The Greatest Man Alive By Maveric Bowman Chapter 347
The Greatest Man Alive
Chapter 347 The Gun Was Fine Beasley knew Ansonâs people well. Because they were enemies, and he spent much time investigating
him.
Julian was an expert with guns. He had achieved a record of ten rings in the shooting range!
He was even a soldier king in the special forces. But he was impulsive and killed eight captives. He wa s sent to the military court and imprisoned for several years.
Anson sneered, âOf course guns are weapons. They are hot weapons. Is there a problem?â
Beasley was so angry that he shouted, âShame on you!â
Nathan smiled and said, âUsing a gun? Interesting! I think itâs Okay. Let him try it.â
As soon as these words came out, everyone on the scene was shocked!
Beasleyâs people thought Nathan was crazy. He thought he was capable of everything?
No one was faster than a gun!
No matter how powerful you were, you couldnât compete with a gun.
âMr. Evans, itâs no joking! You may die!â Beasley said in a hurry.
If Nathan said they couldnât use a gun, Anson would have to give up. There was a high possibility he co uld save his company.
However, Nathan said it was OK to use a gun. Beasley was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his head.
Nathan said, âA gun is not invincible. Within seven steps, a punch is faster than a gun.â
Beasley was speechless.
Everyone looked at Nathan and couldnât help being stunned.
It didnât seem like he was joking. Did he really want to have a competition with a gun?
Julian stood in the crowd with his arms folded. He stared at Nathan, and a cold light flickered in his eye s.
He was interested in Nathan, too. He wanted to see how powerful he was. Was he really faster than a
gun?
Anson laughed loudly and said, âSince Mr. Evans is interested, letâs have a try!â
Redd was excited. No matter how good Nathan was, he wouldnât be more powerful than a gun. He coul dnât help but see Nathan was shot!
âCome on. Donât waste my time.â Nathan said calmly.
âBoom!â
A gunshot suddenly sounded in the crowd, scaring the people.
Before the gun fired, Nathan suddenly tilted his head. A bullet missed his hair and flew away.
On the wine cabinet at the back, a bottle of wine burst instantly, splashing the wine everywhere.
Everyone couldnât help being startled. They looked around, and then they saw Julian standing in the crowd.
He raised his right hand, aiming the gun at Nathan.
âWhat are you doing?â Beasley shouted angrily.
âMr. Evans said we could attack at will, so sneak attacks are OK.â He responded blankly.
Beasley blushed from anger. Ansonâs people were just like him, cunning and shameless!
Nathan said indifferently, âI did say sneak attacks are acceptable.â
Beasley didnât expect even Nathan to say that. His eyes widened, but he couldnât say anything.
Anson laughed loudly and said, âThatâs right! Julian, try your best.â
However, his heart sank at this moment.
After all, Nathan easily dodged the shot.
Even an experienced soldier couldnât dodge such a sudden shot.
But Nathan did.
Julian walked out of the crowd with a gun in his hand, âI didnât expect that you dodged just now. I thought that shot could kill you!â
Nathan picked up a flyer from Night club from the coffee table and threw it on the ground.
Then he stepped on it with both feet.
âWhat does this mean?!â Julian frowned and asked.
âIâm standing on this piece of paper and dodging your bullets! If my feet leave the paper, you win.â Nath an said.
Julian was dazed. His stern demeanor could hardly be maintained. He asked in shock, âWhat are you talking about? Are you going to stand on this piece of pa per to hide from my bullets?!â
Everyone also gasped and looked at Nathan as if they were looking at a madman.
The paper was 30 centimeters long and 20 centimeters wide. There was almost no room for an adult ma Nathan actually said that he would stand on it to hide from Julianâs bullets. He was insane!
It was too harsh!
It was reasonable if he ran around the room to dodge the bullets. But he would stand still to avoid it!
âThatâs right,â Nathan said.
He was extremely confident in his power. He also wanted to use this method to continuously stimulate h progress.
After chatting with Gussie about his background, the fire of revenge in his heart became more intense. He wanted to be more powerful.
Anson laughed and said, âOkay! We must meet Mr. Evansâ needs.â
âI agree. I know Mr. Evans is powerful. Julian, try your best.â
âHahaha.â
Anson couldnât wait but see Nathan die.
Beasley almost jumped up. They almost won! Now they were going to lose!
âShit!â He cursed silently.
Julian took a deep breath and walked seven steps. He stopped, âAs you said, a punch is faster than a g âI will shoot you from seven steps away.
âSo, my gun will be faster.â
After saying this, he smiled slightly. His eyes fixed on Nathan as if he was considering where to shoot.