Chapter 821: Chapter 594: Don’t Point a Gun at Me (Second Update)
A surge of blood rushed to Mu Fan’s heart; he disliked having a gun pointed at his head the most. Narrowing his eyes at his opponent, he coldly spat out four words: “No comment.”
He then looked at Falcon, ready to await this man’s opinion, but he didn’t expect the performance of this powerful S-Team captain to nearly cause him internal injury from holding back laughter.
Falcon noticed Mu Fan’s questioning gaze. Upon seeing the surrounding circle of rifles and heavy artillery, he instinctively removed his cigar and, with trembling fingers, pointed at Lindek, stammering as he spoke:
“You, you…”
“How can you do this? We are people from the superior Military Department, having just come down. Why do you keep troubling us!”
Seeing the officer leading the other side was so exasperated, Lindek felt a kind of unspeakable delight.
However, when his eyes swept to the people next to him, he was somewhat puzzled because their faces looked a bit strange…
With closed eyes, the Wizard opened them, looking towards Falcon; the refined Light Wave, the taciturn Yi—these people all cast their gazes towards Falcon. Finally, the one with the least presence, Yi, cleared his throat, with a look of helplessness on his face.
“Boss, you’re overacting.”
“Exactly, too fake.”
“You didn’t even throw away the cigar.”
There was a chorus of agreement around, and then when Light Wave pointed a finger at the cigar in Falcon’s left hand, this Major General finally wore a discontented expression, looking at these unreliable subordinates.
“Pah, let me throw away the cigar? Is he worth this cigar? Will it kill you to praise me once?”
Then the cigar was clamped back in his mouth, and he couldn’t be bothered to pretend in front of this Lieutenant Colonel any longer.
The red tip of the cigarette flickered, and Falcon, under a circle of gun barrels aimed at him, patted Mu Fan’s shoulder, signaling him to return to the team, then took a few steps toward Lindek. He blew a heavy puff of smoke directly into the Lieutenant Colonel’s face.
It made the opponent cough repeatedly, with a series of clicks as the soldiers behind Lindek opened their safeties one after another.
In other words, if they pulled their triggers now, this middle-aged man dressed like a mercenary would be turned into a honeycomb.
Falcon stood half a head taller than Lindek; at this moment, he looked down on him, chuckling.
“Did you understand me before? You, do, not, qualify. Do I need to say it again?” He said as he dug his ear.
The succession of questions made Lindek’s face turn liver-colored, then he swatted away the cigar clamped by Falcon’s left hand.
“You don’t even dare to reveal your rank, do you really think this is the Military Department? I’m not seeking your opinion; I’m merely stating a fact. If you keep dawdling and hindering our 149th division’s investigation into the truth, I can’t guarantee what they will do.”
Lindek spoke with malice, not caring whether the opposite side understood the current situation; he was fast losing patience.
Falcon lowered his left hand holding the cigar, his scruffy, stubbled face looking at Lindek. He spoke softly and calmly: “Do you think I’m seeking your opinion? Do you think I’m easy to bully because I’ve had a good temper for a long time?”
Casually flicking away the cigar in his left hand, he rubbed his wrist and stretched his neck.
This slight action caused a simultaneous twitch of the eyelids among those behind him; Swamp, standing next to Mu Fan, whispered: “The boss is getting serious.”
“In respect for us being soldiers, I’ll reiterate once more: your current actions are overwrought. Put away your guns in three seconds, and I won’t pursue the matter.”
After hearing Falcon’s routine warning, Lindek responded with a snort, his face showing a skin-deep smile. He motioned with a wave of his hand, and the soldiers behind him started spreading out to encircle them.
“Three, two, one.”
Falcon maintained his casual demeanor while counting, so sincerely that Black shouted to Mu Fan it was less than 1.5 seconds.
“The three seconds up, and then?” Lindek’s lips curled, eyes fierce. Now that Quinton was dead, he was the collector for the Iris Family on E75 Planet.
What’s an upper-level Military Department got to be cocky about with him?
“Then… you really don’t know what’s good for you.”
As he softly uttered these words, Falcon, the charismatic middle-aged man, displayed a charming smile.
With a light step forward, the surrounding soldiers felt their vision blur.
The once casual middle-aged man’s silhouette suddenly became indistinct.
Mu Fan’s pupils sharply contracted.
Even he couldn’t clearly see Falcon’s movements!
Under his horrific vision, Falcon’s actions left even a residual shadow.
He could only vaguely see Falcon stepping forward and then, by rotating swiftly around his left leg as a pivot, launching a 360-degree spin, with his right leg striking like a spring-loaded knife.
Only a mere shadow was visible.
Boom!
The soldiers then observed their deputy commander, a moment ago radiating malice, now with his eyes bulging, body arching like a boiled shrimp.
Then his entire body was kicked and soared over five meters away.
His back crashed heavily against a flat rock wall, causing a mouthful of congested blood to gush out, his eyes turning scarlet with rage.
“How does it feel, getting that pent-up blood out and feeling more comfortable?”
Falcon quipped, catching a glimpse of the soldiers seriously considering turning their guns on him, and shook his head.
A sigh floated in the air: “I really hate being aimed at with guns.”
Falcon’s face burst into a strange, uncanny grin, hands moving to his chest, where his black leather coat lifted in an arc as his body curled and spun rapidly into a blur.
At this moment, his hands finally withdrew from his chest, crossing over his head before stretching out wide, turning into a phantom as he spun.
Within this mirage, countless static images of Falcon appeared.
Bam, bam, bam, bam!
Countless sparks erupted from within this mirage, mirrored by flashes from the sides of the soldiers’ firearms.
Mu Fan watched intently from the side, eyes filled with shock!
At some point, two hefty single-barrel shotguns, half a meter long, had appeared in Falcon’s hands.
One in each hand.
Now, with nearly a hundred people around, in each person’s eyes, Falcon’s moment of stillness appeared entirely different.
This was…
A 360-degree seamless shooting!
Mu Fan’s mouth steadily gaped wider; it was the first time he saw firearms used in such a manner.
Ding, ding, ding, endless smoke-wreathed shells clattered to the ground.
Aside from the still-silent Flying Dragon members, all the soldiers pointing guns at them had their rifles blasted away by the ubiquitous buckshot.
Amazingly and terrifyingly, they themselves were unscathed.
The rotating silhouette vanished, and the soaring coat settled down.
Both hands stood parallel to his shoulders in front, with the two massive scattershot hand cannons emitting curling wisps of smoke…
At that moment, Mu Fan noticed from the corner of his eye a soldier hidden among them suddenly drawing a rifle again from his back.
He twitched his right foot, wanting to rush over to kick the person away.
But as Falcon stood back facing them, his shotgun-clasping hands suddenly released the firearms, allowing the two guns that had just wrought formidable destruction to fall freely, while his crossed hands probed into his sides.
Bam!
Two blackened muzzles, protruding from beneath his ribcage, aimed backward.
The rifle of the soldier, who hadn’t had time to aim properly, exploded in a burst of brilliant light, sending him flying three meters away, gun included.
“Whew~”
With an enchanting smile, Falcon retracted two hand cannons and surveyed the scene with his head tilted, clicking his tongue in praise: “I’ve told you before, don’t point guns at me.”
“Huh… huh, I still have… mecha.”
A weak voice surfaced from the front; Lindek, eyes gleaming with vicious light, struggled to open his slitted eyes.