"Five...five and a half?" The thin voice hesitated, "Hey, what kind of metal is this?"

"Don't move around," Kuai Dao said from the front, "Let the second brother take a look... Where is Morrison?"

"Spare your life!" Morris's voice sounded, and the smooth sound made it sound like a silly song. "I am willing to cooperate!"

The next moment, rapid footsteps sounded from behind the tricycle. Apparently the second brother was also a little excited.

He ran to about fifty or sixty meters away from the tricycle before slowing down and asked, "Zamao, why don't you stay alive?"

The cockscomb's thin voice sounded, "Second brother, he wants to plot against me. That yell is to suppress my screams."

The second brother has a lot of experience in the world of martial arts. Once you listen to his words, you will know the tricks of silly music.

Then he nodded slightly, "This fool has two tricks. He's not completely stupid, but..."

At this moment, his nodding movement paused slightly.

However, it was already too late. Almost at the same time, a series of gunshots rang out, but they were the sounds of Gauss automatic guns.

The second brother's reaction cannot be said to be slow, but the distance is too close, there is only a mere fifty meters of space.

He fell to the ground with a bang, muttering, "You... you are not a bastard!"

Qu Jianlei said nothing. After firing another burst, he turned around, raised his gun, and fired wildly at the sharp knife.

Kuai Dao already realized that something was wrong, but he was very close to the tricycle and it was difficult to run away.

Seeing him fall, Qu Jianlei fired two more consecutive shots before sighing softly, "My ability to create onomatopoeia is actually average."

(During the new book period, please help me in any way.)
Chapter completed!