Super Special Forces King

Chapter 942

942、

On the way to the white bear, Zhang Feng's hand stretched out to his back again, and it was both hands!

The **** face of the white bear also showed solemnity.

hidden weapon! The most important thing is the dark word, because you don't know when, in what way, and what trajectory he will shoot at you. It is even more terrible because of the unknown!

Another thing that Bai Xiong can't understand is where his hidden weapon is hidden!

You know that Zhang Feng's coat has been taken off, shirtless, it is impossible to hide hidden weapons?

Where is the hidden weapon?

Zhang Feng's hidden weapon now is a bullet. There are thirty bullets, which happens to be a magazine.

At that time, a magazine was seized, and he pulled out all 30 bullets and put them into the pocket of his pants.

Yes, it's in the pocket of your pants!

The two pockets contained fifteen bullets each, one was just shot out, and now there are twenty-nine bullets left.

Since the key to the hidden weapon lies in the hidden word, Zhang Feng naturally can't expose where he is hiding the bullet.

Otherwise, the other party will be prepared, thus losing the meaning of a hidden weapon.

When he stretched his hand to his back, when his index finger and **** slid through the pocket, a bullet was caught in each of his left and right hands!

It's like magic. When I look at it, I feel very magical. But when I see the decryption, I find that the so-called magic is only two aspects. More often, it is just a blindfold.

Seeing that there was still six or seven meters away from the white bear, Zhang Feng's body came to an abrupt stop, and his hands behind his back suddenly shook towards the white bear.

Two orange bullets whizzed at the white bear.

Although the bullet fired by hand cannot be compared with the force of a firearm, it is still enough to be shot into a person's body!

Bai Xiong swung the knife quickly with one hand in his hand. At this moment, he was fully absorbed and mentally prepared, and the blade flew two bullets.

This time he learned to be clever, instead of using brute force to chop, but cleverly pushed the bullet to the side, so that even if the gunpowder was detonated, the shrapnel would hurt himself.

"Huh. I see what else you can do, crane your neck, and let me cut off your head!" Bai Xiong roared.

"Really?" Zhang Feng raised his eyebrows with a sneer, pursing the corners of his mouth even more mockingly.

"Really? I see if you can block it..." As soon as the voice fell, Zhang Feng's ten fingers were almost dazzling, and they were extremely flexible.

When the fingers traversed the trouser pockets, five fingers held four bullets, a total of eight bullets shot directly at the white bear.

A wave of bullets had not reached the body of the white bear, and another wave of bullets followed.

Moreover, at the same time as the bullet was shot, Zhang Feng's body had increased speed and rushed directly towards the white bear.

The only remaining eyelid of the white bear jumped, waving the knife in his hand frantically, and the dance was airtight.

Dangdangdangdangdang...

The bullets were knocked off one by one, sputtering towards the surroundings.

He also groaned secretly in his heart.

Only when you feel it yourself can you understand how tricky the angles of these bullets are, and many of them are still rotating, making them more threatening!

While he was constantly swinging the knife, his body was constantly retreating, so that he could widen the distance from Zhang Feng, who was constantly approaching, and buy time for himself to swing the knife to resist the bullet. Although very few, even just a trace is extremely precious!

Sweat oozes from his forehead, mixed with blood.

At this moment, when Zhang Feng was close to five meters in front of Bai Xiong, he took the last three bullets out of his pocket.

The two in the left hand fired first, and the last bullet in the right hand extended afterwards.

Normally, you only need to use the strength of your wrist to project a hidden weapon, so that the lasing speed is faster and the angle is less easy to be judged.

But at the time of the last bullet, Zhang Feng continued to throw him out with the strength of his waist and arms, which was stronger than the wrist shot.

Greater strength means faster speed!

At a distance of five or six meters, three bullets came in front of each other, almost in the blink of an eye.

The white bear also swung out his sword, slashing towards the front bullet!

But at this moment, something strange happened!

The bullet that fell at the back has a faster speed, and even caught up with the bullet in the middle!

Two bullets collided, the front bullet was hit, and the speed suddenly increased, while the back bullet changed its direction and went straight down.

Bai Xiong's eyes were wide, he had never thought that hidden weapons could still be used in this way, let alone such a method.

He hit the first bullet without error, but the second bullet accelerated suddenly, giving him no time to react.

The eyes of the throat suddenly let out a low growl, and he forcibly tilted his head to one side, but there was still a sharp pain in his cheek!

But immediately afterwards, the knee of his right leg felt a sharp pain, which made him almost fall to the ground unsteadily.

"damn it!"

With a secret curse in his heart, Bai Xiong didn't have time to check his knee injury, so he could only hold the knife to stand in front of him, because Zhang Feng in front of him had already rushed to the front!

The corners of Zhang Feng's lips curled up with mockery.

Rear-end collision is actually a concealed weapon throwing technique, a murder method left by the ancestors of the Huaxia Kingdom!

The only thing that can be done is to accelerate the front bullet with the help of the back. As for the trajectory behind it is difficult to control, that requires more powerful prediction, at least currently Zhang Feng cannot judge.

But what? It can only be regarded as unlucky for him!

When approaching, Zhang Feng drew out the saber that had been inserted into the bag. The saber stained with dried blood carried a pungent smell of blood, which was the smell of the enemy!

The military bayonet directly pushed the white bear's chin from the bottom up, and the white bear could only lift the knife to meet.

But just when the two knives were about to collide, Zhang Feng's wrist was crossed, and it was cut into a crosscut.

The change was too sudden, and Bai Xiong could only dodge backwards. In addition, his right knee was injured. A slight movement was extremely painful. The speed of the movement became slower, and the clothes were directly cut by the tip of the knife. Exposed fair skin.

People don’t offend me, I don’t offend people!

If anyone offends me, I will offend others! This is Zhang Feng's principle of life.

And Zhang Feng's law of killing is to kill you while you are sick! To give the enemy a chance is to be the most cruel to oneself!

The sharp saber, with a strange arc, always appears at the most tricky angle, and it goes straight to the point!

The white bear has seen sweat on his forehead. The more he moves, the more he hurts his knee, and the slower his actions become. This is a vicious circle!