I am a Big Player
Chapter 663 - 654, gun expert_1

Chapter 663: 654, gun expert_1

What is a gun? It’s something that, once held in hand, can boost one’s courage.

With the pull of a trigger, the bullet leaves its casing propelled by gunpowder, then spins out of the barrel rifling; before the naked eye can see anything, the bullet has already penetrated the human muscle tissue, inflicting massive damage with its immense rotational force and velocity.

The reason why the three poaching gangs in No Man’s Land had managed to coexist peacefully up to now, each earning their money, was precisely because they all had firearms at hand. A real battle would mean mutual destruction, and might even give a third party the chance to rob them while they were down.

Even gang leaders like Li Kun couldn’t say for certain they wouldn’t die in a shootout—that was the crux of it.

Li Kun had seen it time and again during his police unit’s missions; the most ferocious criminals would cower before guns and surrender meekly. So, when faced with Ren He’s arrival, those two pistols were his source of confidence.

Li Kun thought that even if that youth named Lu Xiaotu had exceptional wushu skills, he would have no choice but to surrender in the face of firearms.

But he overestimated the threat that guns posed to Ren He and underestimated Ren He’s abilities.

Previously, when Ren He had faced the National Security Agency and CIA, which one of them didn’t possess formidable firepower? Ren He was very clear about one thing: no one could outrun a bullet, but one could be faster than the shooter.

As long as the opponent wasn’t already aiming and ready to fire in a tight formation, Ren He dared to wade into these troubled waters.

The gunman who had been floored by a punch was now lying on the ground, his fate unknown. Ren He still moderated his strength; that punch had at least a thousand pounds of force. If it had struck any vital organ directly, that person would be undoubtedly dead. However, Ren He targeted the right shoulder, where breaking the collarbone and arm bone was inevitable, but survival was still possible.

At that moment, five or six men charged at Ren He with knives, while Li Kun swiftly retreated. These men were brazenly attempting to cover for Li Kun as he went to pick up a gun, knowing that, with a gun, the youth was as good as dead!

The dim yellow light at the entrance of the shadowy inn glinted on the Dog Leg knives, casting not warmth but a chilling intent to kill!

Five men in front, one behind—all had lived on the edge for over a decade, and not even Ren He’s skill could deter them from wielding their knives.

In this Desert, to reason with these poaching thieves, one had to first get past the knives in their hands!

Their knives were not for show!

With a fierce determination, how could six men not kill a teenager?

However, as they raised their knives, the expressions of three of them changed; inexplicably, they felt a sudden urge to vomit. This strange feeling was as if someone had suddenly grabbed their stomachs, leaving no room inside, forcing the food to surge out through their esophagus!

Gag!

The film crew members spectating the brawl were taken aback for a moment, perplexed by the vomiting. Was it because they drank too much?

Damn satisfying, these guys had monopolized the inn for three to four hours, drinking non-stop; they deserved to vomit in the middle of a fight!

Meanwhile, the other three were suddenly overcome with tears that couldn’t be stopped flooding from their eyes.

The crew on set watched as their boss completely ignored the three vomiting people, sidestepped with a leap, and with a sudden burst of strength, kicked the tearful trio to the ground. They fell like dominoes.

However, at that moment, Li Kun was already bending down to reach for his gun when Ren He leaped into the air. His dive covered a distance of five meters, reaching Li Kun in an instant. He raised his elbow high and, along with sinking into a horse stance, drove his elbow down, smashing Li Kun into the ground.

This lightning-fast sequence of movements left the crew staring in disbelief. No one had expected their boss to be so... outrageously strong in a fight!

How outrageous? They had always thought that one man defeating ten was only something that happened in Director Zhang’s wushu TV series. After all, in real-life, even those legendary in wushu didn’t fight with the elegance depicted in TV dramas but seemed more like they were brawling in the streets.

Yet, Ren He made it look like they were watching a movie, so effortless was his performance. This sprang from the fact that Ren He didn’t grapple with anyone—he completely dominated his opponents with a single strike, making it seem like a real movie.

The final five-meter pounce was particularly awe-inspiring.

The crew, however, was puzzled. Why hadn’t those thugs, who intended to slash with their knives, finished vomiting...

And the other three... were they crying from being beaten?

How pathetic... The crew felt that even if they were beaten up, they wouldn’t cry...

Standing before Li Kun with the "makes-you-cry" buff, Ren He picked up the two handguns scattered on the ground: "So these are your backup, huh? However, I just wanted to conduct business with you properly."

Li Kun’s back was in excruciating pain from Ren He’s elbow, as if his spine was about to snap. However, he was very aware that his spine wasn’t broken, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to feel the pain.

He struggled to turn over onto his back, gasping for breath and said, "I underestimated you. You must be the sniper."

Li Kun’s tone was one of assertion.

Ren He cheerfully asked, "What sniper?"

Li Kun didn’t pursue the question further—victors and losers, no point in discussing more. He changed the subject and asked, "What do you plan to do with us? Kill me and take over the turf? No, probably you’re not interested in that."

"Give you to the police," said Ren He. He turned to the owner of the shady establishment hiding to the side and smiled, "Boss, bring some ropes, the sturdy kind. Tie them all up."

"Yes, yes, right away!" the owner immediately nodded, fearing the youth’s wrath. He had already decided to spread the word that night about how Li Kun’s group had deservedly fallen to a truly fierce dragon crosser!

As Li Kun lay on the ground pondering, he wondered whether the youth intended to hand him over to the police. Li Kun still couldn’t fathom why the youth had done all this—why he came here, why he wanted to make a deal, and why if it was for the yak horns, did he stop him with a sniper? If the sniper wasn’t him, then the tracker wouldn’t make sense either. Li Kun was no fool.

Ren He didn’t pay him any attention, knowing he couldn’t get up for a while and called the owner to tie up the rest who were still able to struggle after vomiting and crying. With one punch each from Ren He, they all curled up like shrimps, sweating profusely from the pain.

Once these men, including Li Kun, were tied up, Ren He wiped the fingerprints from the handguns and, in the blink of an eye, dismantled them and threw the pieces onto the ground. Watching this, Li Kun felt even more bitterness in his heart—the other party was not only skilled in hand-to-hand combat but was also an expert with firearms!