All three of them entered the field, two Western gunmen stood together, Lin Kun stood on the other side, the straight-line distance of the shooting range was not far, only about fifty meters, with many obstacles in the middle, and high-end bulletproof glass around them, which means that everyone stood outside and could see everything inside clearly and clearly, without worrying that the sudden bullets would kill themselves.

Bang!

The gunshots sounded, and two Western gunmen fired first. One of them was slightly taller and the other was slightly fat. The two of them cooperated from left to right, holding m31 submachine guns in their hands, and the magazines were all lengthened.

The normal M31 submachine gun has only 30 rounds of bullets, and their magazines have a capacity of 60 rounds.

Although the two chose a submachine gun, they did not come up and just sweep it randomly. Instead, they shot accurately. Judging from the posture of the two holding the gun and the accuracy of the shot, it is absolutely true that they are S-level gunmen.

The S-level gunman needs to go through a lot of training. A beginner can only be considered as the e-level, and there are five levels: d, c, b, a, and s, and each level can be divided into three levels.

It can be said that an ordinary S-level gunman can be regarded as a sharpshooter. Their shooting skills are different from those of the Olympics. Those shooting champions have more competitive elements, while they are heading for the death.

Two Western gunmen cooperated continuously and surrounded the obstacle that Lin Kun was dodging. Under their continuous shooting, Lin Kun could not have any chance to poke his head out. The final result was only one, and he was surrounded and killed.

As for Lin Kun, apart from not wearing bulletproof vests, he did not choose firearms after entering this shooting range. This is the most uncomprehensible thing for everyone.

Could it be that he wants to kill his opponent? The so-called etiquette in China is really ridiculous. This no longer involves etiquette. It is a completely temptation to commit suicide and die.

The two Western gunmen had excellent shooting skills and soon surrounded Lin Kun's obstacles. They looked at each other and planned to rush over at the same time, shooting Lin Kun on the left and right, and would never show any mercy.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly flew out from behind the obstacle. The two gunmen reacted immediately and shot at the figure with guns together.

Tatta...

The two people who kept firing, pulled the trigger, and the bullet shot out like raindrops, leaving no room for anything. The figure flying out of the air was instantly beaten to pieces and then fell lightly to the ground.

Everyone present was stunned...

The moment everyone saw the figure flying out, they all secretly shouted in their hearts that this Chinese man would probably be beaten into a sieve.

However, everyone present, in addition to the compatriots in China and the Princess Lilia, and even the two entourages of Princess Lilia, believed that this Chinese man was responsible for his own fault. He was enough to pretend without wearing a bulletproof vest and did not choose weapons. If such a person is not killed, it will be incompatible with the law of nature. (Two 1)

But when everyone came to their senses, they found that the person flying out was not a human at all, but a gray top, the real figure flew out from behind the obstacle.

His speed is very fast...

Two knives in his hands, black and golden black ghost beasts, and white ghost beasts with shiny sword lights. The two knives first crossed together and wiped the neck of the slightly taller gunman.

The slightly tall gunman's body just shook slightly and stopped moving. Someone saw a squirting blood splashing out, followed by a click, and the submachine gun in the slightly tall gunman's hand fell to the ground.

Lin Kun was wearing a white T-shirt and immediately dodged on the spot, dodging the charge of the fat gunman. The bullets hit the ground with crackling, splashing a large amount of smoke and dust.

There are not many bullets left in the submachine gun, and this strafing will inevitably have all the magazines.

The fat gunman had a layer of cold sweat oozing from his forehead. While he was retreating and dodging under his feet, he immediately replaced a new magazine. The whole set of actions was excellent and coherent. He changed the magazine to pushing the bolt, which happened in less than a second. (June 4th)

This has almost reached the ultimate level of a gunman...

"Go to die!"

The fat gunman raised his gun and pulled the trigger at Lin Kun who was purging him.

Everyone outside had their eyes wide open. At this critical moment, the muzzle was aimed at Lin Kun's chest. No matter how fast his feet were, they would definitely die unless they could exceed the speed of light.

Some fanatical Western ambassadors, especially the three ambassadors who were provoking trouble, had their eyes shining. This guy was finally going to be killed. No matter what his identity is, he signed a life-and-death certificate. If they come to China this time, they will definitely receive commendations after they return to China.

Some Chinese and some ambassadors of countries with good relations with China closed their eyes at this moment. They really didn't want to see the scene where Lin Kun's chest was shot and penetrated. Such a scene was too cruel...

"Lin Kun!"

Princess Musha and Song Xinyi, whose heart was already in their throat, shouted loudly, and Barbaria, who was not far away, also shouted, "Lin..."

Zhou Weiguo's eyes were about to break and shouted loudly: "Lin Kun, you can't die!"

Tatta...

The gunshots sounded, and the gunshots should have sounded like this, which was in line with everyone's expectations.

However, the gunshot only happened in everyone's imagination, and there was no gunshot sound. There was a crisp sound, accompanied by a clicking sound, half of the gun body cut off, and the fingers pressed on the trigger were cut off, and then blood splashed in everyone's eyes and fell to the ground.

The dust and smoke in the shooting range were lingering, and the smell of strong bullet smoke filled the smoke, the smell of dust flying on the mud and sandy ground, and the smell of blood and fear...

His fingers were cut off, and the fat gunman's eyes suddenly widened. The severe pain made him want to scream heart-wrenchingly, but he didn't make a sound. Suddenly, a coldness occurred on his neck, followed by blood splashing out.

With all the unwillingness and fear, the fat gunman covered his cut throat with both hands and fell back with his eyes wide open. The anger in his eyes gradually dissipated. The moment he fell to the ground with a hush, he turned gloriously burping.

Dead silence...
Chapter completed!