Chapter 67 The magical power is no match for hanging on the wall

Chapter 67 The magical power is no match for hanging on the wall

It's not their fault.

Although they are both American elites who have been using guns since they were young, they are shameless wall hangings if they can't stand up to each other!

The white-eye-like perspective provides Lin Zhongtian with all-round perspective without blind spots.

The firearms experience and knowledge he learned from the bald man's head, as well as Lin Zhongtian's precise control of his body muscles, made his marksmanship fast and precise.

Within the range, as long as there are no overly exaggerated wind speeds and other natural environmental influences, the bullets are almost flawless, comparable to self-aiming.

Coupled with the fact that gray mist energy can strengthen the body and accelerate healing, he can ignore bullets and forcibly block blood.

Facing such a wall-mounted wall with both perspective auto-aiming and blood-locking turned on, let alone these scavengers who are not combatants, even John Wick, the protagonist of the series of movies, would not dare to face Lin Zhongtian when he stood here. duel.

"Da da da--"

The AR-15's muzzle fire kept spitting out, accurately hitting every scavenger who dared to probe.

After finishing a round of bullets, Lin Zhongtian quickly hid in an abandoned car and changed the magazine.

The scavengers hiding behind the bunker seized the opportunity, all emerged from behind the bunker, and fired wildly in the direction of Lin Zhongtian. The abandoned car was naturally among their targets.

"Da da da--"

Bullets of various types pierced the air and penetrated the rusty iron of the car body with ease.

Lin Zhongtian changed the bullets, looked at the seven or eight wounds on his waist and ribs and sighed helplessly.

Sure enough, everything in the movie is a lie...

This shabby car has no bulletproof capabilities at all!

Fortunately, he is a blood-locked wall hanging, otherwise the body that had just been taken away would have been handed over here tonight.

Lin Zhongtian held the rifle, jumped out from behind the bunker, and continuously pulled the trigger in mid-air.

Seven bullets were fired from the barrel, accurately hitting seven ferocious-looking heads.

Lin Zhongtian landed on the ground and rolled, then knelt on one knee and used standard tactical actions to hit the target.

All the bullets fired at him, as long as they were not aimed at his head, were all shot down by him.

After finishing the three magazines he took from the bald man, the man in the forest threw away the AR15 rifle in his hand, pulled out the M1911 pistol from his waist, calmly aimed at the enemy and shot, and walked forward without dodging.

When Lin Zhongtian walked to the house, there were only a few sporadic gunshots in all directions.

Others were either frightened out of their wits by Lin Zhongtian and thought they had met Satan.

Or, he will really be sent to hell to meet Satan by Lin Zhongtian...

Looking at the scavenger who was hiding behind the sandbag, changing the magazine with trembling hands, Lin Zhongtian raised the corner of his mouth, lay on top of the sandbag, knocked the sandbag with the handle of his gun, and said hello politely.

"Hello, where is your boss?"

"...?"

The sudden sound made the scavenger tremble, his neck stiffened, and he raised his head and looked above his head.

He saw a handsome face sticking out from above the sandbag and looking at him. The smile on that face was clear and sunny, and there was a hint of dark red in the dark pupils, like the flames emerging from hell, which made him There was a hint of hallucination.

"Road... Lucifer!"

The scavenger muttered a word, then rolled his eyes and fainted from fright.

"Hey, answer my question first!"

Lin Zhongtian wordlessly poked his head with the barrel of his gun. Seeing that he had no reaction, he had no choice but to turn over and jump over the sandbag. He ignored the gunshots coming from both sides and went straight to the house.

"Dong dong dong——"

"anyone there?"

Lin Zhongtian knocked on the door politely.

After about ten seconds, a scavenger holding a shotgun carefully opened the door.

Perhaps he was frightened by the terrible movement outside the house. The other party did not dare to shoot immediately. He just pointed the gun at Lin Zhongtian and said in a hoarse tone: "The boss wants to see you."

Lin Zhongtian raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "He still dares to see me?"

