The three top assassins threw down their silver coins and prepared to leave quickly.
Because they felt that the people in this house would die sooner or later.
For those who wanted to kill Yan Shuangying, would there be any other way out other than corpses?
With a leap, a tall young man stood in front of the three killers.
The man was young and wore a denim hat.
He was wearing a yellow jacket.
He looked like a western American cowboy.
"I, Zhao Yiping, have just returned from the western part of the United States.”
"It's a world of gunslingers,"
"Back in the Black Gobi Desert, I heard that there are many heroes here.”
"Why are all of you useless people?”
An assassin looked at him with no respect, only pity.
"Young man, do you know who you want to kill?”
Zhao Yiping held his neck high, like a proud white swan.
"Do you need to know who it is?"
"Since he's the person that I, the number one sharpshooter, Zhao Yiping, want to kill.”
"Then he's dead!"
"Hahaha." Not only the three killers, but everyone else in the room also laughed.
"Not only are you laughable, you're even more pathetic!”
"Young man, don't think that you don't understand the horror of the number one spear god, who is half human and half ghost!”
"It's best not to provoke him!"
Zhao Yiping said arrogantly.
"I want to kill the number one spear god!”
"How did he get first place in the Divine Spear?"
"Isn't it just killing the previous expert?”
"At that time, wasn't he as unknown as Zhao Yiping?”
"If I kill him, I will be the new number one spear god!”
"Since I've decided to kill Yan Shuangying, you can't stay in this house.”
"If I think that you are going to betray me, my bullet will go through your head first!”
The three assassins sneered.
"We're not planning to leave."
"We stayed to witness how you were tortured to death!”
At the same time, Yan Shuangying was walking alone on the Gobi Desert, where he guarded the merchant group and killed bandits.
Perhaps the word alone was not accurate enough.
At this moment, he also had his old buddy.
It was a black horse, and the camel behind it was carrying luggage.
What was even more shocking was that he was carrying a light motorcycle on one side of his camel.
Three months ago, when he had shocked the Emperor of the Wei Nation.
He was rewarded with the god-level driving skill.
From that day on, he fell in love with the Gobi Desert.
The yellow sand filled the sky, and it felt like a motorcycle was speeding.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Bang! Ping! Bang!"
A fierce gunfight could be heard in the distance.
Yan Shuangying immediately flew backward.
In the air, he untied the motorcycle beside the camel.
When he landed, he was already sitting on the motorcycle.
The silver shell spear that Rie had cleaned for him was stuck in his ribs.
In the back seat of the car was a modified high-powered long-barreled shotgun.
The gunshots piqued Yan Shuangying's curiosity.
The chaotic gunshots must have come from the surrounding bandits.
However, the uniform gunshots, although sparse, were the weapons of a regular army.
Therefore, although the side that was attacked had fewer people, it was a regular army.
On the land outside the pass, ever since the army withdrew without resistance in the year 31.
It had been many years since a regular army had appeared.
Yan Shuangying stepped on the accelerator.
The gunshots of the regular army were getting weaker and weaker.
Obviously, the numbers were too great, and they were about to be wiped out.
After bypassing the sand dunes in front of them, they finally arrived.
The gunshots continued, proving that the government forces were still resisting.
Yan Shuangying's motorcycle deliberately drove to the high ground on the side.
Along the way, he took his hands off the handles of the car and started firing furiously with a pair of silver guns and ten times the magazine.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Ignoring the high-speed movement of the car.
There was no need to aim.
God-level marksmanship, headshot after headshot!
When the remaining bandits saw the ruthless characters, they quickly hid behind cover.
Yan Shuangying's motorcycle had already reached the top of the slope.
The motorcycle leaped into the air and passed through the cover.
With a swing in the air, the rear of the car swept over two bandits.
He stepped on the accelerator in the air and the motorcycle rushed forward.
The front wheel even sent a bandit leader flying in the air!
The motorcycle landed on the ground, and Yan Shuangying patted the back seat.
The long-barreled hunting rifle somersaulted in the air and flew forward.
Yan Shuangying continued to fire his silver spear furiously.
He didn't even look at the shotgun.
The shotgun flipped over his right shoulder.
Yan Shuangying put away the Shell Spear with his right arm very naturally.
He raised his hand and grabbed the trigger of the shotgun.
He started shooting wildly in the air.
The shotgun was a single-shot model.
However, the 10-times bullets gave such heavy weapons the advantage of continuous firing.
The hunting rifle fired ten shots, and each shot sent a bandit flying.
In the end, not a single living person was left standing on the Gobi Desert.
Perhaps there was an exception. It was a graceful figure protected by the regular army.
That woman was the only survivor.
The woman turned to look at Yan Shuangying gratefully.
"Rie? Why are you here?"
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I'm even more grateful to my brothers. I want to rush Zhou Xinshu in the middle of the night.
Brothers, please give me fresh flowers.
Let the others see that the Act Tough King went to war without even a blade of grass growing!
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