Chapter 629

Xu Si felt somewhat awkward; his hand loosened, and the gun dropped back into the seat.

Seeing this, Ning Chen glanced at Zuo He once, straightened his body, and said, "He has put down the gun; there is no threat anymore. Come out."

Zuo He had been staring at the two of them the whole time, so naturally, he heard this entire conversation.

He thought, casually and with utter mockery.

Lifting the machine gun with his foot and then holding it in his hands would take at most three seconds; if Xu Si were truly that foolish...

Before he could finish thinking, Xu Si pushed open the car door and got out.

The smile on Zuo He's face froze; he cursed silently and fixed his gaze on Ning Chen.

Zuo He said.

"You wouldn't be the person Luo Wen tried so hard to kill, would you? You are called Ning Chen?"

Ning Chen did not answer him but instead said.

"People from the Gulf Family?"

Upon hearing this, Zuo He suddenly laughed.

"So you know. Ning Chen, it was you who annihilated a mercenary band last time, wasn't it? Let me guess what your target is."

"Is it Luo Wen, or the entire Gulf Family?"

Zuo He asked this question casually. He looked at Ning Chen; although he appeared disdainful on the surface, he had heard far too many reports about Ning Chen.

Something about dodging bullets with his bare flesh, something about super perception, something about destroying an entire mercenary band single-handedly.

It was too absurd.

Ning Chen neither nodded nor shook his head; he was not carrying a gun and said.

"You guessed correctly; my target is the entire Gulf Family."

Zuo He was stunned for a moment, then burst into a fit of utterly manic laughter.

"Hahahaha... What did you say? Just you?"

Perhaps because the expression on Zuo He's face was so excessively contemptuous, Xu Si even felt that the situation he had learned about was false.

So he could not help but say, "You don't know Ning Chen?"

As soon as these words were spoken, not only Zuo He, but even Ning Chen turned his head.

Xu Si spread his hands: "Do you think someone capable of annihilating an entire mercenary band would be unable to defeat you?"

Zuo He looked at Ning Chen and found that this person was at most in his twenties, and his build was not strong; among those people in the mercenary band, which one was not stronger than him?

So Zuo He said contemptuously, "Only a fool would believe that, right?"

Ning Chen looked at Zuo He; this person of his always disliked dawdling in his actions. Zuo He had spoken so many words, delaying a lot of time; from the very beginning, Ning Chen had intended to end the fight quickly.

So Ning Chen spoke directly.

"Either you shoot directly, or you jump off the cliff yourself; you choose for yourself."

Zuo He hooked his toe under that gun and lifted it lightly; the movement was fluid and smooth.

He aimed the gun at Ning Chen, thinking this person's brain was not very good.

"Since that is the case, I will not waste words with you." After Zuo He finished speaking, he aimed the muzzle at Ning Chen and pulled the trigger.

Ning Chen narrowed his eyes; he looked at the muzzle and controlled his body to dodge rapidly to the side.

This speed was such that even a afterimage could not be seen.

Bullets were continuously fired from the muzzle; Zuo He's hand was steady, but the moment he fired the first shot, he sensed something was wrong.

Where was the person in front?

Zuo He released the gun and simultaneously looked to the side.

Unexpectedly, Ning Chen was standing less than half a meter to his right, so close that he could even reach out and touch him.

Zuo He suddenly stepped back; his look at Ning Chen was like looking at a monster.

But Ning Chen gave Zuo He no chance to continue firing; he quickly grabbed Zuo He's wrists with both hands and simultaneously twisted outward.

A "Crack" sound came; the gun in Zuo He's hand fell. Before it hit the ground, Ning Chen lifted his leg and blocked it with his thigh.

He released Zuo He's wrists with both hands and, using the momentum, pushed Zuo He backward. At the same time, his right hand quickly scooped downward, successfully grabbing the machine gun that was teetering on his thigh and about to fall.

Pushed by this force, Zuo He stepped back several paces and almost failed to stabilize the weight.

Ning Chen had already taken hold of the machine gun; like a novice, he examined this machine gun, while the muzzle pointed at Zuo He, repeatedly flipping and fiddling with the gun in his hands.

Zuo He frowned: "What does this mean?"

Ning Chen tossed the gun up and caught it steadily: "It means nothing."

