I Was Stuck on the Same Day For a Thousand Years C.211: Isn’t that too exaggerated? What about filming?

1: Isn’t that too exaggerated? What about filming?

It’s really fast!

Mao Rusong was too close to Wu Chen. There was only a table separating him. Plus, he even stretched out his arm and held up the gun. Wu Chen could reach out and touch it. The gap between the reaction consciousness of the two was the difference between the world’s best and ordinary human!

Wu Chen grabbed the gun in an instant and pointed the gun at Mao Rusong.

Wu Chen held the gun in his right hand and put down his left hand. Mao Rusong and the other dozen or so people in the room only reacted when he took his mobile phone.

“Brother!”

“Fifth Master!”

“How dare you…”

The bodyguards and the people at the door all wanted to move, and the three people sitting on the sofa stood up all of a sudden. Someone even drew a knife.

However, Mao Rusong gestured violently to the surroundings, signaling and telling them not to move!

The environment in Shanghai was very different from that in Eastern Sea.

There were four big bosses on the Eastern Sea who “divide the world”, but there was no such situation in Shanghai. The situation was much more complicated than that in the Eastern Sea, and the security environment was much better than that in the Eastern Sea.

The management was stricter.

Things like guns were more sensitive in Shanghai.

Mao Rusong usually did not carry a gun with him, only occasionally when doing business, and always kept one in the office.

But the group under Mao Rusong didn’t have guns, none of them did.

Shanghai was a place where gun crimes must never happen, so they couldn’t have one!

In other words, the only gun in this room currently belonged to Wu Chen! And he pointed the gun at Mao Rusong!

Mao Rusong was very calm. Although he was a rough man, he had experienced all kinds of storms. He was shocked when Wu Chen snatched the gun instantly, but there was no sign of timidity on his face. If his men acted randomly or even just talked nonsense, he might kill them!

Sun Jiamei stood on the side without daring to move, her face froze pale.

Ring… Ring…

In the office that suddenly became quiet, only Wu Chen’s cell phone ringing could be heard.

In full view, Wu Chen acted as if nothing had happened. He held up the gun in one hand and picked up the phone with the other, putting it to his ear.

“Which woman are you with? It took you so long to pick up?” Wu Yurong asked in a gentle and sweet voice.

“Busy,” Wu Chen replied.

“You haven’t called me for a whole day, you are so heartless~” Wu Yurong said again, with a teasing tone and a hint of provocative feeling in her tone.

“So impatient? Did you miss me?” Wu Chen asked with a smile.

“I’m thinking about you. I dreamed about you last night. I can’t help thinking about you.” Wu Yurong didn’t mind telling her true thoughts at all. After all, the two of them had already gone through that step, and she just couldn’t help it. She was not shy like a little girl.

Although Wu Yurong was married and divorced, and her daughter was twenty years old, Wu Chen was her first man. He would also definitely be her last.

“Do you have time to have lunch together? Or… do you want to accompany Li Ruobing?” Wu Yurong asked again.

“I’m outside, and I’ll go back to Donghai in two days.” Wu Chen said.

“Went out?” Wu Yurong was taken aback.

“Yes.” Wu Chen replied.

Wu Yurong thought for a moment, but she didn’t ask where Wu Chen went or what he did specifically, because she could think that Wu Chen went out to do errands. It might be related to Ding Ruilong. It might be very complicated to talk about, and there was no need to ask on the phone.

“Well, it seems that I can only have lunch alone,” Wu Yurong said sweetly.

“Don’t say it is so desolately. Were you not alone before?” Wu Chen smiled.

“How can that be the same?” Wu Yurong asked a rhetorical question, and then with a very gentle sweet feeling chanted, “Bad man, it’s all your fault. Okay, I’ll drop it. You’re busy.”

“Good, I’ll call you tonight.”

“Uh, okay then.”

Everyone in the office watched Wu Chen make a phone call. Except for a thin, bearded man in his thirties who approached Wu Chen’s back almost silently and slowly, the others did not dare to move, for fear that the slightest noise would cause trouble.

