The Strongest Son-in-law: God-level Choice

Mao Song was really panicked.

He thinks Ji Feng is a killer sent by the enemy, and he is the kind of international top killer who spends an astronomical sum to invite him, just like in many movies. He directly suspects that Ji Feng should be some world-class killer. The people of the killer organization!

It's an exaggeration to say!

However, if it is not exaggerated, it will not work. If it is not exaggerated, it will not match the ability shown by Ji Feng.

Ji Feng's marksmanship is so exaggerated, it not only surpasses the cognition of Xitong people, but even surpasses the cognition of professional gunmen!

Not only Mao Song was restrained, but Mao Song's bodyguards and everyone else present were restrained.

Ji Feng knew that this would be the effect.

Because he knows his marksmanship. It is already strong to the extent of any human being.

Guns have recoil, and ordinary people won't use them.

A single shot can sprain your wrist, and even if you are trained, you can shoot one or two hundred rounds. The next day, the wrist will be red, swollen and stinging, and the hand will be temporarily disabled.

The SWAT team trains sharpshooters. That's 30,000 rounds a year.

And even the top gunmen, such as the ace elites in the SWAT team, can fire at most five or six hundred rounds a day during special training. The consequence of firing so many guns in one day is often that the tiger's mouth is cracked and the flesh is broken.

This kind of super-intensive training, even for top gunmen, can't last for a few days.

And Ji Feng, who has acquired the marksmanship specialization skill, can be said to have opened a plug-in in this regard.

Ordinary players, what do you compare with those who open plug-ins?

Therefore, Ji Feng is confident that only in pistol marksmanship, he is the number one in the world! And it is still the first level higher than the second level in the world!

The other world-class top-notch shooters are one level, and Ji Feng is one level higher than them. At this level, he is the only one.

Ji Feng still held a gun at Mao Song with a smile on his face.

Everyone dared not move.

Ji Feng is not only good at marksmanship, he also seems to have eyes behind him.

"One hundred million is not enough for me to add one hundred million." Mao Song increased the price again, there was a cold sweat on his forehead, and his voice was much dry: "Don't kill me, the other party will give you how much money. I will add another one hundred million."

Mao Song was really scared, the more he thought about it, the more scared he became.

He had even imagined that Ji Feng shot himself down with one shot, and then walked away. None of these people dared to stop Ji Feng.

One thing is worth mentioning.

That's where the bar is.

The biggest difference between bars and ordinary residential buildings and office buildings is that the bar is decorated with sound insulation, and Jiudu Space is also one of the top bars in Modu. During the decoration, the overall sound insulation treatment is done regardless of the cost.

Therefore, although Ji Feng fired several shots in the room, even if the gunshots were heard outside, they could only hear some squeaking noises, not gunshots at all.

Silence in the office.

"I'm so sick of people talking dirty to me." Ji Feng finally smiled and said lightly.

"I'm sorry, I don't know Mount Tai, I'm sorry, my friend." Mao Song immediately apologized, a hero does not suffer immediate losses, he is also a master who can bend and stretch.

You have to save your life before you can resist. You can take revenge.

Ji Feng still held his gun and looked at Mao Song with a smile, but stopped talking.

"Master. You are master. I have some catchphrases when I talk. Master, don't you mind?" Mao Song said, and he raised his hand and hit his cheek with a grin, grinning at Ji Feng.

He is thin and small, and this grin-smile is full of the feeling of a traitor and spy captain in film and television dramas.

Ji Feng put down his gun.

He wasn't here to kill today.

Ji Feng sat down and smiled at Mao Song again: "Talk about it alone?"

Mao Song hesitated for a moment, then immediately agreed: "Okay, okay, okay, go out, you all go out first."

He hesitated because of fear, worried that all his subordinates would go out, Ji Feng shot him but he changed his mind - thought, no, if Ji Feng wants to kill him, he can directly kill him, it doesn't matter if the others are there, they are all scared did not dare to move.

And there is another advantage of letting his subordinates go out. His confidants will inform others, and his subordinates can also go to get the gun.

Mao Song let the others out.

Everyone else went out in a hurry. They didn't want to stay for a second in this office, so it was very embarrassing.

Afraid that Ji Feng will start killing, whether to rush to protect the boss will also make them in a dilemma to die, not to appear unfaithful.

It's best to go out. .

Everyone went out, including Mao Song's heavily make-up woman, Sun Mei.

Soon, Ji Feng and Mao Song were left in the room.

The door is closed.

"Sit down, Boss Mao." Ji Feng gestured with a smile.

"Oh, good." Mao Song regained his calm state, and there was a slight smirk on his face, which became a state of smiling when he received a distinguished guest, but when he sat down, his eyes still glanced subconsciously. The pistol in Ji Feng's hand.

After sitting down on the pine tree a

Ji Feng put the pistol directly on the table and slid towards Mao Song.

Snapped.

Mao Song slapped the pistol and pressed it against the table, stunned for a moment.

what do you mean?

In fact, Mao Song himself doesn't remember how many bullets there are in this pistol. It's been useless for too long.

However, Ji Feng fired several shots in a row, but the pistol still didn't have an "empty position", that is, the slide did not appear to be out of position.

This means that there are still bullets in the gun.

Mao Song didn't understand why Ji Feng returned the gun to himself.

"There's still a bullet in the gun." Ji Feng smiled at Mao Song: "Keep it, it's not good for anyone who accidentally hurts."

Mao Song was startled again.

Even he didn't know how many bullets were in the gun, but Ji Feng said it for sure without checking the magazine!

Really or not, is it possible? He didn't know that Ji Feng could determine the number of bullets in the gun based on the weight of the pistol alone.

"That." Mao Song considered it carefully, and at the same time picked up the gun very slowly, pulled out the magazine, and took a look.

The magazine is empty.

Ji Feng is right, there is indeed a bullet, which is ready to be fired at any time in the gun chamber.

Mao Song stuffed the magazine back, then opened the drawer and put the pistol back.

He is a smart man, and he was not only stunned by Ji Feng.

I also understand that even if Ji Feng returns the pistol with the last bullet to him, he will not have any chance. If he dares to mess around again, it is hard to say whether Ji Feng will kill him.

In front of the top masters, the distance is so close, and temporary cooperation is always the most correct way to go.

"That friend..." Mao Song looked at Ji Feng again and smirked.

"That woman Zhang Ya, a very beautiful girl, isn't she?" Ji Feng asked with a smile.

Mao Song's face suddenly changed.