322 Secret Techniques, Roaring Sound Gun! (4100)_2

The gunner trembled, trying to raise his handgun, but for some reason, his arm had lost its strength. He didn't even have the courage to aim the gun muzzle at the enemy, let alone pull the trigger!

Two meters away, the trench coat man suddenly looked over, holding up a row of brass bullets with two fingers, offering them to the gunner, "Only four left, why not, I'll give them all to you..."

Bang bang bang bang! Four muffled sounds, overlapping at the same moment.

The last gunner was pushed backwards by the force of the bullets, retreating five or six steps, staggering, and then falling backward.

One between the eyebrows, one in the Adam's apple.

One in the chest, one in the belly button.

Creating a perfect blood red line dividing the body.

A few seconds later.

A silhouette in a suit and shoes walked out of the buildings onto the main road. He leaned on a cane, exuding elegance and rigidity.

He stopped, looking at the corpses strewn around his line of sight.