Immediately, the corners of his mouth slightly drew a cold-blooded arc, and he exhaled a long puff of smoke, and muttered: "The scroll sent to the door is really good." ”

Xia Yumo, who was in the back, heard Yang Feng's murmuring, and suddenly felt a trace of doubt, and before he could speak, a robber in front suddenly came over and knocked on his palm with an iron rod.

What made him curious was that this kid was so addicted to smoking? He dared to smoke at such a time, and he simply didn't take them seriously.

The main thing is that he has an indifferent face, pretending to be Nima's coldness.

"Boy, why do you dare to stare at me?!

The rough robber and Yang Feng looked at each other, and suddenly a nest fire broke out in his heart, pointed at him with an iron rod, and shouted loudly.

"If you don't look at me, why should I look at you?"

Yang Feng squatted and looked at him, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

"Ouch, it's quite arrogant, believe it or not, I'll knock your head off with a stick? Hurry up and give me all the cigarettes on your body, or ......"

Before the rough robber finished speaking, Yang Feng suddenly stood up and slapped him hard with a wave of his hand.

"Ah......h

A scream suddenly echoed throughout the bank hall.

The robber was photographed turning three or four times in a row, like a spinning top.

Then he fell to the ground, spitting out a few front teeth from his mouth, spilling a lot of blood, trembling slightly, his eyes were full of stars, and his brain was very messy.

At this scene, everyone was stunned, and the people who were shivering in the crowd forgot their fears.

It was as if we had entered a state of sluggishness.

"Ding, absorbing the amount of fans, currently: 38. ”

"There's a lot of nonsense, you want me to smoke, is it possible?"

Yang Feng said slowly, looking down at the rough robber lying on the ground trembling slightly, the skeleton mask was scattered in half on the floor around him, revealing a slightly hideous face, and his chin was full of stubble.

When she looked at the silhouette of Yang Feng's side face again, Xia Yumo couldn't help but be a little stupid, she felt for the first time that a boy could be so handsome.

In the past, when I was partying with my parents in the upper class, I saw a lot of excellent rich second generation and successful men, but now compared with Yang Feng again, almost all of them are scum, with superb medical skills and good martial arts.

Especially beside him, there will be an inexplicable sense of security, and for some reason, there is an ethereal sense of comfort.

What about poor grades, can't you make a name for yourself with all this? Sometimes good grades don't mean anything.

What she didn't know was that Yang Feng's academic performance had already returned to the same situation as in the first year of high school.

"If you come here again, I'll shoot!"

The robber man who was standing at the door and letting off the wind raised his pistol to Yang Feng's chest, and a trace of unconcealable nervousness flashed in his eyes.

He didn't expect this man's strength to be so great that he knocked his companion unconscious to the ground in one fell swoop.

"Then you can shoot. Yang Feng walked towards him slowly, although his current strength was not yet able to directly resist the power of the bullet, but if he dodged, it was relatively easy.

He had observed that the speed of this pistol's bullet was comparable to the speed of the early stage of the Xuan Order, and the power was the lethality of the middle stage of the Yellow Order.

As for the rest, according to the knowledge of firearms in the mercenary profession in his mind, the power of Barrett's sniper rifle is comparable to that of the early stage of the Xuan Rank, and only this gun can be hit twice in a row, and he may be severely damaged.

Or there is another thing, called a 98K headshot.

"Damn, I'll shoot you with one shot, die!" the robber who was standing at the door shouted angrily, just about to pull the trigger.

At this critical moment, Yang Feng rushed over, grabbed the robber's wrist, shook the pistol out, and fell to the floor.

Immediately.

"Ah......h

A pig-like scream came from the robber's mouth, and he fell directly on one knee to the floor, his wrist was shattered by Yang Feng, and all the green tendons inside were broken, and the pain was incomparable.

The robbers in the bank vault had already heard the noise outside, and as soon as the leader of the robbers came out, he saw the scene in front of him, his eyes tightened, and he immediately reacted.

Hurriedly raised the 911 pistol in his hand and headed it towards Yang Feng's back, and with a bang, a golden bullet flew out of the black muzzle, turning into a sharp streamer.

"Huh?" Yang Feng had already noticed it, and hurriedly turned around, his spiritual power was ready to explode at any time, resisting the bullets coming from behind him.

A bullet is just a minor injury at most, and it can be recovered within a day, and there is not even a scar.

But just as he turned around, a beautiful figure suddenly rushed in front of him and blocked the golden bullet.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

He never imagined that someone would block the gun for him......

This bullet pierced into Xia Yumo's abdomen, compared to the organs, it was very painful, and it fell directly to the ground, and the blood instantly stained the aqua blue dress.

Yang Feng didn't catch her, but picked up the 911 pistol that had just been released from the ground and fired five shots in a row, directly taking away the four robbers inside.

The robbers took the lead in the worst, hitting the head in two or two shots, and the killing method and its cruelty were all exploded with a pair of eyes.

The blood instantly stained the whole face, and the four of them fell down one after another, dying motionless in a pool of blood.

Yang Feng threw away the pistol, walked to Xia Yumo's side, gently helped her up, and said in a very flat voice:

"Why are you blocking my gun?"

"I ...... Before I was kidnapped... Didn't you save my life... Now I'll save your life, and I'll give you back ......."

Before she finished speaking, Xia Yumo's eyes couldn't support it anymore and slowly closed it.

"I don't need you to save me, come up and block the gun, but it also hinders me from completing the task, eh~"

Yang Feng shook his head slightly, and pressed his finger on the area where she was injured, transmitting spiritual power into her body.

One of the system tasks is to protect the lives of everyone in the field, and if she dies at this moment, it will be considered a failure.

Suddenly, she didn't know what it was in her body, and she actually let the spiritual power in Yang Feng's body be sucked into her like flowing water.

"Huh?"

Yang Feng frowned slightly, retracted his hand with a kind of fright, and looked at Xia Yumo, whose face was pale, very puzzled, what happened just now.

In the end, he couldn't figure it out, and then as if by magic, he took out the super bandage, ripped off her shirt at the muzzle, and pasted it directly.

The Super Bandage also has a good recovery for the muzzle of the gun, which can stop the loss of blood.

Spiritual power is the repair of damaged organs.

At this time, there were bursts of sirens not far away, and police cars stopped in front of the bank in a hurry.

Suddenly, more than a dozen policemen rushed in, without the slightest hesitation, and the muzzles of their guns were aimed at Yang Feng, who was the closest to him, and there was a gun at his feet.

"Is that you?" the voice came, and then a man walked out from among the dozen policemen, with a fierce look in his eyes.

(End of chapter)