. Four shots had been fired in succession.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sound of bullets and kitchen knives colliding with each other exploded in the air, and the sounds of the kitchen knives falling to the ground were intertwined. Brother Dao's kitchen knife seemed to be alive, and it always collided with bullets.

It was impossible to tell whether the bullet hit the kitchen knife or the kitchen knife hit the bullet.

This is a very important question, because among the two people, one must be defending and the other is attacking, and the defender is forced to use bullets or kitchen knives to lower the opponent's offensive. There is no way to kill the opponent. Therefore, in this situation, Those on the defensive can no longer win.

Just after the first shot was fired, both of their bodies moved. Brother Dao's five kitchen knives jumped in the air, and his body jumped on the coffee table and rushed towards Brother Ji. However, Brother Ji walked around the coffee table, step by step, seemingly Extremely stable.

Neither kitchen knives nor pistols seem suitable for long-distance combat. It is easier to hit them at close range.

When the first shot was fired, the fifteen meters was already close to twelve meters.

When the second shot was fired, it was already close to eight meters.

The third and fourth shots were fired almost continuously, and the distance between the two was close to 1.5 meters... Everyone's heart jumped to their throats. Fifteen seconds seemed like a hundred years. The huge pressure made everyone Everyone stopped breathing, and there was only the sound of knives and bullets hitting each other in the hall. There was an eerie silence, a depressing silence, a palpitating silence... One meter!

Brother Ji's pupils dilated, the last bullet.

This is the last chance.

From the beginning, Brother Dao seized the opportunity. After all, the count is controlled by Brother Dao. Brother Dao presses the knife on the fifteenth, just like a sprinter presses the sound of the starting gun to start, occupying all advantages.

At that moment, Ji Ge knew that he had lost the possibility of winning. He had to keep shooting the kitchen knife that was hitting him. Otherwise, even if he shot the knife, both sides would suffer. This was something Ji Ge didn't want to see. arrived, so Brother Ji had to get closer to Brother Dao... "Bang!"

Brother Ji's sharp eyes suddenly lit up and he fired, because he discovered that Brother Dao had not let go of his last kitchen knife. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

A kitchen knife is always a kitchen knife, not a shield. If you don't take the initiative to attack, it is impossible to fight against a pistol.

As long as Brother Dao gets shot, he loses.

"Clang!"

"not good!"

Ji Ge was startled, and a chill ran down his spine. When he heard a metallic crisp sound from the bullet that was supposed to hit the heart, Ji Ge knew that something was wrong.

He was fooled!

Brother Dao predicted his shooting position and did not take the last shot. Instead, he used the blade of the knife to protect his heart.

This is a big gamble!

This is gambling with life!

If Brother Ji's shooting target is Brother Dao's head, Brother Dao will pay the price with his life.

However, Brother Dao knows very well that people have an instinct. When attacking a target, they will attack big targets, such as the stomach and heart, which are more conspicuous places, and the head is the hardest part to hit, because, The head is small, and the movement of the brain is very flexible. Generally, few people would choose to attack the head, especially when there are not many bullets... Just when Brother Ji realized that something was wrong, his body retreated crazily.

His potential has also reached its limit.

His feet moved rapidly and continuously.

arrive

When he reached the target, just as he was retreating, the magazine opened. With a "swipe" sound, Ji Ge swept the coffee table behind with his backhand, and a bullet disappeared. "Click!" Loading... Shockingly!

Brother Ji's body was frozen, like a sculpture. He didn't dare to move because he felt an icy chill around his neck, which penetrated his heart.

Brother Dao's knife.

It's Brother Dao's knife.

A heavy and sharp boning knife was placed on Ji Ge's neck. Ji Ge believed that as long as he moved, the slightest touch of the knife would be enough to make his head fall to the ground.

Everyone looked at the strange scene.

Ji Ge's body was tilted, holding the gun with one hand and touching the tail of the firing pin of the pistol with the other hand. The muzzle was pointed downward. Everyone knew that this was a loading action.

