With a "bang", the gunshot sounded again. Yang Zifeng did not expect that this guy would shoot and fire, so he had no time to make any preparations. Yang Zifeng was considering whether to wake up No. 1, and then dismembered Ma Chundong with No. 1's super terrifying double swords.

But thinking about this, there are so many people who see themselves release a small robot, which may attract people's attention. Such attention is definitely not a good thing for him now. Even if he can escape today, he will inevitably cause endless trouble in the future. A man is innocent and guilty of possessing a treasure. There are too many such examples. When he does not have a strong enough identity, he has something too good and the good thing is known by others, and the result will only be a disaster.

It was precisely because of a moment of hesitation that Yang Zifeng did not take action immediately. However, he did not expect that after Ma Chundong shot a man to death and established his power, he actually shot him without stopping!

The distance between the two was only more than ten meters. At such a close distance, Yang Zifeng wanted to avoid the bullet's shooting, which was a fool. However, it was impossible to avoid it, but it was okay to avoid the vital points and block it with his arms. Just as Ma Chundong pointed the gun at Yang Zifeng's head, Yang Zifeng hurriedly raised his hand to cover his head and face.

Ma Chundong fired extremely fast, but Yang Zifeng's reaction was not slow either. Just as he raised his hand, the other party pulled the trigger at this moment. The next moment, Yang Zifeng felt a heart-wrenching pain in the palm of his hand, obviously he had been hit by Ma Chundong's bullet. Yang Zifeng gritted his teeth and subconsciously clenched his fists.

However, the pain only lasted for a moment and ended. As the bullet drilled into the muscles in Yang Zifeng's palm, Yang Zifeng seemed to hear a "sizzling" sound from his body. Countless electrical particles surged out from the countless cells in his body. In a blink of an eye, they turned into violent and raging currents all rushed to Yang Zifeng's injured palm. The bullet drilled into the palm of his palm did not hold on for even a second, and was immediately decomposed by a powerful current into something similar to molten iron.

It's just different from the past, probably because this time the metal did not appear in Yang Zifeng's stomach and intestines. Although it was decomposed by the current, it did not rush upwards into Yang Zifeng's brain as usual, but it just flowed out of the bullet holes with blood.

Although the thing similar to molten iron appears in liquid form, it does not have the terrifying high temperature as high as ordinary molten steel. Once it leaves Yang Zifeng's body and loses the cover of the current, it quickly solidifies again.

Yang Zifeng's heart moved, and some current escaped from his palm, and continued to wrap the slowly solidified iron ball, and then slowly pulled it out after forming a certain shape. When the current returned to Yang Zifeng's body, a brand new bullet reappeared in Yang Zifeng's palm...

"Boy has two tricks!" Seeing that the shot he shot was blocked by Yang Zifeng with his hands, Ma Chundong was stunned, and then sneered: "Do you think you are a martial arts master and can catch bullets with empty hands! I have fifteen bullets in this gun, and there are thirteen bullets left after two shots. I want to see how many bullets you can block with both hands!"

Yang Zifeng found that in just a moment, the gunshot wounds he suffered in his hand seemed to have been healed, and even the wounds began to close. He couldn't help but feel happy, knowing that the currents in his body were of great use. Under the stimulation of the current, the recovery of the injury was so simple that it was unimaginable.

After knowing this, Yang Zifeng felt more confident. He knew that as long as he was not shot directly by someone, he would definitely not die even if he was shot a few more times. Therefore, his fear of Ma Chundong naturally weakened a lot. Hearing Ma Chundong threatened to hit all thirteen bullets on him, he couldn't help but sneer and said, "Okay... Then you can continue to shoot! When the bullets in your gun are all shot, I see how arrogant you are!"

Yang Zifeng said as he suddenly opened his tight right hand under the gaze of hundreds of people, and saw a yellow bullet with blood stained bullet lying in his palm.

"Oh my God, he... he actually grabbed a bullet with empty hands!"

"Oh, my God, is this true?"

"Brother, I said... I'm not filming here, right? Look for it and see if there are any hidden cameras or something..."

With a crisp sound of "Ding--" Yang Zifeng flipped his hand and threw the bloody bullet to the ground. Then he calmly took out a tissue in his pocket with his left hand, wiped the blood in the palm of his right hand, gently curled his lips, and said, "No, the 92 9mm pistol is powerful, and it actually caused my hand to bleed. But... it's a waste of energy to kill me with this thing. Come on... don't you still have thirteen bullets? I'll bet with you today, betting whether you can kill me with these thirteen bullets! If you win... my life will be taken away by you, but if you lose... Then today's place will be the last stop in your life!"

"Bang--" Yang Zifeng said, gently throwing the tissue in his hand to the ground, then turned over his palms, protecting his head and left chest, preparing to face the enemy. His words were a bit arrogant, but not all of them were bluffs. Although he did not have the ability to catch bullets with empty hands, as long as his brain and heart were not shot, he was sure that he would not die. Even if the lungs, liver, kidneys and other important body organs were hit by bullets. As long as there was sufficient current in his body, he could instantly melt the bullets and send them out of his body, and quickly repair the wounds in a very short time. So... In fact, although Ma Chundong's gun was still a bit threat to Yang Zifeng, at least this threat was not fatal!

Seeing Yang Zifeng's two palms spreading outward, Ma Chundong narrowed his eyes slightly, and then the muscles on his face couldn't help but tremble in horror. Because he saw that Yang Zifeng's hand that was hit by a bullet just now had a shallow blood mark on the palm of his hand, as if he was accidentally scratched by a small stone when he fell down.

If Yang Zifeng did not have this scar on his hand, then Ma Chundong might still doubt whether the bullet he had just missed. In fact, it did not hit Yang Zifeng at all. Yang Zifeng deliberately held a bullet in his hand and used it to scare him.

But the shallow scar on Yang Zifeng's palm completely gave up. He believed that the gun he had hit Yang Zifeng's palm just now, because before he fired the gun, Yang Zifeng's palm had already raised. He remembered that Yang Zifeng's hand had no scars at that time.

And what does this mean? Isn’t it said... the pistol that I rely on to save my life is probably only slightly stronger than a child’s slingshot. Although it can also injure Yang Zifeng, at most it can only scratch the skin a little bit. In this way, does this gun have any deterrent power to others?
Chapter completed!