Michael stared in horror at his arm on the ground, speechless. Without arms, could he be a gun god?

He has become disabled.

Louis stooped and picked up the golden gun on the ground, a little regretful not wanting to let go. If these two guns were brought to the black market to sell, they would not know how many thousands of thousands of dollars.

It should be known that the gun god Michael is not only a master gun player but also a master gunsmith. He designed a gun for a secret military factory, and that company agreed to make the set for him.

Besides, this is Michael's last work, isn't it?

The vast majority of artists die, and their work becomes valuable.

Louis put that golden gun to Michael's head, smiled, and said: "Gun God, nice to meet you."

Michael froze, not understanding what was happening.

He did not expect that he would lose at the hands of such a young man. Is this what Asians call capsizing a boat in a ditch?

It's that he despises his opponents.

Not. I tried reall