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Chapter 1751 Type 92 Pistol

At this time, the people in the entire bar were laughing, and some people were laughing so hard that their stomachs were hurt.

As you can imagine, Lu Xuan's speech is so humorous and funny.

"Ruozhu, your boyfriend isn't talking crosstalk, right?"

"Yes, Ruozhu, your boyfriend's eloquence is amazing!"

“—”

The colleagues standing beside An Ruozhu were also smiling and asked with a smile beside An Ruozhu.

An Ruozhu also smiled so happily. This bad guy is so funny.

However, when he heard the colleagues' questions, An Ruozhu shook his head and said, "He is not talking about crosstalk."

"Is he a magician?"

"It may also be a billiard player!"

“—”

He listened to his beautiful flight attendant colleagues beside him and said, "He works in Tengyuan Group!"

"So he is a clerk. Judging from your boyfriend, he is so outstanding, he should be a small cadre, right?" A beautiful flight attendant asked curiously again.

If Lu Xuan was the chairman of Tengyuan Group, no one believed him.

Thinking of this, An Ruozhu was too lazy to explain, nodded and did not make any more noise.

At this time, Wang Zichen heard the joyful laughter around him, and was almost vomiting blood. This damn Lu Xuan actually made him look so ugly. I and you all end up!

A cold light flashed in Wang Zichen's eyes. Suddenly, his right hand leaned against his waist and took out a dark pistol.

"Ah!" The appearance of the pistol attracted the screams of countless women.

A gun suddenly popped up, how could it not be scary?

Now, everyone realized that what Wang Zichen pointed to was actually a pistol. He suddenly pulled out the gun, frightening many timid flight attendants.

However, Lu Xuan was holding a cigarette in his mouth, with a slutty look on his face. Such a calm look attracted countless gazes.

It has to be said that although Wang Zichen took out a pistol, he also "draws out".

All the feelings were felt as if Lu Xuan knew that Wang Zichen would take out something, and he was a little magical.

Wang Zichen heard a lot of screams, and many people were trembling with scared, and said with a smug look: "Men like this thing, you should be interested, right?"

Lu Xuan glanced at the dark pistol and curled his lips and said, "The Type 92 5.8mm pistol is a self-defense or military combat pistol provided by military commanders and special forces and other combat personnel. It is mainly used to kill living targets within 50m distance. After the pistol bullet normally penetrates the 232 helmet steel plate within 50m, it can also penetrate 50mm thick pine wood boards. The killing effect is better than the 9mm Para bullet. The cavity effect formed by the warhead invading the human body is 2.5 times that of the Para bullet!"

When Lu Xuan finished saying this in one breath, the whole bar was quiet and terrifying. Everyone stared at him blankly. Even though most people here did not understand Lu Xuan's explanation.

But what Lu Xuan said was so professional that everyone's shoulders trembled several times.

Since he is so professional, Lu Xuan must be an expert in military affairs. Many people are speculating that Lu Xuan may be a billiard player, a magician, or a crosstalk player.

Now it seems that he may still be a soldier!

My God, why does he seem to be doing everything-

Everyone thought to themselves that they felt a mysterious feeling in Lu Xuan and were extremely admiring.

Many stewardess who were intrigued by spring all showed a silly smile when they looked at Lu Xuan. The more they looked at Lu Xuan, the more handsome Lu Xuan felt, the more handsome he felt.

Fu Xinbo was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Who is this kid?

Wang Zichen couldn't believe his ears. How could this kid named Lu Xuan know so well that he was so professional?

He didn't even know the power of the gun in his hand very well. He actually understood it so thoroughly. This kid is really not simple. Wang Zichen thought to himself, and felt a cold sweat appearing on his back.

Fu Xinbo first reacted and gave Wang Zichen a wink, meaning that he was saying, don’t be cowardly, this kid must just read magazines about national defense knowledge.

Wang Zichen looked at Fu Xinbo's gaze and felt more at ease. He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and smiled faintly: "Brother Lu, it seems that you know a lot about this gun."

"Why do you want to play with it?" Wang Zichen said, picking up the pistol, as if he was going to hand it over to Lu Xuan, but he pointed the gun at Lu Xuan and handed it over.

“—”

Everyone was shocked to see that they actually pointed their guns at people. What if they got angry, it would be dead!

Undoubtedly, Wang Zichen seemed friendly, but he was humiliating Lu Xuan.

Do you dare to answer? I will kill you with one shot!rnwd

Wang Zichen sneered in his heart. He had never fired this Type 92 military pistol. If Lu Xuan went to get the pistol, he could find a reason to get the fire and kill Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan's various humiliations made Wang Zichen very angry.

I really want to kill Lu Xuan soon--

At this moment, the huge bar was a little terrifyingly quiet, as if a needle fell to the ground and could be heard.

This Wang Zichen seems to be a soldier, and the rank of a soldier who can carry a gun must be quite good.

Everyone was a little worried for Lu Xuan. An Ruozhu clenched her pink fists tightly, worried that Lu Xuan was extremely worried. Although this bastard was very bad, he would not die of sin.

When everyone thought Lu Xuan would be frightened and retreated, suddenly, Lu Xuan moved and took action like lightning, the moment when everyone saw only one hand shadow.

Lu Xuan actually snatched the pistol in Wang Zichen's hand directly.

Wang Zichen had no time to react at all, and he exclaimed: "What do you want to do!"

From his reaction, he didn't want to lend the gun to Lu Xuan at all. After all, it was a gun, who would take it for someone else to take it.

At this moment, Lu Xuan played with the gun in his hand and exclaimed: "The Type 92 military gun is indeed good."

Wang Zichen said with some fear, "Give me the gun back."

Fu Xinbo couldn't help but take two steps back. Such a quick skill just now meant that Lu Xuan was not simple, and he was holding a gun in his hand, so who would dare to challenge him again?

If Lu Xuan is crazy and wants to kill someone, who can stop him?

So Wang Zichen and Fu Xinbo were both scared and turned a little pale, as if they were a little fun.

Originally, Wang Zichen wanted to scare Lu Xuan, but now he was the other way around, and was scared by him, and almost scared to death.
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