"Master, what kind of killing people?" A young voice sounded, when he was thirteen years old.

"With care..." The old voice continued, and a big hand covered with calluses gently touched his head.

"Have attentive? Master, are you saying that you don't aim at the target with your eyes, but aim at it with your heart?" The boy with thick facial features and big eyes raised his head in confusion.

"Xiao Ba, remember, if you want to be the number one magic gun in the world, you must learn to kill people with your heart. I know that when you practice guns, you like to hide your two little fingers. This can only increase your gun speed when necessary, but any insight is true, which is not as good as the first intuition in your heart."

"Master, I..."

"That's all today. I'm going out for a while. Remember, your gun only kills those who should be killed."

...

A sudden tears were turning in Bazhi's eyes, and he couldn't help but murmur: "Master..."

Swish!

Another cold light came as he assassinated. Eight fingers immediately calmed down, and their chests were violently fluctuating and panting. At this moment, they suddenly became calm.

He quickly raised his left hand, and at the same time, his ring finger, which had been curled up in his palm, stretched out without any hesitation, pulled the trigger...

Bang!

The violent gunshot sounded, and a bloody wind surging in the air, accompanied by a muffled groan, a black shadow flew out.

Immediately afterwards, he immediately turned the muzzle, aimed at the point in front of the left, and pulled the trigger again.

Bang!

Bang...

Bang!

...

When his two little fingers stretched out, there was absolutely no one in the world who could change bullets than him. The double-barrel shotgun could only fill two bullets at a time, but at his lightning-like bullet changes, there was almost no stagnation. Even if there was a stagnation of less than a second, it would never give people in the dark a chance to attack.

The lights in the room were actually on. In front of me, a group of island ninjas dressed in black, holding a ninja knife in their hands and attacked them with a quick assassination. The eight fingers against the wall stood there calmly, and the pair of hunting rifles in their hands seemed to have their eyes. As long as these people in the dark move a little, the shotgun full of shotguns could be knocked into a sieve.

The reason why the Eight Fingers couldn't see the eyes was because they were caught in a kind of smoky smoke from the island ninja. The smoky smoke was hidden in the cigarette he had just smoked. The person who handed the cigarette to him was not the Dragon Daxiang at all, but a smoky smoke transformed by an island ninja.

In the originally spacious and old room, blood was spreading in an instant, with more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground. The remaining five or six black-clothed ninjas looked at each other, and there was a clear desire to retreat in their eyes. Standing in the middle was a man. The man's eyes emitted a cold light and stared at his eight fingers. Suddenly, his throat began to squirm, and a sound of an old and weird old lady sounded again, "You can shoot by identifying the sound, now I see how you can aim..."

The old lady's voice seemed to be coming from all directions in an instant. Taking advantage of this opportunity, several other ninjas beside the man moved at the same time, rushing towards the eight fingers from all directions, their eyes were full of killing determination. However, the next second, their eyes were filled with horror. The dark muzzle was aimed at him, and the flames burst out, and the Sanda in the sky was like the soul-catching rope of the god of death...

Puff, puff...

The sound of a series of physical bodies being penetrated by bullets in the air, all of these black-clothed ninjas flew backwards with muffled muffled, and countless blood holes in their bodies were dead.

The leader ninja, who pretended to be the old lady's voice, kept silent. His eyes were filled with fear and murmured: "This... how could this be possible, how did you see it?"

Eight fingers held a hunting rifle in both hands, and a gloomy smile appeared on the corner of their mouths, "The Supreme Gunner did not kill people with his eyes, but with his heart."

"Have attentive?"

The man's voice returned to normal, "This...How is this possible? You, when did you become so strong, you are just a dog next to the surname Lin, impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible..."

"That's my brother."

Eight fingers slowly raised their muzzle and pointed it at the male ninja facing him. The black muzzle seemed to lead to hell. The male ninja's face was shocked. He quickly moved his feet and ran towards Eight fingers in the S line. He held the two island ninja's shurikens in his hand. He shook his wrist and flew towards Eight fingers.

Eight fingers did not dodge or dodge, and directly aimed the double-barrel shotgun at one shot. The shuriken made of steel was immediately broken, and then the gun was pointed at the male ninja. This male ninja was actually no one else, but Kawaguchi Jun, the head of the Kawaguchi group in Harbin. He originally wanted to fight to the death with Eight fingers, but seeing this situation, he was bound to be no match for the man, so he had the intention to retreat, threw out two more shurikens, and ran around the window.

But his idea was good. When he just jumped onto the windowsill and was about to jump down, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, and a wave of heat rushed over...

Bang!

The window was broken, glass fragments were scattered, and the back was beaten through. Blood rain and internal organs were scattered. Kawakami widened his eyes. He always claimed that he was unparalleled in ninjutsu, and even in the island country, he could rank in the top ten. This time he was secretly competing with Lin Kun, and he only thought that even if he could defeat him in the end, Lin Kun, but now he died under the eight-finger gun...

thump!

The body fell to the ground, and blood quickly spread. The community near midnight was quiet. A drunk man who was late to return was shaking and just passed downstairs. He heard the violent gunshots and raised his head and cursed: "Is it paralyzed, firecrackers were set off in the middle of the night, and the donkey kicked his head?"

But suddenly, Kawakami's body hit his side, which immediately scared the drunk man, staggered to the side, then turned around and kicked the corpse, and pointed at the upstairs and cursed: "I'm paralyzed, I won't let you fire, you'll throw things and hit me!"

...

Eight fingers sat on the ground, and the sweat on his forehead had turned into a river. It would be so easy to understand if he had not been in a desperate situation. If he had not been in a desperate situation, he would not have killed people with his heart...

"Big appearance!?"

Eight fingers just took a breath and stood up immediately, shouting at the empty room. At this time, his eyes gradually began to regain their vision. Looking at the corpses all over the room, Long Daxiang's corpse was not seen, his heart suddenly rose to his throat.
Chapter completed!