However, seemingly worried that bullets might pass through Sun Hang and injure comrades on the other side of the encirclement, the gang members carrying guns did not aim their weapons at him—their task seemed to be more about holding the line than attacking.
The first two men to rush out had already closed in on Sun Hang, their machetes slashing directly at his neck and waist—they were clearly aiming to kill him, with no intention of taking him alive.
Since that was the case, Sun Hang had no intention of holding back either. He drew the pistol from the holster beneath his ribs and gave each of them a shot.
"Within seven steps, a gun is accurate and fast."
Both shots hit their targets squarely between the brows. They dropped cleanly, dead on the spot—fortunately, Sun Hang was still using the pistol he had traded for from that fan in the Field Operations Department. If he had been using his old large-caliber hunting pistol, everything above their necks would have become a massive smear of red and white filth across the faces of everyone nearby.
Still, things were not much better now. Less than half of each man's head remained, and a fragment of shattered skull had even lodged itself in the eye of another unlucky man nearby.
"Gun!!"
"He has a gun!!"
The gang members surrounding Sun Hang immediately erupted into chaos. The lackeys carrying steel pipes and machetes quickly scattered, while every gang member with a gun raised their weapons at Sun Hang.
Unfortunately, they were a beat slower than Sun Hang when it came to pulling the trigger.
The standard-issue pistol for field agents of the Tianfu City Anomaly Research Institute was the Equipment Department-modified Type 87 Pistol. Developed and mass-produced in the year 4687 of the