No one in this world was born getting shot. Get shot often enough, and you get used to it. - Lu Shuren
The second time he pulled the trigger, he barely needed to brace himself. He was even wondering whether the bullet hit harder than the gun kicked.
As it turned out, the bullet did hit harder.
The sleeve over his left arm suddenly billowed outward, bursting into a cloud of fabric fibers and bloody mist. A warm, forceful spray splashed across his cheek and neck.
Was that his own blood?
Li Jie wasn't quite sure. He was starting to lose the ability to feel pain. His left arm hung limp, completely beyond his control, his fingers loosening and curling unconsciously. The agony in his right leg seemed temporarily drowned out by this new pain. The urge to retch rose in his throat, but nothing came up. Only the bitterness of bile spread through his mouth.
Cold sweat instantly soaked the already drenched back of his shirt, but he could feel his suffering traveling far away along an invisible thread.
Zod's screams came from the distance. Heh.
He gave a strange laugh, leaning against the wall as he lowered his head to look at his leg. The pool of blood had spread over a meter away, forming a dark red lake on the broken asphalt.
"What a waste..."
An absurd thought surfaced in Li Jie's mind. How much blood tofu could this make...?
He didn't know whether Superman could seize the opportunity. He even considered putting a bullet in his other leg. But seeing his gun hand trembling uncontrollably, he abandoned the idea.
Death wasn't frightening. But if his aim slipped and he blew his balls off, he really would die with regrets.
The pain and cold seemed to be