Jun Zhiyuan was playing with it. To be honest, he had never used this kind of pistol. He didn't know its range and accuracy. He had always used the Desert Eagle before, but now he suddenly wanted to change his taste and change his gun.

Those gangsters were even more frightened when they saw the gun in Jun Zhiyuan's hand. Even if Jun Zhiyuan didn't do anything to them, the mental torture was often stronger than the physical torture.

And the little boy's pupils dilated when he saw the pistol in Jun Zhiyuan's hand. The Beretta 92 was a gun that only the British royal family was eligible to own.

Many soldiers wanted to see it, but unfortunately they never knew what it was like until they died. He was also lucky enough to see it once when he was a soldier, and he was happy for a long time.

When he saw this gun here today, he had a different mood. He suddenly realized that what they had provoked was not a big shot in the underworld, but someone that many countries did not dare to offend.

If he remembered correctly, there were only two pistols out there, both of which were given as gifts by the King of England. One was given to the young leader of the Earth Dragon Gang, Han Xifeng, who stood proudly on top of the world.

There was also a pistol that was so mysterious that no one knew who it was given to, but he saw this pistol in front of him. He knew that there was really no way to escape today. If he was lucky enough to die in Beretta 92 and grab it, he would inevitably become a soldier.

one move,

Maybe he could show off with his dead comrades in the underworld, but he was wrong. It was so easy to die. How could Jun Zhiyuan let them die so cheaply?

Jun Zhiyuan pointed his gun at the green-haired gangster who had just replied. The green-haired gangster was trembling all over with the black muzzle of the gun. When he looked at him, there was already a puddle of water at his feet.

I was so frightened that I became incontinent.

Seeing this situation, Jun Zhiyuan smiled evilly. At this time, he was no longer the unstable CEO, but transformed into a Shura from hell, specially here to torture these people.

Jun Zhiyuan smiled lightly and said, "You can go now."

The green hair looked at Jun Zhiyuan in disbelief and asked uncertainly: "Can I really leave? Can I leave?"

Jun Zhiyuan frowned in displeasure: "Do you want me to say it a second time?"
Chapter completed!