Comprehension against the sky, creating the Five Thunders in the real world

boom!
Before Bruce could finish his words, he suddenly heard a loud noise in his ears, and then he saw a huge footprint in front of his eyes that kept getting bigger and bigger.

Until finally, the footprint was imprinted firmly on his chest.

"boom!"

In an instant, Bruce only felt the wind whistling in his ears, and the whole person felt like being hit head-on by a speeding train.

All the bones and flesh in the body seemed to be forced together by this collision.

"Ahhh!"

With a shrill scream, Bruce flew backwards more than ten meters like a rag doll blown by the wind, smashing countless flowers and plants. Finally, he stopped after being blocked by a cypress tree.

After all this ordeal, the previously arrogant Bruce now had a bloody head and face. He curled up on the ground like a wounded dog, holding his chest and gasping for breath.

Lin Beichen looked up at Bruce, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and said calmly: "Barbarians are barbarians. They don't know the advantages of time and place. You don't know how to cherish the opportunity given to you, and you insist on seeking your own death."

With just this little ability, you still dare to show off in front of him?
What an ignorant guy!

Bruce was in tatters, his face covered in blood as he pointed at Lin Beichen, his face full of astonishment and disbelief: "You...you, how dare you? How dare you lay a hand on me?"

"Ahhhhh, you damn yellow monkey, I'm going to kill you, I must kill you!" Bruce roared at Lin Beichen with a ferocious face, then suddenly reached into his arms, took out a pistol and pointed it at Lin Beichen.

"gun?"

"Oh my God, why does he have a gun in his hand?"

"real or fake?"

"Hahaha, this must be a movie shoot!"

"Get out of the way, everyone, don't block me from watching the fun!"

The crowd instantly became excited.

Some people were not scared at all. Instead, they excitedly rushed forward, picked up their phones and took pictures with a laugh. Even more people thought it was a staged street photo and did not take it seriously at all.

After all, what era is it now?

This is not a war-torn area. Who would use knives or guns in public?
It is not surprising that most people react this way in a long-term peaceful environment.

"boom!"

However, with a gunshot, the smell of gunpowder filled the air and the street lamp was directly blown up.

Everyone was stunned.

For a moment, everyone seemed to have pressed the pause button. They stood there blankly, staring blankly at the exploded street lamp and at Bruce with a ferocious face.

After a few seconds.

"what!"

Accompanied by a burst of shrill screams, some people stepped back in fear, crying for their parents; some people calmly called the police; and more people squatted on the ground, holding their heads, trembling.

gun!
Real gun!

That's not a prop gun, it's a real gun!

How did this guy have a real gun? How did he sneak in with a gun?
Many people cursed in their hearts.

The screams, confusion and panic of the crowd were like the most beautiful music to Bruce's eyes, and brought a hideous smile to his face.

He pointed his gun at Lin Beichen and said, "Yellow monkey, kneel down, kneel down right now, or I will blow your head off with my next shot!"

After a pause, Bruce continued, "Have you ever seen a watermelon explode? Your head will explode like a watermelon, with a bang and your brains splattered everywhere!"

"You...you can't do this!"

At this moment, Zhao Lili summoned up the courage to stand up, blocking Lin Beichen and shouting at Bruce: "I called the police when you held me hostage. You'd better put down your weapon now, otherwise you will be punished by law!"

Although she was terribly scared, Zhao Lili gritted her teeth and did not retreat, thinking of Lin Beichen's previous help.

"Have you called the police?" Bruce's face suddenly turned gloomy: "You damn bitch, wait until I deal with this guy and then I'll deal with you!"

After saying that, Bruce raised his gun and pointed it at Lin Beichen's head: "I wanted to play with you, but unfortunately this bitch has already called the police. In that case, you yellow monkey, go to hell!"

Before he finished speaking, Bruce pulled the trigger without hesitation: "Bang!"

Gunshots rang out suddenly, Zhao Lili's face turned pale, and she subconsciously closed her eyes, not daring to watch the bloody scene that followed.

There are many people like Zhao Lili. They all live in a peacetime. Except for a few brave ones, the rest either close their eyes or lower their heads. Some even bury their heads in their chests.

No one thought that Lin Beichen could dodge the shot, and everyone thought that Lin Beichen would be shot in the head by the bullet.

After all, it was a gun! It was a weapon of mass destruction that ended an era!
Even those master-level figures from more than a hundred years ago were no match for it, let alone this tall and thin young man in front of it?

He is dead!

Not only did the onlookers think so, but Bruce also thought so.

Bruce admitted that Lin Beichen was indeed as strong as the intelligence said. Even though he had been ranked among the top three for many years, he was no match for this kid in one move.

so what?

No matter how strong he is, he is just one person!

As long as you are still a mortal, you can never be a match for hot weapons!

One bullet is enough to kill him!
"Damned yellow monkey, remember to be reborn into a good family in your next life, and don't..." Bruce blew at the muzzle of the gun and was about to say a few more words when he suddenly froze.

He froze. He stared blankly ahead for two or three seconds, then rubbed his eyes with his hands. Finally, he shouted as if he had seen a ghost: "How is this possible?"

Yes, how is that possible?

At this moment, not only Bruce, but everyone opened their eyes and mouths wide, looking at the unharmed Lin Beichen in astonishment, and they could not believe their eyes.

Some people even raised their hands and slapped themselves in the face, trying to confirm whether they were dreaming.

After all, everything that was happening before their eyes was too unbelievable for everyone!

That's a gun! And how did this guy manage to remain unscathed when firing at such a close distance?
"It must be because I haven't been on a mission for too long and my hands are not so good, which caused the bullet to miss the target and let this kid escape by luck." Bruce was the first to come to his senses. He said to Lin Beichen with a grim smile, "You will never have such good luck again!"

