600: C600 Gatling Machine Gun

C600 Gatling Machine Gun

"Pay?" The few of them finally had a reaction.

A guy with braided hair walked in front of Ye Ling's window: "How much are you going to pay?"

Ye Ling took out a stack of bills from his pocket, "I didn't bring much with me when I went out. "Who told me where that Chinese woman is? Who owns the money?"

"I know. That Chinese woman, was she wearing a long black skirt and was quite beautiful? "

That braided head smilingly stretched out a finger: "Hand over your money first, and I'll tell you. Otherwise, you will never know her whereabouts. "

Ye Ling threw the money into the hands of Plaits, who spat in front of Ye Ling. He counted a few and left without looking back.

"Sigh!" Stop right there, you haven't made it clear to me yet. " Ye Ling pushed open the car door and was about to give chase when Plaits turned around and a black thing appeared in his hand.

"Be quiet, boy." Plaits had an impatient look on his face. "I saved you, you know? If you want to save someone from us, you will only end up losing your life. I'm saving your young life, so you should pay me for it. "

Ye Ling already knew that this group of poor people were all desperate criminals. They never had any reputation, did not have any dignity, and were typically shameless.

He didn't expect these people to be so shameless!

"If you don't tell me, you should give me the money." Obviously, he was also a little angry.

That money was but a drop in the bucket for him, but what Plaits did was tantamount to moving the soil on the head of an old man!

"Oh, did you not understand what I just told you? I said that this is to pay the tuition fee! " Plaits directly pointed the gun at Ye Ling's head, "Do you understand now? I have a gun in my hand right now, so I'm in charge! If I want to, your life is mine! "

As Plaits said this, his friends at the side also burst into laughter.

Plaits became even more proud of himself. "Now, get in your car and get the hell out of this land. This is not a place you should be. "Easterner!"

After saying that, Plaits made a squinting emoji. This was an insult directed at Ye Ling from the East!

Ye Ling got on the car and laughed even louder with his braid, "Easterners, you are a backward race and you have no idea how powerful we are. Now you're pissing your pants, right? It's time to get lost! "

But then, unexpectedly, Ye Ling came out from the driver's seat with a gigantic Gatling Gun in his hand!

The black muzzles of the guns were aimed at those guys, scaring them out of their wits.

Plaits understood that the firepower of his light pistol and the Gatling in Ye Ling's hand was definitely not on the same level.

If the two sides clashed, it would definitely be his bad luck.

That's not right! How could this oriental car, so small, hold a Gatling machine gun? The braid was puzzled: besides, his machine gun was not fixed to the car, it was in his hand.

This was definitely not a real gun!

"Fake, this is definitely fake!" Plaits reacted, he pointed the gun at Ye Ling and sneered: "You Asian, how could you get such a good thing? If you want to fool me, I'll kill you! "

After saying that, this braided head actually shot two shots at Ye Ling.

However, Ye Ling's reaction was surprisingly fast. When he was about to speak, he had already shrunk his head and hid in the driver's seat.

The bullets from the handguns grazed the door frame of the car and flew out, leaving only two sparks behind.

"Hahaha, he really did use a fake gun to fool us! Kill him! "

"Right, kill him! Let him have a taste of our strength!"

Plaits were waving their flags and shouting for him. At the same time, they took out their pistols and pointed them at Ye Ling's Toyota.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The pistol shot towards Ye Ling's car, causing sparks to fly. However, during the street fighting, not even a single policeman came to disturb them.

Indeed, in a slum like this, it was a paradise for gangs!

Ye Ling squatted in the car and smoked a cigarette. A trace of coldness flashed across his eyes. Then, don't blame me for being impolite!

Tututututututututututu!

The Gatling Gun that was placed outside the door fired out a series of flames that swept through everything in its surroundings!

"Get out of the way, this is real!" Plaits immediately shouted out, and then he hid behind a bunker with his friends.

