442 Speak of the Devil

Jiang Liushi reassured them while playing with a Type 64 pistol in his hands. To be precise, he was constantly disassembling and reassembling that Type 64 pistol. Every finger of his right hand was moving at a breakneck speed.

Zhang Hai could only catch the afterimages of Jiang Liushi's movements.

'The pistol's magazine, sleeve, recoil spring and trigger...'

Jiang Liushi disassembled and reassembled the pistol with lightning fast speed and a happy expression on his face.

"Amazing!" Zhang Hai was astounded by the whole process. As a paranormal, he could naturally judge how terrifying Jiang Liushi's current speed was. If Jiang Liushi aimed at an enemy, he could kill his target from several different angles within a second.