Chapter 609: Chapter 609-A Bet
Translator: 549690339
Feng Sheng was not sure if Andy Elliot could understand Japanese or Chinese, so he spoke in English, the international language.
His cold tone made Andy Elliot feel a little scared.
However, what shocked him even more was Feng Sheng’s speed and decisiveness.
In the Lone Wolf Mercenary Team, even if his individual combat ability was not the best, he was ranked in the top ten among the 100 to 200 people.
However, in the battle that they had just experienced, or rather, in the one-sided overwhelming battle.
He didn’t even have the ability to counterattack!
Just like that, he was beaten down by the other party!
This was simply unbelievable!
“Where is Alexander Gerri?”
Feng Sheng squatted beside Andy Elliot and stepped on his hand.
His other leg used his bent knee to press against Andy Elliot’s waist, making him unable to resist or stand up.
“Your name is Feng Sheng?”
Andy Elliot did not answer Feng Sheng’s question directly. Instead, he asked in English.
Feng Sheng flipped his hand that was holding the gun and placed the back of the gun on Andy Elliot’s shoulder.
He pressed the pistol hard against Andy Elliot, and at the same time, he grabbed the handle of the pistol and pushed it forward. The sound of metal sliding on the gun was heard. It was the sound of a bullet being loaded.
Once this was done, it meant that Feng Sheng only needed to pull the trigger lightly.
He could put a bullet into Andy Elliot’s body at any time.
Feng Sheng’s cold metallic muzzle was once again pressed against Andy Elliot’s carotid artery.
There was a hint of killing intent in his voice.’Where is Alexander Gerri?”
Even though Feng Sheng had jumped down from the tree and struck him with his saber, he had lost the initiative and was in a passive position.
However, Andy Elliot felt that from the information he had investigated.
Feng Sheng was just a businessman who had once been a CEO.
Feng Sheng might have practiced a little before, but he seemed to be quite familiar with the use of the gun.
However, Andy Elliot did not think that Feng Sheng, who lived in a bustling city, could be someone who had actually shot and killed someone.
Therefore, he felt that even if Feng Sheng pointed a gun at his lifeline, he would not dare to shoot him.
Andy Elliot, who had half his face pressed against the ground, turned his gray eyes to the right.
He glanced at the shiny golden pistol that was pressed against his carotid artery. He could tell at a glance that it was the Desert Eagle Gold pistol.
In direct proportion to the Desert Eagle’s powerful kill rate was its powerful recoil.
The first time he used the Desert Eagle Golden Gun, his entire arm was shot by the powerful recoil, and it was so painful that it felt like his arm had been blown off.
A week after that, his entire right arm didn’t seem to be his.
Since then, he had given up on using the Desert Eagle Gold Handgun, which had an insane recoil.
Feng Sheng’s left hand was still holding his right hand, controlling him. If Feng Sheng wanted to shoot, he did not have any extra hands. He could only shoot with one hand.
Since Feng Sheng dared to use the Desert Eagle, it was impossible for him not to know the insane recoil of the pistol.
If an ordinary person fired the Desert Eagle with two hands, their hands would be crippled.
If Feng Sheng wanted to shoot with one hand, he would be cutting off his own path.
Once Feng Sheng’s right hand was crippled, he would be able to take advantage of the situation and suppress him. He would definitely have the upper hand then!
That’s why.
Andy Elliot’s gray eyes were filled with determination in the darkness. He took a gamble..
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