The scavenger holding the shotgun was choked up when he heard the words, his expression was strange, and he didn't know how to reply.

Lin Zhongtian didn't want him to reply, so he nodded and praised: "Not bad, some courage."

After saying that, Lin Zhongtian opened the door and walked into the house calmly under the muzzle of three shotguns.

Not long after, Lin Zhongtian walked into a bulletproof safe house. Inside the house were five fully armed bodyguards stationed separately, and a blond middle-aged man wearing a dark red suit and holding a silver revolver.

He should be the boss of the Los Angeles Scavengers organization...

He looks younger than the old man named Charlie in New York.

Lin Zhongtian looked at him with interest.

At the same time, the blond middle-aged man was also quietly sizing up Lin Zhongtian.

Seeing that he looked like a mixed-race boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, the fear and tension in the blond man's heart gradually disappeared, replaced by the calmness and calmness of before.

"Who is you?"

The blond man clenched the revolver in his hand and asked in a deep voice.

Lin Zhongtian smiled, shook his head and said, "Who I am is not important. What is important is whether you have the information I want."

The blond man frowned: "What news?"

Lin Zhongtian rubbed the M1911 in his hand and said with a chuckle: "At 8:21 this evening, three black cars broke into the house of Congressman Mr. Zhou and shot and killed Mr. Zhou's family and three friends who came to visit him. , afterwards, your people disposed of the bodies of Mr. Zhou and others..."

The blond man sneered: "Is this why you came here?"

Lin Zhongtian nodded: "Yes, I want to know who placed this order with you."

The blond man and the surrounding bodyguards looked at each other, and the expressions on everyone's faces gradually became weird.

The next second, everyone in the room burst into laughter, as if they heard something extremely ridiculous.

Lin Zhongtian raised his eyebrows, his expression remained as usual, and after they had finished laughing, he asked politely: "Can you tell me now?"

The blond man laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. He held the revolver in his right hand and pressed it with his left hand, signaling Lin Zhongtian not to worry.

After he regained his composure, the blond man asked with a smile: "Little guy, do you know the Continental Hotel?"

Lin Zhongtian nodded: "I know."

The blond man asked again: "What about the high table?"

Lin Zhongtian nodded again: "I know."

The blond man said with a smile: "Since you know everything, you should also know that everything is under the high table. No one can go against the will of the high table. The same goes for me. You want to get customer information from me. Just let me break the rules of the high table, and people who break the rules often have only one destination, and that is death."

When he said the last sentence, the golden man's face darkened and he said coldly: "Since you want me to die, I can only ask you to die first!"

After saying that, the blond man raised the revolver in his hand, and the bodyguards scattered around him all drew their guns.

At this critical moment, Lin Zhongtian shouted: "Wait!"

The blond man frowned, raised his hand to stop his subordinate, and said calmly: "Do you have any last words?"

Lin Zhongtian glanced at the five bodyguards standing scattered, and then glanced at the three big men behind him holding shotguns. He looked at the blond man with a strange expression and asked doubtfully: "I said, don't you have surveillance here?"

The blond man frowned: "Of course."

Lin Zhongtian was even more confused: "How dare you attack me despite surveillance? Didn't you see how I massacred your men?"

An ominous premonition arose in the blond man's heart, and he looked beyond Lin Zhongtian to the three people behind him.

"Where are Rod and Dill?"

The blond man asked in a deep voice.

The three men holding shotguns looked at each other and whispered: "They... seem to have run away."

The blond man couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Run away?!"

Lin Zhongtian's head was covered with black streaks. It was probably because he opened the trap too violently and scared away the two people who were watching. As a result, the blond man and others only knew that he had come in single-handedly, and they did not know that he had also activated the blood trap.

No wonder these people didn't show too much fear.

In their hearts, Lin Zhongtian is at best a John Wick-like figure.

No matter how strong John Wick is, he is still made of flesh and blood and will die if he takes a bullet.

"I see……"

"In this case, I have nothing to say!"

Lin Zhongtian sighed, then decisively raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger.