Chapter 20 People are faster than guns!
prickly——
The match struck the matchbox, releasing a dancing flame, lighting a cigarette, which was crushed by a big hand and thrown out of the car window.
Gin was holding a cigarette slantly in his mouth, and exhaled a puff of smoke. He swept across the Jixing Club building with chilling and fierce eyes, and then returned to the front.
Vodka next to him asked: "Brother, that kid's club is developing too fast, I'm afraid it's not convenient to break into it head-on. Should we make a noise and let him know we're here?"
"No, he's already seen us."
"Ah?" Vodka was taken aback, looking at the upper floors of the building: "When?"
Gin didn't answer, he smoked his cigarette silently, and the car was silent for two minutes.
The cigarette burns out.
Gin crushed it.
"It seems that he has no willingness to explain where he has been going for the past few months. Let's go, Vodka."
Vodka responded, lit the ignition skillfully and drove. He who knew gin already knew that gin had murderous intentions. Did that ignorant boy think that the expansion of the club to the current level would make the elder brother have concerns?
He missed his last chance!
Vodka loves it.
He didn't like that Ji Xing Qixin who made him suffer a few months ago, but he didn't dare to disobey his elder brother's wishes, but now... hmph.
I really look forward to it.
Time ticked by.
The sun gradually set and the sky turned dark.
The black Porsche 356A stopped again at the intersection of the alley that blocked Ji Xing last time, near Ji Xing's house, Gin in the car was wearing an intercom earphone in one ear, and a fierce female voice came from the earphone.
"I haven't seen the police, and I haven't found any traces of the FBI so far. Gin, isn't it a bit too careful to deal with an 18-year-old high school kid?"
"Do your thing, Chianti." Gin replied coldly, and dropped the earphones.
Vodka said: "Brother, he is here!"
Gin looked in the rearview mirror.
Ji Xing, who was wearing formal clothes when he went to the club during the day, had changed into simple and lightweight sportswear at this time, and walked leisurely with his hands in his pockets on the way home.
As if he didn't see his car, Ji Xing's expression was naturally relaxed.
Qin Jiu snorted coldly, playing tricks!
He touched the gun in his arms, and saw from the rearview mirror that Ji Xing stopped in front of a utility pole not far from the car, looking at the utility pole.
He seems to have a penchant for destroying utility poles?
Qin Jiu remembered that when he came to Ji Xing for the first time a few months ago, Ji Xing punched this telegraph pole, but now, the telegraph pole has already been repaired.
"This kid's hobbies are really unique." Vodka also said with a vicious smile.
Sure enough, when they saw Ji Xing pulled away, he punched the telephone pole suddenly!
Then, the 10-meter-long, over 20-centimeter-diameter thick telegraph pole broke in the middle... Ji Xing embraced it with both hands...tore off the wire...
Uh, hit it hard?
what? !
Gin's expression lost control for a moment, and then he roared: "Let's go!"
The two quickly opened the car door, swooped and rolled out! Amidst the sound of cracking and cracking, the broken telegraph pole slammed into the rear of the car hard!
The glass behind the car crackled and shattered, the tail deformed sharply, and sputtered slag was everywhere!
Gin, who was squatting halfway after rolling over, had already drawn his gun in his hand, his eyes radiated the ultimate murderous intent, seeing Ji Xing's figure rushing into the alley, he hesitated for a moment, then shouted in a low voice: "Chasing!"
Five hundred meters away, on the roof of a high-rise building, a woman with a neurotic hostility and madness, a woman with an evil-looking butterfly tattoo on her right eye is holding a sniper rifle, and sees everything through the sniper mirror , looking stunned.
This, this high school student? !
The next moment, she quickly adjusted her position, but she couldn't see the alley anyway.
...
"Why is the power cut off again?!"
Nearby, many people's homes made similar complaints, the wires were all cut off, and the surrounding power supply system collapsed in an instant.
Without the lamp, the moonlight is not bright enough.
The alley looked very dark.
After rushing into the alley with vodka, Gin regained his composure, suppressed the anger of his car being destroyed, held guns in both hands, and walked slowly, his eyes swept every corner of the alley.
Was it turned into prey?
It's been a long time since I felt this way!
Vodka is also holding guns in both hands, following Gin Jiu, guarding against the opposite direction, still shocked by Ji Xing's audacity.
He is dead! Neither the Japanese police nor the FBI could save him!
Walking slowly to the depths of the alley, at a corner, Gin suddenly said: "Let's go, Vodka."
Vodka was startled, can this big brother bear it?
The next moment, a sense of danger hit him, and a figure blew in front of him with the strong wind. He took aim with his gun, but his wrist was twisted severely, his palm loosened, and the pistol fell down!
But not only did he not panic in his heart, but he was a little surprised, kid, I'm afraid you have forgotten what I am good at, and you dare to get close to me rashly!
At the same time, Gin's muzzle was also pointed in the direction of vodka. The sentence just now was just a bait to seize the initiative.
Does Ji Xing dare to escape casually? If he escapes this time, his family and his club will all be targeted and retaliated by the organization. If he wants to become a hunter, Ji Xing will definitely attack when he hears that the two are about to evacuate... Sure enough!
Vodka's strong body blocked his shooting path, but as long as Vodka locked onto Ji Xing for a moment...
Boom!
Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and Vodka's sturdy body rose from the ground, flew seven or eight meters horizontally, and ruthlessly embedded into the side wall!
Gin's pupils shrank, and he pulled the trigger without any hesitation!
puff--
The Beretta 92F light automatic pistol produced in Italy uses 9mm bullets, which are of average power, but portable and extremely fast.
After the muzzle spewed out flames, a bullet spiraled towards Ji Xing at near-sonic speed!
Ji Xing, who shot the vodka with one kick and hadn't fully retracted his foot, completed the movements of retracting his foot, shrinking his body, and rolling in a very short time, accurately dodging the bullet, turning back to the corner, and disappearing into Gin in sight.
Even picked up the vodka gun.
There was a brief dead silence in the alley.
"Ahem..." Vodka, who came down from the wall, slumped on the ground, clutching his stomach in pain, and said with difficulty, "Brother...be careful, something is wrong with him."
Gin's eyes didn't shift.
He naturally saw that something was wrong. Although Ji Xing was not weak in fighting ability a few months ago, compared to now, he looked like two people!
He said gloomyly: "Where have you been these past few months, Ji Xingqi Xin."
"Hmm... the world martial arts champion Mr. Wu Tian came to Japan recently, I went to him to study for a few months, how is it, the results are good?" After turning the corner, Ji Xing studied the pistol and replied casually.
World fighting champion Wu Tian?
Gin narrowed his eyes, who is this?
"Can you use a gun?" he asked again.
"of course."
Huh... At the same time as Ji Xing answered, Qin Jiu's right foot suddenly shoveled hard on the ground, and a piece of gravel flew out, probing over the corner of the wall first, in order to attract Ji Xing's attention.
At the same time, he leaned forward and quickly caught the target with guns in both hands.
puff! puff! puff! puff! puff! puff!
After six shots in a row, he emptied one of the magazines of the double magazine pistol!
But Ji Xing moved, dodged, and jumped, and dodged six bullets one by one, and none of the bullets even hit his body!
Qin Jiu's heart sank, and he quickly retreated behind the wall to be on guard, while Ji Xing, who had dodged six bullets in succession, took a few heavy breaths, with a satisfaction and smile on his face!
After practicing boxing for ten years, I am indeed faster than a gun!
Then... there is nothing to worry about.
He weighed the gun in his hand, and with the greatest strength, he threw it out viciously!