The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

What it feels like to be shot by a bullet.

Li Feng didn't know this before, but today he realized it.

A violent impact spread from the chest throughout the body, as if someone had swung it hard with a sledgehammer and then hit the chest hard.

The hand of time seemed to slow down, and the pain did not come so quickly. The shock came first, and then the burning sensation. This feeling then spread to the whole body. This burning sensation can penetrate all the tissues in the body, but But it's not pain.

The sixth sense had been transmitted before the gunshot, coming from the pilot's deep malice, but no one expected that the speed of the shot would come so fast.

Between lightning and flint.

The bright handcuffs fell to the ground in an instant. Li Feng, who was standing sideways, pursed his lips tightly and quickly clenched his left hand into a fist in front of his chest.

"What?"

The pilot's eyes suddenly popped out of his eyes, and anyone could see the disbelief on his face at this time. It seemed that Li Feng really caught his bullet with his bare hands, which really shocked him.

This middle-aged man even had doubts about the silenced pistol in his hand. He turned it left and right in his hand, looked at it in confusion, and ignored the steps to refill the gun.

G3 was placed on the elbow of his left hand to cover up the injury on his chest. The clenched fist of his left hand was spread out and he took two steps forward. When everyone focused on his fist, he suddenly opened it.

empty……

There's nothing inside, where did the bullets come from.

The vulture's eyes were always attracted by Li Feng's left fist. When he saw the real scene and raised his head again, all he saw in his eyes was a black gun butt heading straight for his head.

"Boom~!"

The collision between the gun butt and the skull seems to be slightly better than the gun butt.

The vulture rolled his eyes, feeling like the world was spinning. In a daze, he seemed to see a flash of red, and then his vision fell into darkness.

"Crack, click~!"

The crisp sound of spring gears sounded, and the handcuffs that fell on the ground reached where they should be at this time. The pilot, whose hands were tied behind his back, was thrown into the trunk like a dead pig.

"Where's the bullet? Where's the bullet?"

After closing the trunk lid, Dalvi showed a satisfied smile with a crooked mouth. After patting the dust on his hands, he asked impatiently. In fact, not only was he curious, but even Translator Lu was shocked at the time. , I really thought Li Feng was holding the bullet with his bare hands.

Li Feng, who was leaning against the center pillar, did not answer. A few minutes after the arrest was completed, the pain-sensing nerves that disappeared seemed to have been reinstalled in his body.

His face instantly turned pale. Outdoors in the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, large beads of sweat gathered on his forehead, cheeks, and nose. Each drop fell on the dry soil, and was instantly absorbed by the soil. The shirt closest to his body had long since Drenched with blood.

The pain in his chest was excruciating. If he hadn't been leaning against Volga's middle pillar, he would have fallen to the ground instantly with stars in his eyes, dizziness and tinnitus.

"Go, put your things away...!"

Before he finished speaking, Li Feng's legs seemed to be out of control. They were as limp as noodles, unable to support the weight of his upper body, and he fell next to the car door.

After Translator Lu heard this, he stuck his butt out and groped for the ejection seat. He didn't pay attention to the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. He thought it was the sound of Li Feng closing the car door when he got into the car. He was so worried.

"Mist Lee~!"

The first person to find Li Feng lying on the ground twitching was Dalvi.He, who had been smiling sweetly just now, suddenly changed his expression. He hugged Li Feng's back and pulled him over. What came into view was the tunic suit with a hole in his chest.

The tangled silk threads around the hole were very messy. After opening it, I found that the shirt and wool were already wet and red.

"Mist Lee~!"

It was at this time that Dalvi's cry of pain caught Translator Lu's attention. He had been curiously looking at the objects in the survival box, pulling at them from left to right, and only when he heard the sound did he turn around.

"Dalvi, why?"

"He's been shot, he's been shot, oh my god, he's dying, we have to go to the hospital, quickly!"

Dalvi's excited spit even sprayed onto Li Feng's face. In the past, this young man would have pushed him away in disgust, but this time, his arm did not move at all.

"what??"

Later, Translator Lu realized that Li Feng had just performed a show of catching bullets with his bare hands, and after doing so for a long time, the bullet was still in his body.

He closed the box, threw the box in through the open front windshield, and then hurriedly rushed to the passenger side.

"Li Feng, Li Feng~!"

The heart-rending shouts made the unconscious young man's eyelids tremble.

"Go back to Shanghai, contact Beijing Station, find Zheng Chaoyang, and give it to him...!"

Li Feng, who was looking back, still didn't open his eyelids. He was extremely weak, as if he was explaining his funeral affairs. His voice was inaudible, and bloody bubbles overflowed from the corners of his mouth as he spoke.

Then his head tilted and there was no movement at all.

"GO, GO!"

The two of them worked together to lift Li Feng into the back seat. Dalvi took off his cotton-padded clothes that smelled of curry, covered Li Feng's body, and squeezed into the back seat.

By chance, the pilot's survival box thrown in by Translator Lu from the front of the car was open in the passenger seat. What was even more coincidental was that Dalvi knew those words in English.

With Li Feng's blood-stained hand, he tremblingly took off a piece of dressing and pressed it directly on Li Feng's bleeding chest.

Translator Lu didn't know why. His nose was sore and tears fell involuntarily from the corners of his eyes. After hurriedly starting the engine, he turned the car around and stepped on the accelerator as low as possible in the wilderness.

Different from the excitement when he came, Dalvi's face was gloomy at this time. Looking at the young man whose cheeks and lips had lost the color, he really had mixed feelings.

After all, he still didn't shoot at the prisoner of war, even though he had been injured. He obviously could have done it at the time, but the young man's choice was to deceive and knock him out.

He didn't know how this country trained these young people. If it were him, he would probably empty all the bullets in the magazine at the first moment he was shot. However, Li Feng still did not fire. The impact on him It feels too great.

"My brother, is all this worth it? He violated the treaty!"

Dalvi didn't feel the slightest chill in the cold wind at this time, and his big snot was frozen out again. He just tilted his head and wiped it on his shoulder, not daring to raise the hand that was pressing the wound.

The scene when I first met this young man flashed before my eyes. Although we have not known each other for a long time, he is indeed a trustworthy brother.

He didn't want a young man with such a charming personality to leave like this sadly before his eyes. (End of chapter)