I Am King

Chapter 614 Shot

At the Saigon pier, in the warehouse where Qin Feng used to watch his cars, Da Sha said to Ruth after hanging up the phone.

"You stay here and don't go anywhere. I'm going to help Brother Feng."

Without waiting for Ruth's reply, he stood up, walked to a stack of wooden crates in the corner, and started moving them. He moved five crates in a row, only stopping when he moved the sixth.

At this point, the height of the box was just up to Da Sha's thigh. Below were two larger boxes. Da Sha took a crowbar, pried open the boxes, and found a layer of straw inside.

Without any hesitation, Da Sha reached out and pulled back the straw, revealing what he was looking for.

Two large black Star rifles, still gleaming with oil, and seven or eight equally brand-new magazines.

These two guns were bought by Chen Haonan after Da Sha got beaten up when he caused trouble last time. He had made a tough decision to buy them in case of emergency. He originally thought that if anyone dared to cause him trouble again, he would take them out to intimidate them. However, things had been peaceful since then, and he never had a chance to use them. This time, they were going to be used for the first time.

Big Fool picked up the Black Star, inserted the magazine, and tested the feel of it. He immediately felt much braver.

A feeling of "with truth in hand, I have the world at my fingertips" spread through my heart!

But as soon as he stepped out of the warehouse and came to the front, he was so frightened that he shrank back.

Bullets were flying everywhere at the repair shop in front of the warehouse. Everything inside was smashed to pieces. Wooden items like chairs and benches were basically ruined. Qin Feng, holding an AK, was forced to cower in a corner and dared not show his face at all.

"Damn it, are you crazy?! I'm all alone, and you guys are coming at me with a dozen AKs, is that any kind of manners?"

Qin Feng, who was squatting in the corner, lit a cigarette during a break, and couldn't help but curse as soon as he exhaled the smoke.

Originally, there was only one car following him. Qin Feng planned to lure the person over, capture them, and interrogate them to find out who was trying to harm him. However, just as he arranged for Ruth to stay with Da Sha and was about to go out to do his own thing, a row of vans parked in front of Da Sha's house. Two of Da Sha's henchmen went out to check the situation, but the people on the other side didn't say a word, pulled out their AKs, and started fighting. Da Sha's henchmen were gone, and Qin Feng was unable to leave.

Qin Feng told Da Sha to take Ruth to hide in the back warehouse and call Fu Sheng for reinforcements. He was preparing to launch a counterattack, but the other side had no sense of martial ethics and didn't give him a chance to show himself. As soon as he peeked out, he was shot in the shoulder. If it weren't for Wolverine's healing factor, he would probably have lost his fighting ability by now.

Seeing that the bullet hole in his shoulder had healed, Qin Feng gritted his teeth, realizing that this was the first time he had ever been shot since his debut.

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became, and the more frustrated he became, the more determined he became to kill those bastards!

Of course, as determined as he was, and capable of self-healing as he was, he could only cower in the corner listening to the gunshots. Not dying didn't mean he wasn't in pain. Recalling the "pleasure" of the bullet being pushed out of his muscles bit by bit during his self-healing, Qin Feng really didn't want to experience it again.

He huddled in the corner for a while, and then the gunfire at the door suddenly stopped. Qin Feng then heard a soft, feminine male voice. He couldn't understand what it was saying, but it sounded like a Southeast Asian language.

But what he said was no longer important; Qin Feng had been waiting for this moment.

Turning over and changing angles, Qin Feng pushed off the wall with his legs, and his whole body slid out at an angle like a skateboard.

As soon as he peeked out, he saw a row of live targets standing at the door. Without any hesitation, Qin Feng's index finger pulled the trigger.

Gunfire rang out continuously, and the assassins outside the door fell one after another, like wheat being harvested, following the order Qin Feng aimed.

With a loud crash, Qin Feng slid to the other side, his head hitting the wall directly, causing several pieces of cement to fall from the wall, which already had a small crack.

Of course, this was nothing to Qin Feng, after all, his Iron Shirt technique wasn't developed for nothing.

"Pah..." Qin Feng stood up, spat out the cement slag that had just fallen into his mouth, changed the magazine of his AK, tidied his hair, dusted off his clothes, and then looked towards the door.

He was quite confident in his marksmanship.

…The main reason is that he has confidence in the shooting skills that the system has given him. At a distance of less than 30 meters, given time to aim, Qin Feng is confident that he can hit a fly, let alone a row of human targets.

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