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Chapter 1732 Sorry, I am the Gunslinger.

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    Facts have proved that the people inside were indeed trying to escape. After a search, there was no one else inside.

    When Gao Yang and Tarta returned to the door again, they caught up with Yalebin walking over.

    Tarta spat fiercely at a room full of dead people, and then said angrily: "You dare to say that I am a dead old man? Idiot!"

    Where Gao Yang was standing, the five old men of the Black Devil quickly stood in a circle on one side, and then Lebedev whispered: "The cleanup is complete, there are no survivors, and there is no chance to catch anyone alive."

    Yarebin ignored Lebedev. He was holding a paper bag containing fried cheese in one hand and a cane in the other. After looking Gao Yang up and down, he nodded and said: "You are really strong, stronger than I imagined.  I haven¡¯t seen a young man like you in a long time.¡±

    After finishing speaking, Yarebin rolled his wrist and said loudly: "Your and Tarta's movements are almost the same, the time is also the same, the effect, I don't know yet, but it should be the same, so from what I can see  In this situation, you have reached the strongest level of the Black Devil in this field."

    After exhaling, Yarebin said with emotion: "I haven't seen him in many years. No, I have never seen a guy who can compete with the Black Devil in this aspect. You are the first one."  One, so yours is really strong, so strong that I find it incredible."

    Roztosky also nodded and whispered: "It's really incredible, that's how I am."

    "That's right, that's right."

    "It's really strong."

    Yarebin shrugged, handed the bag in his hand to Gao Yang, and said with a smile: "It's very tiring to beat like this, because it takes a lot of effort, you must be very tired, the fried cheese tastes good, and it's still hot."

    Gao Yang took the fried cheese and said with a smile: "It's really tiring, really tiring. Well, it tastes really good."

    Tarta stretched out his hand and said, "Really? Give me a taste."

    Yarebin smiled and said: "I didn't look at the watch, but I know that it took seven seconds from the time you started shooting to the time you started shooting, and four seconds from the time you started shooting to the time you entered, and it took four seconds from the time you entered to the end of shooting.  It took less than a second, what should I say, I can only say that it is very good and powerful, I am very satisfied, I am very satisfied, and I must praise the performance of you two."

    At this moment, Tarta suddenly reached out and picked up a piece of fried cheese and said to Gao Yang, "You fired one more shot."

    Gao Yang shrugged and said, "Yes."

    After Tarta looked at Gao Yang, he raised his eyebrows and said loudly: "You are shooting at my target. Why?"

    After Gao Yang turned his hands back and forth twice in front of him, he spread his hands and said helplessly: "Because I think I need another shot."

    Lebedev immediately said: "Go in and take a look."

    Lebedev ducked into the house, and then everyone went in.

    "This is the ram, this is the Tarta."

    After Lebedev said something, the five old men, including Yarebin, said in unison: "You lost."

    Five fingers pointed at Tarta, who was looking at a corpse on the ground. After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "Yes, I lost."

    No one said what challenge was launched, but everyone knew that this was a competition between two people.

    Yarebin looked at the corpse, then touched his chin with his hand, and said with a troubled face: "Tarta, you hit his cheekbone, but that was not the fatal part."

    Tarta said in a muffled voice: "I have already said, I lost."

    It is easy to distinguish the muzzles caused by Gao Yang and Tarta, because the bullet holes made by Gao Yang's gun are larger.

    Lebedev took a breath. Tarta lost. He looked very unhappy. After squatting down and looking at the face of the corpse, his throat made a low muffled sound again and said loudly: "You hit  If you hit the cheekbone, the ram hit him between the eyebrows, you lose a lot, this is the difference between ten rings and missing the target.¡±

    Tarta looked up at the roof, then twisted his neck, raised his eyebrows and said: "I said it! I lost!"

    Tarta began to gnash his teeth, but Yarebin said slowly: "It's not just the difference between the target and the ten rings. The Ram uses 1911, a caliber of 11.43 mm, which is powerful and has great recoil. And you, use  The one used is Makarov PB, a 7.62mm reduced-charge ammunition with low power and low recoil, so"

    Tarta threw half of the fried cheese in his hand to the ground, then held his forehead with his hand, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, I lost miserably!"

    &nbspRoztosky frowned and said: "Damn it, you represent the Black Devil, and you lost."

    "Glevatov also frowned and said: "And it's still in the field you are best at, super-fast and precise shooting, which I can't accept."

    Yarebin tilted his neck and pointed at Tartar with his finger, looking annoyed and hating that iron could not become steel, but he did not speak.

    The veins on Tarta's forehead jumped. He put down his hand and said angrily: "I lost miserably, so what, whoever succeeds wins! I don't want to repeat nonsense anymore!"

    Vasily spread his hands and pouted: "Don't be like this, I think it's okay. It's true that we lost, but how can we say it's miserable? It hit the cheekbone, and he has no ability to fight back"

    "Shut up, what do young people know?"

    After angrily reprimanding, Lebedev shouted loudly: "If you lose, you lose. If you are miserable, you are miserable. Don't you dare to admit it? Young man, don't understand, don't talk nonsense. It's embarrassing! It's not even a hit on the cheekbone."  A bullet that enters the brain cannot guarantee that the enemy will lose the ability to shoot? Don¡¯t you know? You¡¯re talking nonsense, shut up!¡±

    Vasily spread his hands towards Gao Yang, and then said helplessly: "I joined the Black Devil later than them all. I am the last member, I am the youngest, Lebedev led me, he is my instructor, I  The boss, that¡¯s it.¡±

    Lebedev looked very angry. He turned to Tarta and said sternly: "Quit drinking! Bastard!"

    Yarebin waved his hand impatiently and said loudly: "It's not about the wine. This is Tarta's performance at the highest level. I know it very well, so it's not about the wine."

    Tarta once again covered his forehead with his hands, and then he said with a painful look on his face: "Ah, ah! Damn it, stop talking. I let you down, I lost, I lost miserably, what's the end of you?"  It¡¯s not over! Is it over yet?¡±

    Gao Yang swallowed the fried cheese in his mouth with difficulty. He wanted to block his mouth with fried cheese to avoid opening his mouth and avoid embarrassment, but looking at Tarta's look, he had to say something, so he swallowed the whole thing.  It was a little hot when I went down.

    "Sorry, everyone, there is something I think I should tell you. Well, it's like this. I am called the Gunslinger. Many people say it without humility. This should be regarded as a generally accepted fact. I hope this can make you feel better.  Come on, I¡¯m done.¡± (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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