50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 645 Saved a Big Shot

But things had already come to this point, and those people weren't going to stop just because they saw him. Bullets don't have eyes, and besides, the last serving of shumai was still in the old man's hands. He had no choice but to fight back.

If we're talking about who can draw a gun the fastest in the world, it's definitely not that champion cowboy, because no one can draw a gun faster than that.

Seeing that the men were about to make their move, Sun Zhiwei naturally wanted to strike first. He was only human and didn't want to experience the taste of bullets.

Just as the man in black reached for his gun, Sun Zhiwei bent his arms and caught the two M1911s that slid out of his sleeves.

Before the approaching man in black could even pull out the gun from his clothes, Sun Zhiwei had already drawn his gun with both hands and pulled the trigger.

"Bang, bang bang." "Bang, bang bang." "Bang, bang bang." The crisp sound of gunshots suddenly rang out on the street.

Sun Zhiwei fired rapidly according to the distance. In the first round, he aimed at one person with each hand and fired three shots at each person.

This is the classic Mozambican three-shot method: two shots to the torso and one shot to the head.

The chest area is large and easy to hit; the first two shots can quickly suppress the opponent; a headshot ensures the complete elimination of the threat.

The two people nearby had just been hit when he shifted his two gun barrels to the people behind him and fired several more shots.

In just 3 seconds, Sun Zhiwei had already fired 9 bullets from each of his two M1911s.

In such a short time, the two closest to me were killed before they even managed to pull out half of their guns.

The four men behind him reacted when the gunshots rang out, but before they could make a move, Sun Zhiwei quickly took them all out with his follow-up fire.

Q: What is people's first reaction when they hear gunshots on the streets of America?
The answer is: immediately bend down and run away or take cover, not do anything like checking the situation.

This has become a survival instinct for the people of America.

So, within three seconds of the gunshots ringing out, the streets were in complete chaos, with people frantically trying to escape everywhere. Nobody cared who fired the shot.

Sun Zhiwei wasn't stupid. After firing, he tucked his hands into his sleeves, and the two M1911s were stored away in his pocket.

He realized that because his shooting action was sudden and brief, he had not been noticed by passersby.

He then grabbed the old man who was in a strange pose and half-dragged, half-carried him toward the Fulimen restaurant, hoping to avoid the impact of the chaotic crowd.

As the two gradually approached Fulimen and met up with Zhu Hongfei, who was still in shock, the three of them hid under the gate tower of Fulimen.

Only then did Sun Zhiwei have time to continue the topic from earlier:
"Sir, could you please let me have this last serving of shumai? I'll pay double the price."

Only then did the old man in the long gown gradually relax his tense body and stretch out his hands and feet.

He glanced at Sun Zhiwei silently for a moment before saying, "Young man, you're a very accurate shooter. What's your name?"

"Hello, sir, I am James Robert."

“I asked about the Chinese name,” the old man said, frowning.

"Grandpa, you can call me Awei."

His "real" Chinese name is known to very few people in the world, so how could he possibly tell a stranger?

"Alright, Ah Wei, you just saved my life, is this all you want?" Sun Zhiwei knew he had saved the old man's life, but so what? Could he expect the old man to give him a hundred taels of gold or something?

It's nothing more than a few words of thanks and a few meals. At most, I'd give him a job, but that's not as good as the shumai he has. He can take it home and make his wife happy.

He knew this old man was no ordinary person; he had noticed the old man striking a strange pose when the man in black approached.

He remembered that it was the starting gesture of the "flash" technique in traditional martial arts.

This stance allows for quick evasion of attacks. With skillful footwork and favorable terrain, it can also be very effective at dodging bullets.

When he was learning combat skills in the army, a martial arts master once demonstrated it to him.

However, traditional martial arts require a long time to learn, so he did not learn them at the time. Instead, he chose grappling and fighting, which allowed him to quickly get started and take advantage of his natural strength.

It's not that traditional martial arts can't be used in combat. Chinese people are like this: they always leave room for maneuver in everything, and traditional martial arts are no exception. There are differences in training methods, fighting methods, and killing moves.

Training methods, combat techniques, and lethal moves are the most powerful means of attack in traditional martial arts.
However, as society becomes more and more legalized, those killer moves have become useless.

If you lose, you end up in the hospital; if you win, you end up in court. No matter how you look at it, you're at a disadvantage. So, apart from frontline troops, nobody else uses these tactics anymore.

This old man probably has the ways of the older generation. When he encounters someone who helps him, he thinks about giving that person a chance, hoping that he can recruit them in the future.

If he were an ordinary person from the lower class, he might have been able to use this life-saving act to get a chance to climb the social ladder, but he didn't need to.

“Grandpa, I came here specifically for this shumai. Could you part with it?” Sun Zhiwei asked with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the old man re-examined Sun Zhiwei, then glanced at Zhu Hongfei, who remained vigilant beside him. He realized that although Sun Zhiwei's clothes were not luxurious, his car was clearly a good one, and he had bodyguards with him, indicating that his family was probably well-off. Naturally, he lost his desire to risk his life.

"Ah Wei, thank you for saving me today. This shumai is for you."

"Everyone in Chinatown calls me 'Seventh Master.' If you ever have any trouble, you can come here to find me. I don't think anyone in Chinatown would refuse to give me face."

Having secured the last serving of shumai, Sun Zhiwei was overjoyed, a smile spreading across his face.

He politely thanked him, saying, "Thank you, Seventh Master. If I ever encounter any difficulties in the future, I will definitely come to you for help."

For elderly people, just say some nice things to coax them and make them happy.

If anything were to cause Sun Zhiwei any trouble, he would still have the support of his motherland and wouldn't need the help of a Chinatown gangster.

Just as the two were talking, a large number of people came running from all directions.

The old man who was just chatting and laughing with Sun Zhiwei immediately put on airs when he saw them.

After the group of people arrived nearby, they all stood a few meters away and bowed to the old man.

Sun Zhiwei didn't want to take advantage of this, so he nodded to Seventh Master and retreated with Zhu Hongfei into the Fulin Store.

My wife wanted siu mai and shrimp dumplings. I've got the siu mai, but I haven't bought any shrimp dumplings yet. I can't think about anyone else right now.

(End of this chapter)