The gunshots were loud, and the power of the silver Desert Eagle King was fully displayed. It could penetrate the bodies of three people at once at close range. Its power was definitely no less than that of the world's top rifles, but the only disadvantage was that the magazine capacity was small and only seven bullets.

After Lin Kun's seven bullets were fired, the remaining group of warriors who were like wolves and tigers were scared to death. This was the best time to kill him. They believed that the knife in their hands must be faster than the speed of his change of bullets. So, amid the criticism and scolding of the island warriors, everyone quickly came back to their senses and rushed over.

The sword and sword shadows instantly woven into a large net in the air, covering Lin Kun's face. At this moment, Lin Kun did something that shocked everyone. His hands were as fast as a phantom flashing. The seemingly complicated bullet change was completed in his hand in a blink of an eye. Then the black muzzle was aimed at the island warrior who was rushing towards him. This action immediately scared everyone. Especially the island man who rushed towards him and raised the shaky samurai sword, as if he wanted to kill Lin Kun like a snatching vegetables and melons. His eyes suddenly became round like a light bulb, his mouth wide open to maintain his roaring look, but it seemed like an egg was stuffed into it, making a giggle sound.

The others didn't dare to move. They had just seen the speed of Lin Kun's shooting with their own eyes. In the blink of an eye, eleven people were lying on the ground. Counting the remaining people, there were only more than twenty of them. The chances of being killed were too high, so they all stood there with their swords on their backs.

Lin Kun smiled slightly, and the gun in his hand circled around his fingers and started to move his hands. It was such a casual and casual little movement, but the people around him were so scared that they were sweating coldly. The island warrior man who was facing him shook his legs and almost sat on the ground with a thump.

Before these men could react, Lin Kun had two more military spears in his hands, the black ghost beast with dark gold flowing, and the white ghost beast with white light. These two military spears were like two evil spirits who were seeking life on black and white, wiping at these people's necks.

At the same time, the tall Tongshan sniffed open the clothes on his upper body, and a large black iron rod was added to his hand. The solid iron rod was at least five centimeters in diameter and about one meter in length. After being grabbed by him, he roared and swung it towards the warrior next to him.

The black and white ghosts and animals killed people almost silently, like leaves whispered in the air by the cold wind, making a rustling sound, which passed by the neck of the island warrior man who was still stunned. There was a faint whirlwind sound. The sound sounded a bit sad and beautiful, and the flesh was stabbed like silk.

thump!

The island man with blood spurted out from his throat covered his neck and fell to the ground. The shaking samurai sword in their hands fell to the ground. At this time, everyone came back to their senses, and the knives in their hands slashed towards Lin Kun.

The solid iron rod in Tongshan's hand had fallen, and two muffled sounds broke the heads of two island warrior men one after another, and brains and bloody red burst out from it. The thick and smelly blood splashed on the faces of others, and some directly splashed into their open mouths. It's hard to say what this thing tasted, but it must not be a good taste anyway.

Dingding Dingding Ding Ding...

The two sides quickly fought in a group, but the winner was soon decided. These skills were only half-explained with the barely qualified mobs. They were not opponents of the black and white ghost animals in Lin Kun's hands and the iron stick in Tongshan's hands. They did not leave a single survivor, and they all fell to the ground.

The two men from the island country led by the head, one short and the other tall. The tall man's head had been smashed by the iron stick in Tongshan's hand. His skills were stronger than those of the others, but when he slashed the confident samurai sword in his hand towards Tongshan, he felt what despair was.

The iron rod in Tongshan's hand directly broke the samurai sword that he had been close to for several years in the waist. The shining samurai sword was cut into three pieces and dropped on the ground. Then his eyes widened and looked at the iron rod covered with brain and blood, and fell on his head with a bang...

For a moment, the sky was dim and the sound of the brain bone being broken was crisp like a broken bottle. Then his eyes were blood red and there was no other sight. Even until his body was lying on the ground, he did not scream.

Tongshan guarded the solid iron rod, and the iron rod was dripping blood. Lin Kun walked to the only remaining short island man. The knife in the hand of the short island man was still holding a high position, and the foot was rushing up at any time. Lin Kun looked at him with a smile, "What do you call me?"

The short man shivered, "Kawado Baoqiu...Who are you? Why do you have to go against our Kawaguchi group? Our Kawaguchi group..."

As he said that, a cold light suddenly flashed in the short man's eyes. Lin's knife raised high in his hand rushed towards Lin Kun's sky spirit cover and slashed it down. He took action decisively, and the speed was as fast as a gust of wind.

"Go to die!"

A short man seemed to have one thousand percent confidence in his knife. At such a close distance and such a sharp knife, wouldn’t it be as easy to split a flesh-made head like a watermelon?

Clam!

A muffled sound, accompanied by a crisp crackling sound, the sharp samurai sword was cut into two pieces, and the broken pieces fell down and were pinched by Lin Kun's two fingers. Before the short man could come back to his senses, Lin Kun stabbed directly into his lower abdomen.

"ah……"

The short man screamed, and he raised the half of the broken knife in his hand and retreated. The broken knife was not deep into the flesh, but the pain was very painful. A layer of cold sweat immediately fell on his head. He threw away the broken knife in his hand and covered his stomach with both hands.

Lin Kun looked at him and said calmly: "If you want to survive, tell me where your local head of the Hakou Group is, and you don't want to survive..."

"I won't say it!"

Before Lin Kun finished speaking, the short man gritted his teeth, held the half-splied knife on his stomach with both hands, and thrust hard, directly thrusting his belly and his intestines. The smelly smell stuck with blood. His knees fluttered and kneeled on the ground, bleeding from his mouth, and he died with his head hanging wide open with his eyes wide open.

Lin Kun looked at the short man who had been cesarean sectioning himself and said in a light tone: "Even if I don't use a gun, you are not a match." He turned his head to look at Tongshan. Tongshan's face, which had been as blue as a hundred years, showed a smile, "It's so satisfying to continue killing like this."

Lin Kun smiled bitterly, "It's a pity that the clues were broken. If I had known to leave two more living addresses, I wouldn't believe that all the warriors in their island country were so unafraid of death."

Tongshan turned around and looked outside. There was a large circle of people watching the fun. Even if there was such a big noise here, no police came. Perhaps the police had given up their control over it after nightfall. The Hekou Group is the largest gang organization in the island country, and the large senior executives are afraid.

Lin Kun and Tongshan left, and they were about to go back to the hotel. If it were just the two of them, they would be able to run rampant, but there was Hao Zhi and the girl named Shi Yao. The entire town was covered with the Hekou Group's sphere of influence, so it was not safe to stay here.
Chapter completed!