North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI

Chapter 66: I'm a bit fierce (happy Saturday)

Chapter 66 I’m a bit fierce (happy Saturday)

The first time the gunshot sounded.

Dean yelled at Harry: "Harry, get out of the car!"

The police car is not a bulletproof car, only the door is reinforced with steel plates.

Generally, a gun battle occurs, and the police usually turn the front of the car to the dangerous area, relying on the engine or the hub as a cover, and counterattack.

Harry's reactions were no slower than Dean's.

The two of them hid to the side of the car at the same time, avoiding the frontal attack of the enemy's bullets.

Almost at the same time.

The sound of glass shattering came.

The poor police car crunched helplessly.

The enemy set fire to the police car!

Dean's complexion changed.

Listen to the sound.

The enemy is in front, there are at least four people.

No occlusion around.

at this time.

Amidst the violent gunfire, Malago shouted for them to retreat.

Dean rolled his eyes.

Even with Malago's cover, it's easy to be hit by dense bullets when getting in the car now.

But Malago's actions made Dean's image of him much better.

Malargo's mouth stinks a bit.

But when something happened, it was not ambiguous at all.

Harry encountered this kind of scene for the first time, and looked terrified: "FK, Dean, do you want to run, we don't even have a gun now."

"Running now is to be a target!" Dean looked around, breathed out a fiery breath, and said a little excitedly: "The enemy is not far away, I will find a way to kill them!"

The emission of alcohol and the stimulation of gunfire.

Dean felt his adrenaline soaring rapidly, his whole body was hot, and the intense excitement kept impacting the tyranny he had been suppressing.

He pushed Harry away, crawled from under the car to Malago's side, and grabbed the pistol at his waist.

The waist was touched.

Malago turned his head and saw Dean, his old red face flashed with anger: "Take that **** and get out, I don't want to be blamed for not protecting you well and losing the Texans s face!"

Dean ignored him and quickly checked the pistol in his hand.

This is Harry’s favorite M629 revolver. It is loaded with six rounds and has a thick barrel. It uses 11.176 mm high-power Magnum pistol bullets.

Under the effect of pistol proficiency.

The various performance characteristics of this revolver kept appearing in Dean's mind.

It's only two or three breaths.

Dean felt that the revolver seemed to be an extension of his palm, and he knew everything about it, giving him the false illusion of being one with the gun.

Tat-tat-tat~

The enemy's bullets are constantly covering and getting closer.

The opponent is suppressing while approaching!

Listen to the movement of the bullet.

While determining the positions of several gunmen, Dean calculated their reloading frequency, wiped the dust off his face, and shouted at Malago: "In five seconds, suppress with full firepower, trust me!"

After speaking, he squirmed to the other side like a worm.

"Crazy!"

Malargo guessed what Dean was going to do. After scolding the madman, he counted the time and without any hesitation, risked being shot, got up and pulled the trigger towards him.

Almost at the same time.

Dean jumped up, like a cheetah, and rushed to the other side of the road.

This sudden change.

Caught the attacking gunman by surprise.

Dean's choice of angle is too tricky.

The gunman facing Dean's direction was reloading, while the others were scared and shrank to the ground under Malago's fearless suppression.

"Someone is coming!"

"FK, he's so fast!"

The gunman opposite Dean hurriedly inserted a new magazine, ready to pull the bolt and load it.

He's so amateurish.

Modern semi-automatic rifles, as long as the bullets are not emptied to replace the magazine, there is no need to pull the bolt to load again.

It was such a delay.

Dean had already rushed a full forty meters, enveloping the enemy attackers within a range of 50 meters, and raised the revolver in his hand without hesitation.

"Go to hell!" The gunman in Dean's direction finally pulled the bolt and pointed the rifle at Dean.

He doesn't believe that someone can shoot himself while running fast!

next moment.

bang~

A cloud of fireworks roared out from the thick barrel of the revolver.

The gunman who had just stood up had his head exploded like a watermelon, and the huge impact made him lean back heavily, driving the pulled rifle to shoot randomly at the top of his head

"Jimmy!!"

The shooter's companion realized this.

didn't wait for them to make a move.

Dean's leg muscles swelled suddenly, leading him to jump up, bringing the three gunmen who were lying on the ground not far away together into the shooting field of vision.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Revolver roars.

Three gun flames shot out in mid-air.

The battlefield is quiet

far away.

Malargo firmly squeezed the trigger of the M4 that had run out of bullets with his fingers, his mouth was wide open, and his eyes were dull looking at Dean who landed gracefully.

FK.

Am I hallucinating?

Just a few seconds.

He seemed to see God in person.

"This gun is a bit powerful." Dean panted heavily, shaking his tingling wrist.

Take a break.

He imitated the appearance of the western cowboy in the movie, turned the revolver, and then blew on the muzzle of the gun.

The sense of ritual cannot be less.

Put it away and grab it.

Looking at the four bursting rotten watermelons on the ground, Dean himself was a little surprised: "I'm a bit fierce."

He didn't even think about it, he is so awesome now!

Run and jump quickly.

Four shots, four headshots.

Strong core strength, ultra-fast reaction nerves, pistol proficiency like a man and a gun in one.

These three are indispensable.

It was the first time that Dean saw the terror of himself after seeing the 'powerful physique' plus 'pistol proficiency'!

"It's just that the stamina is a little weak." Dean shook his head feeling his heart that was still beating violently: "It's a bit strenuous to rush out a hundred meters with all your strength."

Dean's stamina is considered excellent among ordinary people of the same age.

But the rest of his specs are a bit over the top.

Burst pays attention to the energy provided after the flesh is squeezed for a moment.

It’s like a person who doesn’t save money. Although he has a monthly salary of 6,000 yuan, it may be difficult for him to take out 2,000 yuan immediately.

Dean is what it is now.

Endurance has become his shortcoming.

He realized that if he wanted to maintain a full-strength burst for a long time in the future, he had to increase his endurance limit!

far away.

Hear the sound and disappear.

Harry, with an anxious face, boldly poked his head out of the cover of the car.

Seeing this, I was stunned.

How could Dean be across the road?

Malaro, the old guy, is like a statue, holding the M4, stepping on the edge of the road, quite sturdy and shooting, motionless.

Harry realized that the battle was over, and said timidly, "What's the situation now?"

His words awakened Malago who was in a state of dementia.

He breathed out a mouthful of alcohol, and said solemnly to Harry, a nigger: "The battle is over, your companion is very strong."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to feel that his description was not accurate enough, and added another sentence: "So strong that I want to marry my daughter to him now!"

Harry: ? ? ?

The other side.

After his heartbeat calmed down, Dean picked up the rifle on the ground and looked at the sunken terrain not far away.

Killed four shooters.

panel but no information came.

Explain that there are still enemies!

Thanks to the "Black Bean Emperor" book friend for the reward of 6,500 book coins, thank you boss, and congratulations on becoming a deacon.

Happy Saturday everyone.

In addition, the third round of recommendation was promoted.

The promised four chapters have been updated.

First add two more chapters.

Today and tomorrow will be the third shift.