Silence!
A terrifying silence!
After several gunshots, the open space in front of the warehouse fell almost instantly silent. Even the little thugs on the ground, clutching their wounds and crying in pain, held their breath at the same time when they saw what had happened. Their eyes were wide with fear, unable to believe it. Too many unbelievable things had happened today, and they were already numb from the shock. Yet when they saw the scene ahead once more, they still nearly slammed their heads into the ground in disbelief. Everything they knew had been overturned again and again today!
Dong Xuebin's gun only had six bullets!
And Dong Xuebin had only fired six shots with ease!
Yet those six shots had each struck the guns in the hands of the six people trying to kill the hostages. There had not been the slightest deviation. Every gun had been blasted from their hands by the bullets from Dong Xuebin's muzzle!
Six bullets...
Six handguns...
What the hell kind of marksmanship was that??
Dong Xuebin had already moved quite far away. From that distance, in that awkward hunched-over posture, not only had he not missed a single shot, he had even hit their guns with every shot? How big was a gun? It was only that tiny! Yet he had hit them from so far away! Once might have been an accident! Twice might have been luck! But six times! All six shots had struck the guns themselves!
What kind of concept was that?
They felt that this was simply not something a human could do!
No matter how good your shooting was, there had to be a limit, right? How could anyone be this accurate??
And what stunned them most was Dong Xuebin's expression. He seemed not to have