The Strongest Abandoned Master In City

The blond guitar player looked obsessively at the spear in his hand, and the spear flashed with a bone-chilling aura, as if it had the aura of death from hell.    

    

The light from the gunshot did not reflect any light at all. It completely blended into the darkness. The shape of the spear was a bit strange, and the long barrel was more than a meter long.    

    

The thin rope in Satan's hand was still unpopularized until now. It only existed in the high-intensity nanofiber of the laboratory. A thin rope that could bear ten tons of weight weighed no more than two hundred grams, so the cost of making that thin rope was shockingly high. Calculating it purely based on money, it was at least ten million dollars.    

    

And in this world, the highest cost of building a sniper rifle in this world was between two hundred thousand to one million dollars.    

    

But no one knew. . . There is still a gun in this world, The cost of building this gun reached an astonishing 50 million USD.    

    

This gun was the longest ranged weapon in human history, the most powerful individual long-range weapon.    

    

If this gun was not controlled by humans but by using the infrared control of the electronic pulse, it could be made into a point shot within 1% of a second.    

    

All the characteristics of this gun could not hide its biggest feature, which was that it was too expensive. Even the most powerful country in the world could not make this kind of weapon into the standard configuration of troops, and it could not even be mass produced.    

    

To put it bluntly, this kind of thing could not be used on the battlefield. Because the cost of this production would probably be able to produce a few missiles.    

    

There were only two such terrifying weapons in the world. The first one was a sample that had been destroyed along with the blueprint. The gun in the guitar player's hand was the only one in the world.    

    

This was his personal weapon, his partner, friend, and life.    

    

The largest range of a single soldier weapon was obviously not the standard of an ordinary sniper rifle. Its effective shooting range was five kilometers.    

    

A range of five kilometers, wind speed, wind direction, temperature and humidity, any indicator would affect the result of the gathering, so the value of this thing was really not much.    

    

One had to know that a range of two kilometers was the limit of the most powerful sniper rifle that they knew of. And these two thousand meters were enough for bullets to fly in the air for six to seven seconds, six to seven seconds. If the target was stationary, it would be better, but if it was to snipe a moving target, the difficulty could be imagined.    

    

And this gun's range could reach five kilometers. Then, the bullet would need to fly in the air for at least twenty seconds.    

    

What did 20 seconds mean?    

    

It could be imagined that no matter how powerful this weapon was, the target that was shooting five kilometers away must be precise to the max.    

    

After the blond guitar player installed a high-precision infrared scope, he stood up.    

    

This specially made high-precision optical infrared scope could clearly see a cigarette butt twenty kilometers away.    

    

Slowly placing the gun on the rooftop balcony, the blond guitar player first used the infrared scope to find his target.    

    

After confirming the window of the villa, the guitar player began to make precise adjustments. After a slight electric current sound, a cross point appeared on the high-precision display of the infrared scope. This was the target of his shot.    

    

There was no light on the window, indicating that the target he wanted to assassinate had not yet returned.    

    

The blond guitar player was not anxious. He was very patient. In order to kill a target, he hid in the desert for three days and three nights without moving at all.    

    

He leaned against the balcony in a strange position. Then, like a statue, he didn't move at all.    

    

Time passed, and the guitar player really became a statue.    

    

A clear voice sounded behind him:    

    

"Good gun, good endurance. "    

    

These words sounded like a bomb in the guitar player's ears.    

    

The guitar player's body was like a spring. The moment the sound rang out, he suddenly threw himself at the sound.    

    

His body was tall and sturdy. His blond hair was suddenly pulled straight. His entire person seemed wild and arrogant.    

    

His fists, legs, elbows, knees and even his head were regarded as a fatal weapon. Within a second, he actually used all his weapons.    

    

This made Yang Qiu, who had dodged far away,'s eyes light up again.    

    

This fellow's close combat strength was even higher than Mo, who was beside Lin Yiloong.    

    

"F * ck, what the hell?"    

    

The blond guitar player suddenly grinned.    

    

He said softly to the air,    

    

"I am Arthur. May I ask who you are?"    

    

This guy spoke English, with a very thick London accent. Moreover, his dressing style was also very British. He did not look like a killer at all.    

    

Yang Qiu slowly revealed himself. He used his hand to pick up the big gun, and then coughed.    

    

Arthur suddenly turned around. His eyes were like a hungry wolf as he looked at him expressionlessly.    

    

"Friend, you shouldn't have touched my spear. "    

    

Yang Qiu said faintly.    

    

"You shouldn't have come to kill me. Especially not to compete with others. "    

    

Arthur couldn't help but be stunned. After a long time, he reached out to touch his nose and muttered:    

    

"What the hell? I failed. Hehe, Sir, did you kill that guy? "    

    

Yang Qiu looked at the big spear in his hand seriously, then he put it away without any hesitation. When he saw his weapon disappear into thin air in Yang Qiu's hand, Arthur suddenly opened his mouth wide in shock. After a long time, he said in a low voice:    

    

"You. . . How did you do it?"    

    

"Are you curious?"    

    

Yang Qiu said with a smile.    

    

"That guy called Satan is also very curious. I did not kill him, but whether I kill you or not is not certain. "    

    

Arthur's eyes flashed a few times. Suddenly, his aura relaxed. The corner of his mouth on the right raised slightly, forming a charming smile.    

    

"Sir, I surrender. I am willing to atone for my foolish actions. Can you return my weapon to me? "    

    

" No "    

    

Yang Qiu said.    

    

"Unless you agree to join me. "    

    

"Join you?"    

    

"In your western way of speaking, that is to submit to me. "    

    

"Submit to you? Sorry, my thoughts do not allow me to submit, you can kill me, but please do not insult me"    

    

Yang Qiu looked at this guy with a playful expression and said in a flat tone.    

    

"Then you rejected me?"    

    

"I think if you are willing to negotiate with me, I can serve you three times for free. "    

    

Arthur's eyes sparkled, but the smile on his face became more and more fervent.    

    

"Three times for free. You can let me kill anyone in this world. After three times, I can give you a 50% discount for the rest of your life. "    

    

Yang Qiu almost laughed out loud. This guy was very interesting. He was even more interesting than Satan.