All of them could tell that Wu Chen was talking to a woman on the phone.

It’s not that they could hear the voice on the phone, but because Wu Chen said “Miss me.”

One could tell from his tone that Wu Chen is talking to his woman.

They all didn’t understand why this young man named Wu Chen was still in the mood to chat with his woman so easily and with a smile.

With the gun pointed at him, Mao Rusong felt that time passed very slowly.

He was calm on the surface, but it did not mean that he was not under pressure.

In fact, Wu Chen didn’t chat with Wu Yurong for long, but Mao Rusong felt that the time was very long.

He finally hung up.

After Wu Chen hung up, he pressed the power button, not to shut down the phone, but to turn off the screen of the phone. The moment he put the phone away, he took a look at the phone screen. This was a very professional and natural action.

In fact, he used the phone screen as a mirror and paid attention to what was happening behind him.

Footsteps could not be truly silent.

When Wu Chen was just talking on the phone, he noticed that someone was approaching him very cautiously from behind!

He just looked at the position and posture of the person behind him.

The man with the mustache already walked four steps, and there were only four steps away from Wu Chen’s back. His right hand was holding a hunting knife that looked like a dog’s leg behind his back, and his whole body was in a posture that could spring into action at any time!

He was a master!

After Wu Chen put the phone in his pocket, he took a look at Mao Rusong, who was standing in the desk with a calm expression but his body was a little stiff and didn’t dare to move. The muzzle of the gun was pointed behind him, and he directly pulled the trigger!

Boom!

The gun went off!

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

The gun fired seven times in a row!

Wu Chen fired…

From his return to firing seven shots in a row, this was a coherent action.

But the man with the mustache was not shot! When Wu Chen fired the first shot, he was keeping his arms slightly spread out and holding the hunting knife behind his back. Just as he was about to lift his feet… the hunting knife in his hand was hit and he let go!

The hunting knife was released but it didn’t fall and flew out. Instead, it swirled in the air like a boomerang!

This effect was related to the position where the hunting knife was hit.

Although the spinning in the air could only last for a very short time, this very short time was enough for Wu Chen to fire a second shot… Wu Chen’s next five shots all hit the hunting knife. The hunting knife actually flew into the air and bounced. It spun faster!

With the last shot, the hunting knife was sent flying!

But with a sound of “Duo”, it was nailed to the wall on the other side of the room!

Everything sounds complicated, but it actually happened in just a few seconds. After the knife was released, Mustache squatted down in fear. He froze before he had time to react.

But everyone, including him, saw it, and they were all shocked! They were numb all over!

Well?

What is this for?

Is this a movie?! Is it not too exaggerated?!

Being able to shoot the same object consecutively so that it stayed in the air without landing was a commonly used way of showing the power of sharpshooters in movies! Does this kind of marksmanship really exist in reality?!

What shocked them even more and made them completely puzzled was that Wu Chen didn’t look back at all.

He didn’t look behind him, but he managed to achieve this effect miraculously!

This was impossible, like a dream.

Just after the continuous gunfire ended and Wu Chen took the gun back to himself, everyone in the room except him had demented expressions on their faces and they had difficulty recovering.

It was somewhat surreal.

But it was Wu Chen’s real marksmanship!

In terms of marksmanship, just in terms of using a pistol, Wu Chen dared to think that he was the best in the world!

Whether it was a competition champion or a special forces policeman, Wu Chen didn’t think anyone could be better than his pistol marksmanship! This was related to Wu Chen’s training during his millennium reincarnation, and also to his increasingly better memory, concentration, and learning ability.

Wu Chen aimed his gun at Mao Rusong again.

Mao Rusong was startled, his face no longer calm. He immediately spoke but stuttered, “Friend, friend, I don’t know who sent you to kill me. I will give you 20 million, no! Five, fifty million! I’ll give you 50 million, let me go!”

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