I went berserk in the movie world

Chapter 42 One-on-One Showdown

The fat corpse's gun was a Mauser C96, a classic Mauser pistol.

This thing most likely came from the mainland; it was a legendary artifact from the War of Resistance against Japan.

With many parts, great power, and strong recoil, it is also a standard feature of the main characters in war films.

Although the accuracy was a little off, it was basically negligible at a distance of seven paces from someone whose firearms expertise was less than thirty.

If it's within seven steps, then accuracy isn't really necessary.

If you have a steady hand, you can turn Zhang Tianzhi into a sieve if he comes over.

As Song Sheng picked up the Mauser pistol, he heard a subtle rustling sound from the side.

The Crown Prince, who had previously been used by Song Sheng as a weapon to break down the gate, finally got up from the ground.

He was hit hard before; Song Sheng didn't hold back when he kicked him, and the door and frame were smashed into him together, breaking at least two or three of his ribs.

But this kid was tough; blood seeped from his lips and teeth, yet he still gritted his teeth and stood up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Song Sheng.

After catching his breath, he wanted to find an opportunity to launch a sneak attack, but with just that slight rustling sound, the other party picked up the Mauser pistol and, without even turning his head, pointed the gun at him first.

His movements were as casual as shooing away a fly, yet he was tense all over, not daring to make a single rash move.

The prince could only suppress his rage, his molars almost grinding to powder, veins bulging on his neck. Unable to hold back any longer, he roared at Song Sheng, "You bastard, you also run a martial arts school, the newspapers make you sound so great, if you have the guts, come and fight me one-on-one!!!"

Song Sheng turned his head, raised his eyebrows, and said, "You want to fight me one-on-one?"

The prince raised his chin, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes filled with defiance: "What? You dare to do this? Want me to give you a handicap?"

"A childish attempt at reverse psychology." Song Sheng laughed, his tone carrying a hint of praise. "But since you succeeded, I'll play along with you."

Upon hearing this, the Crown Prince's eyes gleamed with even more excitement; these were exactly the words he had been waiting for.

I know my own abilities best.

After ten years of relentless hard work, it's time to put my skills to use again!

The prince strode forward, assuming a perfectly executed boxing stance. The muscles in his back and waist, along with his dragon tattoo, taut like steel under the dim light, striking with a resounding thud.

"Qingyun, Baji, Chen Guangyao!"

Song Sheng wore a serious expression, then tilted the gun and replied, "German-made, Mauser, C96!"

"???" The excitement that had just appeared on the Crown Prince's face instantly crumbled, his mind buzzing.

What the hell are you talking about?!

C what, 9 what, 6 what?

Song Sheng didn't bother with any more words and fired three shots in quick succession!

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The two were only six or seven meters apart, and with each shot fired, they jumped up a little.

The recoil of this Mauser pistol is indeed a bit exaggerated!

At such close range, Song Sheng's first shot still missed.

But with the experience of feedback on the force of the next two shots, one hit the prince's chest and the other hit his shoulder.

The prince slammed backward against the tin wall, his face filled with disbelief.

Song Sheng muttered somewhat discontentedly, "Damn, where did that first shot go?"

As he spoke, he strolled closer to the Crown Prince.

The prince's breathing became increasingly rapid, and a very faint whistling sound came from his throat.

The suffocating pain and panic that came with the excruciating pain began to overwhelm him all at once, and the previous surge was gone. His survival instinct made him want to escape, but he had only crawled two steps forward when a hard object pressed against the back of his head.

The prince stood frozen in place, blood seeping from his teeth, pleading hoarsely and with difficulty: "No, boss, don't shoot, don't fire, I'll go with you—"

His only response was a few cold words:

"Maybe in the next life."

Bang!

Gunshots echoed in the tin shack.

The prince collapsed softly to the ground, sprawling on the floor.

A flower bloomed on his forehead, and blood splattered onto the floor from the top of his head.

The fat corpse in the corner was almost paralyzed with fear. Even though he was a gang leader and had been ruthless enough to bury people alive when he was young, he had grown old and used to enjoying life. He was now all bark and no bite, especially since it was his turn to do it.

The other party clearly had no intention of leaving him a way out. The fat corpse endured the cramping pain in his abdomen and, taking advantage of Song Sheng's attack on the Crown Prince, turned around and staggered away.

Upon hearing the sound, Song Sheng raised his hand and fired a shot.

click!

Out of bullets...

Song Sheng was stunned for a moment. There were only four bullets in this gun?

The other six shots were most likely used by the fat corpse!

Damn it, this bastard dared to use his own gun, he really deserves to die!

Song Sheng rushed forward and kicked the staggering fat corpse against the corner of the broken door frame.

"Wait, wait!" The fat corpse's voice was distorted from the pain. He looked up in terror: "Brother Sheng, no, don't kill me! I have money, I have lots of money! If you let me go, I'll give you it all!"

Besides, I know some cops. If you really kill me, you won't be able to escape either—”

Song Sheng ignored him, pulled the butterfly knife out of his forearm, approached without changing his expression, and quickly stabbed him several times in the neck!

Blood began to gush from the narrow gash in his neck.

The fat corpse convulsed, and the last thing it saw was Song Sheng calmly wiping the blood from the blade onto its clothes, his movements focused and composed...

Song Sheng got up, picked up the work hat in front of the door and put it back on, went back to the inner room, ransacked the contents of the open safe, and left satisfied.

The residents who rented rooms around the area had already closed their doors as soon as they heard the gunshots.

Song Sheng walked out, and all the doors and windows around him were silent, and the lights inside were completely extinguished.

As night fell, Song Sheng's mood improved, and his figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Back in a newly rented tenement building, I changed out of my work hat and clothes and took a shower.

Not long after, Wu Jiuge returned: "Wow, you're back so fast?"

"You're just too slow."

"Wait a minute, I heard that the guy called Fatty Corpse has a henchman who's pretty good at fighting, like me, he's also a member of the Bajiquan school of martial arts."

"Yeah, he's pretty good at fighting."

"How come you were able to come back so quickly? How many rounds did he last against you?"

"Four, I guess."

"Only four rounds? Tsk, the wind was blowing so loudly outside, and it turns out to be such trash?"

"It's a bit of a pity that my marksmanship is too mediocre; otherwise, I could have taken him down in three rounds at most."

"Gun, marksmanship?"

"Yes, I've never used a Mauser C96 before. My first shot went astray. I still need to practice."

"..." Wu Jiuge opened her mouth and then closed it again.

So you were shooting him with a gun?!

After a few seconds of silence, he finally couldn't help but cautiously ask, "Excuse me, but what did your opponent use to fight you?"

"The back of my head hit me right in the muzzle of the gun."

"..."

Oh no, this boss is too filthy. I'd better be more careful with my words in the future.