"You Chinese have a saying: Those who don't court death!" Red Shirt was truly enraged. The reason he killed the moment he arrived was to establish his dominance and control the situation. He didn't wish to kill too many people because everyone here was his bargaining chip. However, he knew very well that if he didn't kill, he wouldn't be able to suppress these people! Therefore, he had to abandon some people to make an example of them and suppress everyone.
He had investigated Fangzheng's background, and he was very famous in China. Regardless of whether his fame was exaggerated or not, he was at least a celebrity! Such a person was still very valuable as a bargaining chip. Therefore, he didn't kill Fangzheng the moment they met.
However, Fangzheng had repeatedly challenged the prestige he had built up with great difficulty. He had no choice but to kill.
Red Shirt got up and raised his hand. A subordinate handed him a pistol as he slowly came in front of Fangzheng.
"Stop!" Wanderer Tranquil shouted angrily.
However, she was held back by a female terrorist and couldn't come over. All she could do was panic.
Red Shirt grinned at her. "Beauty, you are very beautiful. However, this isn't the reason why he lives on. On the contrary, the more you care about him, the more he deserves death! "
With that said, Red Shirt pressed the gun to Fangzheng's head and said to Wanderer Tranquil, "You think he's very upright and has a sense of justice? Then, what choice do you think he will make in the face of death? "
Wanderer Tranquil's heart palpitated. She had seen Fangzheng block bullets with his bare hands, but she had never seen him block bullets with his bald head! Therefore, she was still a little afraid. "Don't … Don't do anything rash!"
Red Shirt curled his lips and looked at Fangzheng. "Monk, now that I'm pressing a Desert Eagle against your head, do you still dare ask me to shut up?"
Just as he said that, he saw Fangzheng suddenly bend his back and lower his head. The gun pressed against his bald head slid down! The muzzle of his gun was pointed at empty air, making him look especially comical.
When everyone saw this, they were at a loss whether to laugh or cry. They didn't know if Fangzheng wasn't afraid of death or if he was silly … F * * k, how dare he move when someone is pointing at his head? What's in this guy's head? Is he not afraid of death?
Red Shirt's face instantly turned livid. He had put on a strong front and asked a very impressive question, but Fangzheng had completely ignored him!
What kind of face-slapping hurts the most? It wasn't a tit for tat, but a complete disregard!
"Very well, monk. You've successfully angered me!" After Red Shirt said that, he lowered the gun and pointed it at Fangzheng's head again. "Kneel before the count of three. Otherwise …"
"You are very annoying. If you want to shoot, just shoot. Why are you dawdling around? It affects This Penniless Monk's ability to save people." Fangzheng impatiently threw away the bullets in his hand and began suturing the man's wound.
Everyone felt their heads spin when they heard that. The people who had a look of respect for Fangzheng suddenly had a thought. "Is this fellow doing such a righteous thing because he's too silly?"
Thinking about it this way, everyone felt that it made sense …
This was especially so for the politicians and businessmen. They felt that Fangzheng was a fool!
However, there were some businessmen and politicians who looked at Fangzheng in a different light. Regardless of whether he was a fool or not, they were impressed that he was unafraid of death.
Seeing the way everyone was looking at him, Red Specter found it harder and harder to maintain his composure. In a fit of anger, he lowered the barrel of his gun. "Go to hell!"
Bang!
A gunshot was accompanied by Wanderer Tranquil's heart-wrenching roar …
Everyone clearly heard a clang as though a bullet had struck a steel plate. At the same time, a string of words emitted from the bald man's head: Sparks!
At that instant, everyone was dumbfounded. They didn't know what was on their minds. Perhaps they weren't thinking of anything, or perhaps they had thought of everything. Regardless, their minds just stopped working and froze on the spot.
At this moment …
Clang!
The sound of metal falling to the ground broke the absolute silence at that moment.
Following that, as though time had come to a halt, a series of gasps sounded. There were also quite a number of people exclaiming …
"Heavens!"
"Heavens, what did This Penniless Priest see? Heavenly Lord of the Immeasurable … "
"Amitabha. This is a true Buddha! He's impervious to weapons! "
"God Gaotai, what did I see? This … is ridiculous … "
…
Red Shirt's eyes nearly popped out. He was the closest, so he saw it the clearest! The bullet struck the bald man's head and sparks flew. Finally, the dented bullet fell to the ground. He had seen the entire process …
At that instant, his heart raced as his hands trembled. His lips trembled as he said, "This … is impossible."
"Patron, please make way. This Penniless Monk still needs to save someone." At that moment, Fangzheng slowly stood up.
Red Shirt's face turned livid when he heard that. He stood there, wishing to say something harsh, but he was at a loss for words against a monk who couldn't even be killed by a gun. When the words reached his mouth, he said in a childish manner, "I'm not giving way. What can you do?"
Fangzheng rolled his eyes at him. "Then, This Penniless Monk will take a detour."
Then, Fangzheng took a detour.
Red Shirt took a step forward to block Fangzheng. "Monk, what do you do now?"
Fangzheng raised his hand to push him away.
Red Shirt didn't move as he secretly exerted his strength. He could tell that although the monk's head was hard, he looked harmless. If he pestered him, he would definitely be able to vent his anger! Red Shirt seemed to have forgotten that as a highly intelligent terrorist, how could he do something so childish? In fact, if it were any other time and someone told him that he would do such a thing, he would probably have killed the person. He didn't believe it at all!
But at that moment, it was unknown if it was due to Fangzheng's provocation or something else, but he did something childish.
However, he soon realized that not only were his actions childish, even his thoughts were childish!
Fangzheng's arms didn't look thick or strong, but they hid a terrifying strength. With a gentle push, Red Shirt felt an irresistible force as he was involuntarily pushed away. Then, he watched with reddened eyes as Fangzheng walked to the next injured person, the Chinese Daoist priest. He was right in front, and his injuries weren't light.
With this push, Red Shirt's brain finally reopened. The broken chord was reconnected. A ferocious glint flashed in his eyes as he said, "Monk, I don't believe that you are truly invulnerable! Bring me a gun! "
As Red Shirt regained his confidence and aura, his subordinate heaved a sigh of relief. Immediately, an AK47 was placed in his hand. The AK47 was extremely powerful, and its firepower was immense at close range!
With the gun in hand, Red Shirt clearly felt more confident. He walked behind Fangzheng and raised the gun. "Monk, die!"
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