Brother Dao's body stood on the coffee table where the bullets were placed. The kitchen knife was held in his hand like a guillotine, a guillotine that could fall at any time. The sharp blade was placed on Brother Ji's neck, shining with an icy cold light.

Only then did everyone discover that there were traces of bullet impact on one side of the kitchen knife... "I lose, kill me!" Brother Ji looked lonely, and everyone felt the emotion emanating from his heart. Vicissitudes of life.

A firearms expert who was confident in himself and proud of himself was defeated by a knife player, leaving him with no hope of living.

This kind of blow is unforgivable for Brother Ji, who thinks highly of himself.

"I said, I will leave ten bullets for my little brother, so your life is not mine, but my little brother's." Brother Dao put away his knife and walked to Zhang Yang's side with a long smile. He said: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, brother."

"Well, yes, you're welcome, brother!"

Brother Dao and Zhang Yang looked at each other and smiled. No one understood what this smile meant. Only Zhang Yang and Brother Dao understood it. In fact, Brother Dao only understood it just now. When he blocked Brother Ji's bullet with his fifth knife, he I found that I had overestimated the physical strength of my injured body. Even if Brother Ji had one more bullet, he would lose, not Brother Ji.

Who knew that Zhang Yang had simulated this result thousands of times in his brain, and he came to a conclusion: Brother Dao couldn't stop fifteen bullets, five at most!

"How do you want to compete?" Brother Ji looked at Zhang Yang who came out with a blank look on his face. Now, he has lost his enthusiasm for the competition.

"Haha, actually, you have already lost. It doesn't make any sense whether I win or lose. So, I will make a bet with you, in front of these hundreds of brothers, and of course, a group of your subordinates."

"how?"

"If I lose, of course I have nothing to say. I can help Brother Dao promise you that these golden years will still belong to you. From now on, we will never step in, except for consumption, of course..."

"What if I lose?"

"If you lose, you will naturally have to pay a price. If you lose, you will follow Brother Dao from now on. All your power belongs to Brother Dao. From now on, Brother Dao will be your big brother."

Zhang Yang's eyes became unusually bright. This idea was something he came up with on the spur of the moment. Brother Ji also has a strong charlatanism. He and Brother Dao have different styles, with the boldness of the Northeasterners and the delicacy of the Southerners. This is a different kind of martial arts habit, which can be seen from the fact that he challenged Brother Dao, and this kind of person values ​​​​trust and commitment most, so he has a desire to conquer.

It is undoubtedly much easier to conquer a character like Brother Ji than to cultivate a character like this.

Somalia's long-term model of investing in cultivating talents has lost interest in Zhang Yang.

Now, what Zhang Yang wants to do most is to establish his own power in a short time, and a power like Ji Ge, who has certain strength but cannot get on the stage, is the most suitable choice for Zhang Yang.

Generally speaking, there are at least thousands of people like Ji Ge in China. If this force can be gathered together, it will be a huge force.

"Do you think I will agree?" A trace of disdain flashed in Ji Ge's eyes.

"Haha, you don't dare? Are you afraid of losing?" Zhang Yang smiled lightly.

"It's not a question of winning or losing. Brother Dao and I are similar characters. Do you think people like me will follow others?" Brother Ji asked.

"No, if you want to be with the boss, you have many choices. At least, with your talent, you can choose a boss who can get along better than Brother Dao, instead of a gangster from another city."

"Well, it's good to understand." A trace of relief and a trace of pride flashed in Brother Ji's eyes.

"That's the thing, but you overestimate yourself. Your gun can't beat Brother Dao's sword. Moreover, your gun can't beat my gun. The gun skills you are proud of are just a piece of cake in my eyes." What a joke, you are actually so fragile in front of us, even if you and I are in the same situation, you don’t even have a chance to shoot, why are you so proud?" Zhang Yang smiled coldly.

"Can you tell me not to shoot?" There was a sneer on Brother Ji's face, and there was a hint of ridicule in the sneer. No one can arrogantly say in front of him that he will not be given a chance to shoot, even if he lost just now Brother Dao, he still has this confidence. What's more, he didn't completely lose just now. If there is one more bullet, the outcome will be reversed.

(To be continued)