Here, the silent smoke of gunpowder continues.
Si Yiyan stood under the yellow street light, his whole body seemed to be bathed in golden light. His eyes under his messy hair were as black as ancient ink. His tough face exuded the firmness of horns and bones. His bones were strong and tough, just like a tall bamboo, proud and clear. He was wearing a dark gold dress, which was illuminated by the golden light, as if he was looking down on others like a god coated in golden light. The five-clawed dark gold dragons on both sides of the shoulder collar of the dress seemed to be alive in the sunlight, with bared fangs and claws, raised necks and roaring, with majestic momentum.
This is the majesty of Rex.
"Come out! It's time to end the cat and mouse game." Si Yiyan's fingers were clenched into a shape of eight, with his thumb and index finger making the standard shooting posture of aiming in the shape of eight. He looked like a child playing with a gun with his fingers, carelessly.
"It is rumored that Rex's patience is like that of a cheetah lying dormant in the deep jungle waiting for its prey. Is your patience exhausted?" A clear, mocking voice, accompanied by rapid breathing, came from the dark night.
Si Yiyan didn't take it seriously. He tilted his head and glanced at his finger gun: "My patience is still there, but I'm afraid yours has been exhausted."
That casual aim seemed to follow him like a shadow, wherever he ran, it followed him. He finally believed what people on the street said: no one can escape Rex's aim.
A feeling of despair arose in his heart.
Just now, he watched his brothers fall one by one under Rex's fingers like children playing house. With a light click of his index finger and thumb, what was taken away was not only the lives, but also the will of the survivors, which was as strong as a thousand blows.
Whoever you point at will die!
One move can completely break down the opponent's psychological defenses!
It's actually very easy to kill him. All you have to do is flick his finger like this.
But he never killed him, he kept aiming at him, and he kept changing positions, teasing him like a cat playing with a mouse.
His heart was filled with rage.
But there is no way to resist the temptation of survival. Even ants try to survive.
Si Yiyan said calmly: "Your previous movement speed was about 15 meters per second, and I could aim at you three times within one second, but now, you can only move six meters per second, and I can aim at you at least ten times within one second, so... do you think it's still meaningful to run away?"
In an angry voice with a heavy nasal tone, "Rex, don't you enjoy the game of cat and mouse? I will just try to please you this time."
Si Yiyan's face was calm and expressionless: "A normal person's breathing rate is 16-20 times per second. Your current breathing rate has reached 40 times per second. If you continue like this, within ten minutes, you will die suddenly due to lack of breath due to excessive breathing."
A roaring voice suddenly sounded: "Rex, what do you want?"
Si Yiyan smiled faintly and said nothing.
He suddenly felt something was wrong. The temptation to survive almost made him lose his mind. His mind was filled with thoughts of escaping. He lost his calmness and rationality as a mercenary, his proud will, and the passion of a man!
Rex wanted him to die without dignity.
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, his body suddenly rushed towards the person under the light like a spear shot from a bow.
The black gun instantly pointed at Si Yiyan from a distance.
At this moment, Si Yiyan aimed his index finger at him and the bullet whistled and flew out at high speed.
Before he could pull the trigger, a soft "puff" sound echoed in his ears. The sound of the bullet hitting the flesh made his whole body cold. His arm holding the gun dropped unnaturally.
Si Yiyan said calmly: "So far, no one's gun is faster than my hand."
He wanted to say: Arrogant!
But I have to admit that he was telling the truth.
His marksmanship was honed through life and death experiences, and he knew exactly how fast his marksmanship was.
He endured the pain and suddenly pounced towards Si Yiyan.
Si Yiyan stood there quietly, without even frowning.
Until someone approached him, he stretched out a hand and suddenly grasped his wrist, and the sound of bones "clacking" was eerie and teeth-grinding in the night.
"No one has ever dared to point a gun at me." Si Yiyan sneered and stretched out his other slender and beautiful hand. Under the street light, that hand was as delicate as a jade carving and as perfect as a masterpiece of God. Then he grasped his gun. The black gun set off his fair hand, carrying a chilling coldness. With a push and pull, a "click-click" sound was heard, and in just a few seconds, the gun in his hand turned into pieces of metal.
"you… "
Si Yiyan looked down at the bloody hole on his left arm and sneered, "Knowing that I have a good patience proves that you know me very well. If you know me so well, how can you not know that you can mess with anyone in this world except me?"
This... He clearly only aimed his shot at that woman!
Could it be...
Si Yiyan continued, "Because someone once said that I am petty and vindictive, which is true. However, she forgot to mention that I am also very vindictive."
The most intolerable thing was that the bullets fired from this gun were aimed at her.
He swallowed and said, "I didn't mean to hurt you, because the order we received was to kill that woman, and I shot at her."
The order they received was to seize a document from Rex and kill the woman next to Rex. Of the two tasks, killing the woman must be accomplished.
Si Yiyan grinned. Under the light, his face looked particularly ghostly: "Well, then I'll tell you, so that you can die knowingly."
His body trembled.
Si Yiyan smiled and said, "Do you know how this injury came about?"
He shook his head.
Si Yiyan continued: "When your bullet flew over, I leaned over and blocked it!"
His pupils kept contracting suddenly, so he would suffer insulting teasing and playing before his death. The real reason was that he shouldn't have shot the woman
"You are honored to die by my gun." A golden light flashed in Si Yiyan's hand, and the killer he carried with him was held in his hand. Under the light, the gun exuded a cold and hard metallic color. The cold gun body had extremely smooth lines, which was elegant and beautiful, powerful and gorgeous.
Si Yiyan rarely uses his gun, even when he was facing an attack from a group of people just now.
But now he fired his gun.
His face was pale, and everyone in the underworld knew that Rex seldom used a gun, but once he did, it would be like the devil taking his life!
It's like taking something out of a bag.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, resounding through the night sky, marking the end of the invisible smoke of gunpowder.
"Send his body to the Duke of Morville."