Bang!

The gunshots!

If you shoot at such a close distance, you will definitely shoot with no mistakes.

The fat bandit didn't even have a chance to snort, and his body fell down softly.

Wang Lin took a breath, pushed away the fat bandit's body with force, coughed twice, and gave Zhou Xiaomin a thumbs up.

"Wang Lin!" Zhou Xiaomin asked hurriedly, "Are you okay?"

Wang Lin gasped for a few consecutive breaths and reached out his hand: "Give me the gun."

Zhou Xiaomin stuffed the gun into Wang Lin's hand.

Wang Lin stood up and walked towards the tall man.

"Uncle Zhong!" Wang Lin shouted, and aimed the tall man with his gun.

Uncle Zhong understood and stopped fighting. He kicked his legs and kicked the tall man away. He took the opportunity to roll back and roll away from afar.

At the same time, a gunshot came!

The tall man was shot in the chest and fell to the ground with huge thrust.

This shot did not kill the tall man. He stood up tenaciously with his hands on the ground!

Wang Lin was ruthless and fired several shots until all the bullets in the gun were shot empty.

The tall man was shot several times, his body shaking, and his body was covered in blood. He raised his hand, pointed at Wang Lin, and spit out a mouthful of blood foam: "You, you're dead!"

Then, he fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and finally stopped moving.

Wang Lin threw away the gun and turned around and hugged Zhou Xiaomin.

Zhou Xiaomin also hugged Wang Lin tightly.
Chapter completed!