Leisurely Beast World: Plant Some Fields, Have Some Cubs

The muddy eyes burst into light, and the middle-aged man stretched out his hand to hug Vincent's leg, and Vincent avoided it.

"I am willing, I am willing, save me first, I will do whatever you want!" The middle-aged man asked hysterically.

Vincent gave up in disgust. If it were not the first business, he might not be able to save, but it was also a waste of society.

This middle-aged man borrowed loan sharks because of gambling. It was very pitiful to be forced into debt, but it was also his self-reliance. He was addicted to gambling and never got up.

But this person has a little benefit, and is here right now, just enough to pay their commissions and original debt.

Under the hopeful gaze of the middle-aged man, Vinson stepped back a few steps and stared directly at the tattooed man: "Now, I am ready to go wild."

"Ha ha ha ha good!" The tattooed man laughed a few times when he heard the big joke, and suddenly pulled the trigger of the pistol cleanly, "Go die!"

In the "bang" shot, the people on Leopard's side were laughing, and all the people brought by Vincent changed their faces.

In a moment in the human senses, in addition to the crackling sound, Vinson also heard the subtle sound in the object used to refer to himself, followed by the sound of the wind breaking from the friction between metal and air.

Danger!

Vinson's face also changed slightly, and he quickly moved his body and jumped flexibly like a tiger to a two-meter-high cargo box.

At such a short distance, the accuracy of a tattooed man can definitely be killed.

Vinson avoided a fatal blow at the heart, but still couldn't get past the bullet. Something hit his arm, and there was a burning sensation.

Human weapons are really powerful, he still rivals.

When Vincent was annoyed, the whole house of humans was shocked, including the few brought by Vincent, all of which forgot to respond at this instant.

Vinson looked at a small hole in his arm, his face angered, squeezed his fist, the muscles of his arm swelled bigger and harder in an instant, and the blood was forced out of the wound.

"Ah!" Vinson's beast roared in his mouth.

The roar reverberated in the closed factory building, making the eardrums buzz, and the air seemed to tremble slightly.

Only the sound of "ding" was heard, and a shiny metallic particle flew out of Vinson's arm, and the bullet was squeezed out by the powerful muscles.

Vinson stopped his roar, and the plant was silent. Only the bullets that bounced on the ground jingled, and the sound appeared extremely sharp, stimulating people's nerves.

"Impossible, how could a person be faster than a gun?" The tattooed man was loyal to his inner fear, his hands and feet were soft, the gun was somewhat unstable, and he fired several more shots.

Vincent jumped a few bullets to avoid the bullet, and came to the back of the tattooed man in a flash. He grabbed his hand holding the gun with one hand, grabbed his neck firmly with one hand, and smashed it against the wall.

Fatty Gao Xiu et al. Opened their eyes wide and said: Here they are.

The bald head was killed in this way.

However, when the tattooed man's head was still a centimeter away from the wall, Vinson suddenly paused and pressed his head against the wall instead.

"I am here to do business today, not to kill people."

Vinson's breath was sprayed on the tattooed man's mouth and nose. The tattooed man swore that he smelled a bloody smell. His body shivered and a pee oozed from his legs. The color of his crotch was also dark.

Vincent immediately stepped back a few steps, and of course, he touched his hand with a handgun that might threaten him.