Pirate: I can draw all things in the dimension

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[Bonus status and arrow avoidance protection]

The moment the silver sand eagle was held in hand, a dark red crosshair appeared in the field of vision, like a hunting mark.

The turbulent air flow seemed to give birth to life, surrounding the golden armored warrior.

‘Hunting time! ’

Ron raised his foot and stamped suddenly, and the roof instantly shattered with a burst of golden light, leaving a big hole.

His whole body fell into the hole, like the god of death falling from the sky!

Noon has arrived—the killing begins!

The Bloody Hand Gang on the field did not notice the situation immediately.

The remaining thirty or so core members of the Blood Hand Gang were looking at the high platform with their sidearms drawn out in shock and anger.

When faced with an attack, their first reaction was not an enemy attack.

Rather, they believed that the largest leader felt that their power was too strong to be controlled, so he violated the agreement and attacked them.

Or maybe kill someone and silence them for that treasure!

"It's not me! It's an enemy attack, idiots, look over your head!"

Zakutie yelled with a livid face, warning everyone to pay attention to the figure falling from the sky.

At the same time, he made a gesture to ask the subordinates next to him to shake him immediately.

This is the core base of the Blood Hand Gang, and even if they are not careful, more than half of the backbone members will be killed by the enemy.

As long as a message can be sent out, a large number of reinforcements will immediately arrive from outside.

No matter who the attacker is, he will not let it go.

Even the gods can't protect him, Zhagu said!

Zaku's angry shout made the more than 30 backbone members of the Blood Hand Gang in the audience react. They turned to look at a figure and the bullets that were fired along with the gunfire!

Bang-bang-bang!

Continuous gunshots set off sharp roars, and the firelight reflected the crowd.

Three 'watermelons' exploded in succession, causing stinky blood and water to splash all over the ground, causing chaos.

Boom--!

The short platform trembled,

Ron fell straight to the ground, one knee touching the ground to relieve his strength.

It was a heroic landing, and it didn't break his knees like some hooded sand sculpture.

"Handsome landing, you can give me a ten points."

Ron stood up, patted the sawdust on his knees, and stepped forward through the splattered sawdust and dust on the low platform.

Behind is the hall that is engulfed in flames. The wailing of the burning people seems to be playing the role of war music BGM, filling the sound of footsteps with an invisible sense of oppression.

Everything seems to be warning - the god of death is coming to take you!

"Enemy attack! He has a repeating musket and is a marksman!"

The Bloody Hand Gang responded with the sound of tables and chairs being lifted up.

The first thing that the backbone of the Xiansheng team did was not to fight back, but to lift up tables and chairs to block the bullets of the sharpshooters.

Fired three shots from the air, one shot to the head.

What is it if it’s not a sharp shot! ?

"Hey, everyone, good evening.

Please don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm. I just want to beat everyone here to death, or be beaten to death by everyone. "

Ron took advantage of the opportunity for the opposite person to lift the table and stood in front of the low platform. With a smile on his face, he opened his hands and pressed down.

The attitude is very friendly and serious, like a door-to-door sales service staff.

"Who are you! Why did you attack us? What is your purpose?"

Zaku's head poked out from behind the large table that was turned up on the high platform, questioning angrily.

He is not afraid of fighting, and even wants to take revenge on his enemies, but at least he has to know why he is fighting, right?

The explosion came so suddenly that there was really no preparation at all.

But it can be foreseen that the enemy must have been preparing for a long time to launch an explosive attack at the banquet so accurately and quickly!

certainly,

The most important thing is to delay time and wait for the support of the guards outside.

"Me? My name is Ron, and I'm here to send warmth from the community. I wonder what you guys think of the explosion art just now?"

Ron smiled and took back his hand, taking out a new magazine to replace the magazine.

The old and new magazines go in and out, and then the slide is pulled - with a click, the Silver Sandhawk is reset to a usable state.

Seeing this, Ron raised his head and raised the silver sand eagle with a gentle expression: "If you have any opinions, you can put them forward. I am very good at solving people with problems."

"."

No one answered, everyone was observing the situation.

A man raided the Banquet Hall of the Blood Hand Gang and stood on the low platform in plain sight.

Are you confident, or do you want to wait to be shot?

"Well, it looks like I'm going to have to get my answer from these peaceful gentlemen."

Ron shook his head regretfully,

His eyes turned and landed on a charred corpse on the ground with a hole in its head.

Although there was no verbal feedback, it could be seen from the person's peaceful lying posture that the other person was warm when he left.

There are many similar people. It can be considered that this warm-hearted activity was a great success.

They must have just felt unprecedented warmth.

"Whatever you are, go to hell!"

Finally, a member of the Blood Hand Gang couldn't hold back his anger and shot his head without hesitation.

With a bang, fire burst out!

However, the bullets whizzing by seemed to hit an invisible wall and bounced directly to one side.

The bullet hit the low platform and threw up a cloud of sawdust.

"Hit it crookedly?"

The backbone of the Bloody Hand Gang who fired the gun was stunned and looked at the flintlock pistol in his hand suspiciously.

"Huh? You attacked me? Then don't blame me for fighting back in self-defense."

The dark red crosshair passed by, Ron raised his hand and fired.

With a bang, the heads of the Bloody Hand Gang members exploded like watermelons.

This shot was like pressing a switch. A group of Blood Hand Gang members buried their heads under the wooden board and pulled the trigger in the direction of the enemy.

Suddenly, there was endless gunfire and fire, and a dense rain of bullets roared towards Ron.

‘African shooting. ’

Ron flipped sideways and rolled down the low platform, and the collapsing airflow stirred up smoke and dust around him.

He quickly climbed up from the smoke and found that there were more than a dozen holes in the clothes on his body.

The hot bullets fell to the ground from the gaps in the clothes, making a clanging sound.

Ron: "."

All right,

If you just rely on your own reactions to dodge, it will be difficult to avoid bullets.

The speed of nerve reflexes is indeed crucial to combat, and you should carefully consider whether to retain the Sharingan.

However, this scene can also confirm a fact.

Ordinary bullets are meaningless to Ron now.

What needs attention is Cannon. After all, he is only a double E-level 'master' now, and he can bully children at most.

Yes, it's bullying.

To him, these scum of the Bloody Hand Gang are already on the level of ‘children’!

The bamboo dragonfly above his head began to whir and turn, and the gravity-free field started to wrap around Ron.

"How, then, shall we proceed—this delightful fight?"

Ron jumped up with a ferocious smile, stepping on the wall and jumping into the sky.

He chose a very intuitive way of playing without gravity. The anti-gravity field maintained by the bamboo dragonfly made the user lose the constraints of gravity.

Step on the wall for better explosive power and move at high speed to avoid bullets hitting the bamboo dragonfly.

At the same time, it can also carry out highly maneuverable transfers and shoot from all corners.

Those members of the Bloody Hand Gang who were afraid of their opponents' sharpshooting chose African tactics, that is, hiding their heads under cover and shooting with one hand.

It would be almost meaningless to him, and even more convenient.