He paused for a moment and said again, "However, today is your death date."

Zuo He looked at Ning Chen; he never expected to be defeated by this person.

"I regret it! If only I had made a bit more preparation..."

Ning Chen cut him off: "How do you think I single-handedly fought the entire mercenary band? Your strength, compared to theirs, is simply like the difference between clouds and mud."

Zuo He gritted his teeth: "Forget it; after all, my skills were inferior. Rest assured, the Gulf Family is not the same as the mercenary band; the mercenary band has many useless people."

Xu Si, listening on the side, was terrified, but when he saw that Zuo He was actually in an absolutely disadvantageous position, he still felt some satisfaction.

"Ning Chen, please wait," Xu Si stepped forward and stood between them, "I want to kill him personally."

Ning Chen turned his head to look at Xu Si; he knew the grudge between Xu Si and Zuo He.

Before Ning Chen could refuse or agree, Zuo He mocked, "Kill me? Are you worthy? If not for this person shamelessly following along, do you think you would have any chance to avenge your useless brother?"

472. The Death of Zuo He

These words were no different from rubbing against Xu Si's bottom line; Xu Si gritted his back teeth. Although he was very angry, he did not choose to answer Zuo He's words.

Instead, he looked at Ning Chen and bowed his head toward him: "Please..."

Ning Chen stared at Xu Si for a few seconds; he did not want to deny him this opportunity, but he was worried whether Zuo He would take the chance to resist.

After all, Xu Si was not yet enough to contend with Zuo He.

Hesitating for a second or two, Ning Chen finally gave in: "How do you want to take revenge?"

Xu Si said firmly, "I want to fight him one-on-one."

One-on-one?

Not only Ning Chen, but even Zuo He was stunned for a moment.

Ning Chen looked at Xu Si: "Do you want to reconsider?"

"No need," Xu Si said, "I have been a police officer for so many years; I am not entirely useless. If I cannot beat him in marksmanship, in close-quarters hand-to-hand combat, I might not necessarily lose."

Ning Chen sighed; Xu Si was still too young after all. People of that age are most proud and arrogant, let alone Xu Si who had just lost his closest friend?

Ning Chen finally stepped aside, leaving ample space for Xu Si and Zuo He.

Zuo He's eyes flashed with excitement: "I love these kinds of beatdown matches the most. Crushing a little police officer's glorious dream before dying is worth it."

Xu Si's gaze turned cold; he stepped back half a pace with his right foot and assumed a combat stance.

Zuo He snorted coldly and charged forward the next second.

Zuo He was from the Gulf Family; the Gulf Family cultivates absolute elites. Whether in speed or strength, their talent far exceeds that of ordinary people.

But Xu Si was also an exceptionally outstanding graduate of the police academy, and every opportunity to fight bandits during police calls was a chance for training.

So Ning Chen, watching from the side, felt that Xu Si was not entirely unable to win.

Zuo He's speed was extremely fast; when he raised his fist and swung it at Xu Si's face, he put absolute force into it. A gust of wind accompanied the punch as it smashed into Xu Si's face.

Xu Si did not fail to dodge, but Zuo He's speed was too fast; even if he wanted to dodge, he simply could not.

That punch, with full force, stunned Xu Si for an instant.

But Xu Si recovered quickly; he staggered twice and immediately counterattacked.

Xu Si's force was not small either; his punching speed was fast. However, Xu Si's attacking characteristic was targeting weak points. When Zuo He failed to dodge and took the blow head-on, he was knocked back several steps.

Ning Chen watched from the side while commenting.

In his eyes, the speed of both fighters was absolutely slowed down; once slowed, he naturally saw the shortcomings of both sides.

But overall, Zuo He still held the upper hand.

Neither of these two was weak in strength, but once they started fighting, both bore injuries, especially Xu Si, whose body was covered in many bruises and wounds.

If this bare-handed brawl were to end, it would probably take a very long time.

Watching and watching, Ning Chen grew impatient; he walked back to Xu Si's police car, took out a handgun from inside.

The handgun traced a parabola through the air; Xu Si happened to see that handgun and instinctively caught it with his hand.

"End this quickly!" Ning Chen said.

Xu Si hesitated for a second, so in fact there was no hesitation at all; he aimed the gun at Zuo He and immediately pulled the trigger.