The best perspective expert

Chapter 206
The white youth had a good plan, and wanted to shoot wildly. He fired five shots at such a short distance, and one bullet would always hit the target.

It is understandable to think so, because Han Zhenyang is sprinting at a high speed, facing the bullet, which makes it more difficult to dodge the bullet. It can even be said that no one can dodge the bullet at this distance.

Can Han Zhenyang escape?
Also very reluctant.

Although Han Zhenyang's physical fitness is abnormal and his reaction is extremely sensitive, he is still an individual after all, and his every move has not exceeded the scope of human beings. Within this distance, it is impossible to dodge the pistol bullets whose initial velocity exceeds the factor, and can only resist.

"Shhhhh-"

When the gunshot fell, Han Zhenyang's body stopped. It was obvious that he had been shot.

The white youth, his companions, Old George, Liu Heqing and others all showed a cruel smile and let out a sigh of relief. They had heard too many legends about Han Zhenyang, and they were really afraid that Han Zhenyang would dodge bullets like ghosts and gods.

Well now, Han Zhenyang, the biggest threat, is about to be eradicated. Not only can they successfully get this batch of valuable emerald jewels, but they can also bring Han Zhenyang's head back. When they return to the organization, they will definitely be appreciated and appreciated by the boss. reward.

Thinking of those generous rewards, Old George and his group even fell into ecstasy.

Of course, they had to cut off Han Zhenyang's head first.

Shi Shiran, a young white man, unloaded the empty magazine, looked at Han Zhenyang, who was half-squatting with his hands on his stomach, and sneered, "Ridiculous Chinese, do you still live in the last century? How stupid to think that martial arts can beat pistols. "But before he finished speaking, Han Zhenyang raised his head full, stretched out his clenched fist, and there were five bullets lying in his palm.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of everyone present straightened up.

What's happening here?
Catching bullets empty-handed?
Is there a mistake?How can this be?

Could it be that this man surnamed Han is a superman?

A group of people were terrified when they saw Han Zhenyang catch the bullet empty-handed. If Han Zhenyang really had such strength, why would they fight? Kneeling down and begging for mercy might save their lives.

But Liu Heqing saw two bullet holes on Zhenyang's clothes, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't be scared by him, he's wearing bulletproof vest, playing tricks, hit him on the head, hit him on the head..."

The Caucasian youth looked carefully, and there was nothing wrong with it. There were really two bullet holes in Han Zhenyang's chest and abdomen, which meant that the bullet was not directly caught by Han Zhenyang with his hands, but was blocked by something on his body.

What can stop a steel core warhead with strong penetrating power?Naturally, there is only body armor.

With this discovery, the young Caucasian man laughed loudly, "Yellow Monkey, you are very cunning. You actually know how to wear bulletproof vests. I was almost frightened by you."

Han Zhenyang was worried about how to cover up his ability to resist bullets, but he didn't expect Liu Heqing to be "smart" and put him in an unnecessary bulletproof vest. Hahaha, bulletproof vests are better than letting you know me The big secret of being able to block bullets naked.

Thinking of doing this, showing a confident expression, Shi Shiran stood up, flicked his skirt, and smiled lightly: "People's hearts are sinister, so I have to guard against them. Be more careful when dealing with you rats in the gutter. , do you know the reason why I came here alone?"

"Hahaha, do you think everything will be fine with a bulletproof vest? You underestimate my marksmanship. If I say I hit you between the eyebrows, I won't hit your nose. Hehe, I think you should go back and wear a bulletproof helmet. Although it’s useless, hahahaha,” the white young man laughed proudly, but his movements were quite quick, he quickly replaced the new magazine while speaking, and raised his hand to shoot a few shots.

But he ignored a very important detail - distance.

At this moment, Han Zhenyang was standing less than three meters in front of him.

Three meters, for boxers, is just within the attack range, and it is a quite comfortable distance. A lunge can just launch an attack, and the fist punched out by the inertia of the sprint is more lethal.

Han Zhenyang rushed forward the moment the young white man raised his hand, and appeared next to him almost instantly, taking advantage of the momentum with a swing of his fist.

At this time, the young Caucasian man just raised his hand, but when he was aiming, he suddenly found that Han Zhenyang was gone, and then he felt the sound of wind coming from his side, and before he even had time to react, he felt a soft bang in his head, As soon as the eyes went dark, I didn't know anything.

In the eyes of others, it was their companion who raised his hand and fired before he finished speaking, but before he could shoot, he was swept away by the ghostly Han Zhenyang with a punch.And all this happened in just half a second, and the sarcasm on their faces hadn't faded away yet, and they were stunned by this scene.

After a successful blow, Han Zhenyang shook his arm contemptuously, and asked with a sneer, "Who else?"

His weird posture, super strong fist strength, and confident demeanor made everyone in the yard silent. Old George, who was planning to slip away, stood still and didn't dare to move, for fear of an accident. It will attract Han Zhenyang's thunderous attack, and he is not confident that he can save his life under Han Zhenyang's attack.

"Why, there is nothing to say? If this is the case, then pay the price for your actions," Han Zhenyang said indifferently when he saw this, and then he jumped straight to the old George who wanted to become a quail.But at the moment when he was approaching Old George, he suddenly turned around and punched the midair behind him with full force, obviously he had been prepared for it.

He punched a strong white man who jumped down from the second floor of the villa, and smashed the opponent back to the second floor, hitting the window, and the whole building trembled a few times. The power of Han Zhenyang's punch One can imagine.

The strong white man who was about to sneak up got up from the second floor in embarrassment, stared at Han Zhenyang with shame and anger, and asked bitterly, "You knew I was on the second floor?"

Han Zhenyang sneered, "You're worth my attention, even though you're worthless? It's just that you bastards like to use such indecent methods. I just kept an eye out for it. I didn't expect you to actually do it. Sneak attack, huh, I don’t even want my face.”

"You, you are not a good man!" The white young man said with a strange accent, but his Chinese level is quite high, and he can use idioms.

"Hehe, you are a hero, a hero who likes to play sneak attacks," Han Zhenyang retorted.

"Hmph, don't talk nonsense with you, take your life," the strong white man couldn't help but realized that Han Zhenyang's strength exceeded expectations. He gritted his teeth, took out a syringe from his pocket, pulled out the needle cap and plunged into it. Arm, inject the light green liquid inside, a few seconds later, the breathing became thicker, and the eyeballs also turned blood red, staring at Han Zhenyang like a hungry wolf who would choose someone to eat.

(End of this chapter)