The powerful firepower of the heavy machine gun was vividly displayed at this moment. One after another, flames penetrated through the rocks, trees, and even steel barrels, destroying everything in their path.

Even if they hid behind their bunkers, they wouldn't be able to protect them.

One man got shot in the ankle, and the whole foot flew off. The other had been shot in the thigh, and a gaping hole had been opened up in that instant. The wound was badly mutilated!

The screams could not cover the sound of the Gatling machine guns.

Ye Ling saw that it was about time, so he stopped shooting and held the cigarette in his mouth. He shouted to the other side, "If you admit defeat, then throw your gun out."

Three guns were thrown in Ye Ling's direction at the same time.

Then those three people also popped their heads out and let Ye Ling see them. Especially the guy with the braided hair, whose hands were raised high up in the air. Facing Ye Ling, the god of death, he was afraid that the other party would misunderstand that he still had thoughts of resisting and would shoot him.

Looking at the surrounding ruins, Plaits called out, "God!" What a joke. Was this the power of a Gatling machine gun? It was like hell!

"Having a gun is not necessarily awesome, because you haven't met someone more ruthless." Ye Ling looked at his braid and said, "Come here."

Plaits followed Ye Ling's instructions and sat in the front passenger seat.

Ye Ling threw the Gatling Gun onto the back seat and said to Plaits: "Lead the way, I'm going to save my friend."

Plaits looked at the backseat, the Gatling Gun shining with a dark green light, and then looked at Ye Ling: "Do you think, by relying on this, you can save your friend? No matter how many bullets you have, you're just one person. Do you know who the other party is? "

Ye Ling replied calmly, "I don't know, tell me about it."

"They are the local Beatles. There are hundreds of them! All the helpers were armed with guns! Do you think you can face hundreds of guns by yourself? "Stop dreaming!"

Ye Ling frowned.

If this braided head wasn't playing tricks on him, then it seemed that the reason why they kidnapped Moo Qing wasn't just because of the previous incident.

Previously, when he had diarrhea and went to the toilet, he felt that there was something deceptive about it. Perhaps they had already prepared and added something into their food.

In broad daylight, he had kidnapped her in the shopping mall. It seemed that the power of this gang was as ruthless as he had expected!

"Have you made up your mind? There was still time to turn back. They just kidnapped your friend. There must be something for you to do. As long as you do what they want, your friends will be released. " At the last moment, Plaits added, "We are very trustworthy."

To be honest, you should have told me earlier, instead of coming out after I asked the system for the Gatling machine gun.

Thinking about the 20 points he just spent, Ye Ling felt his heart ache.

"You have two choices." Ye Ling looked at his braid and said, "Either, you bring me to that Beatles, or I'll kick you out of the car right now."

As he spoke, he unlocked the safety lock for the first passenger. The clicking sound caused the first passenger's heart to skip a beat.

Those who dared to charge into the slums alone were all ruthless people. Plaits could also tell that this big brother with the Gatling Gun was not the kind of person to be easily bullied and threatened.

But how could he not feel troubled?1

If the Beatles were to find out that he was the one who had brought the eastern people into their territory, then he would also die without a burial!

"I'll give you three numbers, if you don't agree I'll throw you down. "Three, two..." Ye Ling counted down and also stepped on the throttle, driving the car to eighty yards!

Plaits leaned on his back, and his face was filled with fear.

"Alright, alright. I'll take you there. I'll take you there!"

Even if he could live for a little longer, it would be good. Plaits made up his mind. At worst, he just had to wait until he entered the territory of the Beatles and find a way to notify them.

As long as he didn't let the Easterner use the Gatling Gun at the back of the car and quickly kill him, the Beatles would not lose anything.

Perhaps, the leader of the Bandanna Gang could give him a reward for killing them and for killing them all with a Gatling machine gun.

Plaits thought about this and felt a bit more relieved.

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