As he said that, he raised his hand and aimed at Lin Beichen again, ready to shoot.

However, just as he was about to pull the trigger, Lin Beichen rushed in front of him and snatched the gun from his hand. Then, in Bruce's horrified eyes, he stretched out his hand to pinch his throat and lifted him up like a chicken.

"Clap!"

After casually slapping Bruce twice, Lin Beichen said, "How dare you show off your little skills in front of me? It's really ridiculous!"

Everyone was stunned!

People stared at Lin Beichen in a daze, then looked at Bruce whose throat was pinched, and could hardly believe their eyes.

It only took a few seconds, but the situation was completely reversed!
"You...you guy...who are you? How come you are so strong?" Bruce looked at Lin Beichen in disbelief, and the sense of superiority in his heart had long since disappeared.

All I could feel was fear and confusion. Who on earth was this guy?
How could he possess such amazing power? "I wanted to say that I am your father." Lin Beichen stroked his chin and said leisurely, "But when I think about it carefully, how could I give birth to a son who looks like you?"

"Fuck..." Bruce was about to swear when his throat was suddenly strangled. He felt a sudden lack of oxygen. His face turned red, veins bulged, and his expression was distorted like a devil. His limbs were waving in the air, and he struggled desperately.

"Humph, barbarians are barbarians after all. They have no control over their own life and death. How dare you bar your teeth at me? Where's your brain? Did you bring your brain with you when you went out?" Lin Beichen shook his head and said sarcastically, "I'm afraid you didn't."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Beichen loosened his hand and suddenly threw a fist that hit Bruce's chest like thunder.

"boom!"

To Bruce, the loud noise was like a bolt from the blue exploding in his ears, the wind was howling, and he felt as if he was hit hard in the chest by a speeding truck.

The entire body, from flesh and blood to internal organs, seemed to be squeezed together by this punch.

"what!"

Accompanied by a shrill scream, Bruce, who weighed more than 200 pounds, was thrown out like a leaf blown by the wind, or a kite with a broken string, drawing a perfect arc, and finally smashing heavily into the strong men who followed him.

"Ouch, it hurts me so much!"

"My leg, oh my god, my leg is broken!"

Under the effect of acceleration, a heavy object weighing more than 200 kilograms hit the crowd accurately like a cannonball flying at high speed. Who can hide? Who can resist?
For a moment, people and horses fell to the ground and screamed in agony.

The dozen or so ferocious and aggressive men were knocked to the ground by this "bomb". Except for one lucky guy who survived because he was far away, all the others were killed and all lay on the ground wailing.

This move was truly shocking and left everyone stunned.

"You...you...who are you?!" After most of his men were knocked down, Bruce was already bleeding from his head, and his flesh was a mess, lying on the ground like a piece of rotten meat. Even so, even though he had lost his basic ability to move, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth, he still stubbornly roared at Lin Beichen for the last time, "Tell me, who are you? Who the hell are you?"

He couldn't accept it, absolutely couldn't accept the outcome before him.

How could such an insignificant little character, such a humble guy, be his opponent? How dare he be so cruel to him? Isn't this guy afraid of getting into trouble?

Damn it, there must be something wrong with this kid's identity. He must be from the same place as him. Otherwise, how dare he treat me like this?

"Hey, isn't this Bruce? Didn't you say you would handle this order yourself? Why are you lying on the ground now? Oh, you're bleeding so much, what's wrong with you?" At this moment, a sturdy man in his thirties, with a resolute face and a curry accent walked over.

The curry man walked up to Bruce, looked him up and down, and said exaggeratedly, "Oh, I see, I see, it must be that our boxing champion Bruce felt that just completing the task could not show his strength, so he let others hit him a few times, and then fought back, right, right, it must be like this, it must be correct.

Don't you think so, my good brother Bruce?"

As the burly curry man spoke, he helped Bruce up and asked with a curious look on his face.

This curious look in Bruce's eyes was like a long needle piercing his chest.

"Asshole, Carl, you beast, you are still making sarcastic remarks in this situation? Ah? That guy has already called the police. If you keep dawdling, we will have no choice but to run away when the police come." Bruce yelled at Carl with a sullen face, "Stop talking nonsense, get rid of that guy quickly, or you will fail the mission and not get a penny."

Karl?

This guy, this curry-smelling guy, is in the same group as that guy?

Everyone's eyes turned to Carl.

"Don't worry, I'm not as dumb as you. The employer said he was an expert, but he stupidly rushed over with a group of thugs and a broken gun." Carl showed a contemptuous smile on his face, "I think what that kid said before might be right. You are probably really dumb. I felt this way a long time ago."

"You..." Bruce was so angry that he was shaking all over, but he couldn't say a word. He knew in his heart that although his eyes were still open, his whole body had already been shattered.

Without Carl's support, it would be extremely difficult for him to even move, let alone stand up.

Carl, who had learned some first aid knowledge, even suspected that once Bruce died, he would go to see God.

In this situation, it was too late to ask the other party to help send me to the hospital, so how could I dare to offend him again?
Bruce doesn't want to die here for no apparent reason.

"Alright, alright, you brainless idiot, just stay here and rest. Open your eyes and watch carefully to see how your uncle Carl deals with this kid." Carl said as he helped Bruce to a car and asked the only strong man still standing to support him before turning to look at Lin Beichen.

After looking him up and down, Karl grinned and said, "To be honest, I admire you a lot. You are really strong. You knocked that brainless idiot away with just one punch. You even managed to dodge pistol bullets with your prediction and body skills."

Karl looked at Lin Beichen with admiration: "This is a skill that only the masters had more than a hundred years ago. You actually have it too. How old are you?

Eighteen? Twenty? No more than twenty-five, right? (End of this chapter)