Red Dead Redemption

In the snow, Hong Fei stared intently at the bullseye, which was still alive.

Frank: "It's a kung fu I've never seen before."

"As I said, I know a lot." Hong Fei said without looking back.

Master Hong's honesty made Frank uncomfortable for a while, then followed him and said, "You want to subdue him."

This is a statement, not a question.

"Yes." Hong Fei simply admitted.

If he didn't want to use Bullseye for his own use, he wouldn't use his strength and speed to fight it.

It was not so much a fight just now that Hong Fei was deliberately reviewing and consolidating his foundation, and at the same time feeding Bullseye.

This has happened hundreds of times, and Bullseye has indeed made progress.

However, the results were clearly disappointing.

At this time, the snow around Bullseye had been dyed red with blood, and there was no extra movement except that the lips were still unconsciously opening and closing.

Looking at this tragic situation, the flesh on Frank's face jumped three times, shook his head and said, "I actually thought you would send him away last night."

"You don't understand, don't I also send him away with my own hands?"

Frank rolled his eyes.

If Bullseye's mental state was normal, Hong Feixing might really let him go.

But in the face of such a disobedient, crazy, and powerful killer and mercenary, Hong Fei would never let him know his true face and leave alive.

Who knows if Bullseye will go to the police or the media to reveal his true identity as soon as he leaves?

Today's final battle is also the last chance he gave Bullseye.

As long as Bullseye behaves a little more normal and controllable, he will not be so direct to kill the killer. Maybe in the future his mental illness can be cured by means of magic?

But the situation is very clear.

Hong Fei admitted that he could not speculate on a madman's thoughts, nor could he monitor Bullseye's behavior at all times, and there was no need to torment himself for a Bullseye.

The month-long imprisonment and beating of Bullseye has boosted his energy a lot.

But he can be sure that killing Bullseye will definitely improve his fitness.

Sure enough, when Bullseye took his last breath, Hong Fei felt a slight improvement in his physical fitness.

Of course, what Hong Fei was more concerned about was that a green card was raised from Bullseye's corpse.

He stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and threw the bullseye to Frank: "Give him the entire cemetery, and count it on my head."

Frank nodded, carrying the body to the door and handing it over to Number One.

Hong Fei turned around and went back to his room.

[Passive Skill Card: Weapon Proficiency] (green)

"You can skillfully use any item as a weapon."

A skill that is better than nothing, and some moments may come in handy.

In one month, he defeated Bullseye 210 times in total. On the first night, he harvested two white skill cards, and the third one was in front of him.

Because of this, Hong Fei's interest in Bullseye became less and less, and in the second half of the month, he would only visit him every few days.

Then now the problem comes again.

Does killing a target always drop a skill card?

After pondering for a long time, Hong Fei sighed and put away the card.

Too few samples and lack of controls to get exact answers.

Get up and go out, take the elevator to the ground.

The space under the manor has been expanded into three floors, each floor is three meters high and covers an area of ​​more than 3,000 square meters. If the construction party thought that the larger the area might affect the main building, Hong Fei still wanted to make it bigger and deeper.

Currently, only Hong Fei and Frank have access to the bottom floor.

The lights here are bright and the air circulates smoothly. A straight road leads to the hall with an area of ​​more than 100 square meters. There is a circle of gray sofas on the white tiles, enough for dozens of people to sit together.

The hall is surrounded by separate rooms, most of which are currently empty except for the food warehouse and weapon warehouse.

Enter the password and enter the weapon warehouse. The rows of metal racks are neat and tidy. The front racks are piled with all kinds of hot weapons, ranging from small ammunition daggers to large clothing artillery.

These items were all newly bought. The previous batch of supplies were left in Sokovia and can be used outside in the future, so there is no need to waste energy to bring them back.

However, there are some similarities between the two shipments.

Like the 120mm mortar.

Hong Fei has used this thing twice, and already has some confidence in it.

After all, he can't get anything bigger right now.

He patted the barrel of the cannon, Hong Fei slapped his mouth, and his eyes were obviously not very satisfied.

For justice and truth, it is necessary to pursue a larger caliber and a longer range.

He passed by and entered the deepest part of the warehouse. There were more than ten straight horizontal knives lying on a black shelf. There was nothing special about their appearance. , may be mistaken for a sword.

Picking up a handle, Hong Fei turned around and left.

Back on the surface, I happened to meet Frank when I went out.

"You are this?"

Hong Fei: "Exactly, you come and shoot, I'll see if it's hard enough."

Frank immediately shook his head: "I'm not free."

"Don't make trouble."

Dragging Frank reluctantly all the way to the open space, Hong Fei drew his sword and unsheathed it. The cold and sharp sword clearly reflected the falling snowflakes from the sky.

Holding the knife in both hands, the blade points forward.

"come on."

Frank looked at the distance: "How about I take a few steps back?"

The two were about ten meters apart, and Hong Fei shook his head: "No, how many bullets do you have?"

"17 rounds."

"It's all over."

Frank nodded and pulled out the pistol from his waist.

"Are you ready?"

Hong Fei nodded silently~www.novelmt.com~ The muzzle of the gun was facing him. Seeing that his index finger was on the trigger, Hong Fei immediately opened the eyes of death.

The bullet case is thrown, the warhead is propelled spirally, and the air ripples in the squeeze, which is especially conspicuous in the environment where the sky is full of snow.

The light of the knife flickered, and the blade hit the target.

After the warhead was divided into two, Hong Fei glanced at the blade, and there was no damage.

Next, bang bang bang gunshots erupted one after another, and the horizontal sword danced in front of him in a string of afterimages, as if water could not get in, and the bullets were cut open one after another.

Hong Fei would take a moment to glance at the blade between every knife.

The twelfth knife, the blade broke open the first gap.

Hong Fei consciously controlled the contact point between each knife and the bullet to be different. However, by the fifteenth, sixteenth, and seventeenth knife, the entire knife seemed to reach its limit, and the fragments that broke apart became larger each time.

Seventeen strokes later, Hong Fei was about to withdraw his hand when a bullet burst out from Frank's pistol again.

With a quick turn of the wrist, the slash turned into a straight stab, and the sharp tip of the blade accurately stabbed the bullet.

Ding!

The bullet penetrated the tip of the blade, and the blade vibrated immediately.

Hong Fei's palm loosened and tightened, thrusting through the blade, directly dissolving the trembling of the horizontal blade.

Closing the eyes of death, he immediately glared at Frank.

But he saw Frank inserted the pistol into the holster carelessly, and then put his hands on his hips and said with an arrogant expression: "Teach you a little more, the capacity of the magazine does not always represent the total number of bullets of the enemy, remember to put it in the chamber of the gun in the future. The last one, the extra one, may save your life."

Hong Fei didn't appreciate it.

"Is this very high-end? It's been played hundreds of times in the movie. I think you're just trying to find fault."

Frank grinned and smiled silently.