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Chapter 235 A headshot.(2/2)

"The clown on the jumping beam... will tear you a lot of pieces sooner or later." In Tang Hai's eyes, Qin Mu is now a sensational clown on the jumping beam.

Qin Mu pulled the trigger.

Click...

The gun didn't sound.

"What's going on?" Qin Mu asked the soldiers below with some embarrassment.

The soldier who had been borrowed from Qin Mu's gun was speechless and said, "Chief, your insurance has not been opened."

"Insurance?" Qin Mu looked at the gun with all his eyes.

Lin Qiankun jumped onto the tank with a strange face and helped Qin Mu open the insurance.

"Is this OK?" Qin Mu asked.

Lin Qiankun's mouth twitched and he nodded.

Qin Mu pointed the gun at Tang Hai and said, "I will count three numbers... I will give you a chance. If I surrender, I will point the gun. If I resist, I will kill you."

"Looking for death..." Tang Hai's face was covered in ferociousness, and his figure flashed like lightning, like a long rainbow, pounced towards Qin Mu.

Di Xia and others watched quietly... Qin Mu wanted to kill Tang Hai with a gun, and they were speechless, thinking that Qin Mu was just playing. But now when he saw Tang Hai pounced on Qin Mu, he couldn't help but laugh.

In their eyes, Tang Hai is like a moth flying into a fire and destroying himself.

A strange feeling flashed through Tang Hai's heart... Why didn't Di Xia stop him?

"three."

Qin Mu didn't shout one or two... he just shouted three.

Then, with a bang, the gunshot rang.

Then... I saw Tang Hai rushing towards Qin Mu, and a bloody flower burst out from the middle of his eyebrows... and then rolled down from the air.

Bang...!

Tang Hai's body fell to the ground, facing upwards... A burst of dust splashed. His eyes widened, and his face was filled with an incredible look... He died with his eyes open and could not understand.

Don’t talk about him... the people present were also dull and stunned, and they couldn’t even come back to their senses?

Did they have hallucinations?

The dignified eighth-grade master and the master of Liuyue Pavilion... is also well-known in the martial arts world. Such a powerful man... was actually shot in the head?

Whether it was Di Xia and others... or those onlookers, they all felt cold on their backs... What kind of bullet is this? It can actually shoot the eighth-grade master to death?

The scene was dead silent... Everyone was full of horror.
Chapter completed!
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