"Bang!" Hearing the girl's voice, the man with a scar in the corner of his eye of medium height shot at Masaki without hesitation, at such a close distance, he had even thought of the scene of Masaki's head being blown open, only in this way could he comfort the spirit of his dead best friend in the sky! He was a powerful desert eagle with a strong wrist with a strong recoil of green smoke at the muzzle, and there was hardly any trembling, he was sure that any master, at such a distance, would be dead or alive!

"No matter how powerful you are, you can't stop this incomparably powerful hot weapon!" Seeing Masaki standing motionless in front of him, this was the first thought in everyone's minds, no one could dodge the attack of bullets at such a close distance, let alone shoot a top master. 』』『

The bewitching girl's face had begun to show a charming smile again, as if the death of the enemy was her greatest source of happiness.

However, in the next second, everyone froze, in their eyes, Masaki, who should have had a flowering head, was still standing straight, the face behind the mask could not see the expression, and the only thing that changed was probably the palm he raised, which was clenched into a fist.

The confidence in the scarred man's eyes turned into panic and surprise at this moment, he looked at the mysterious man in front of him stupidly, he felt that his ability to think had stagnated, any thoughts were blank in his mind, the scene in front of him was so unbelievable that he even wanted to take apart his Desert Eagle and take a closer look at whether this Desert Eagle that had accompanied him for more than ten years was fake.

However, the steaming barrel of the gun and the bullet that slowly slipped from Masaki's hand told him the most unlikely truth.

Masaki's clenched fist palm slowly loosened, and a golden warhead accompanied by a "jingle bell" A crisp sound of landing, a golden bullet, lying quietly in his palm, in the moonlight, this palm looks very slender, white as jade like the most beautiful handicraft, with an indescribable aura, but it is such a hand, but at this moment it has become their biggest dream demon, the palm tilted slightly, the golden bullet slowly slid down to the ground, it seemed to be in slow motion, the crisp happened to fall on the stone, accompanied by the bright moonlight, like a golden elf bounced a few times, buried in the grass。

Jing panicked, could only hear the sound of heartbeat, and even forgot to breathe, this is the current atmosphere of the scene, everyone looked directly at the golden warhead on the ground, their minds were blank, they even wondered if the night sky was too quiet, whether they didn't rest well, hallucinations, because all this in front of them was too incredible, like a dream.

The emergence of thermal weapons, guns and ammunition has completely changed the process of human force, and it can even be said that guns have changed the habits of human beings who have been transforming and cultivating their bodies for thousands of years to fight.

Human beings, in the face of bullets, are nothing more than a pathetic and fragile creature, but now, the appearance of this scene, as if subverting their outlook on life, completely destroyed their concept since birth.

What do they see?

A human, caught a bullet with his bare hands?

If this kind of thing is said to be true, will others think they are crazy?

One by one, the thoughts appeared in their minds, and they were mixed, but they couldn't sort out the clues, just because all this in front of them was too unbelievable, a person, could actually use his hands, with those palms that were obviously just ordinary people, to catch a bullet?

The bullet on the ground lay there quietly, as if silently telling its tragic fate, as the only human shot but did not achieve an inch, its sound was very unsuccessful.

"Devil, you're the devil!What the hell are you!" The scarred man holding the desert eagle in his hand, the fierce look on his face at this moment has been completely replaced by horror, he feels that he has encountered an incomprehensible supernatural event, the man in front of him, with his hand, held his bullet, like holding his self-esteem and confidence, completely crushed it to pieces, he has never encountered such a thing in his life, he feels that he is close to the edge of collapse.

The smile of the bewitching girl froze on her face again, her hands began to tremble, and her salivating lips moved slightly, she thought about it a lot, but she couldn't think of how Masaki did it, even if it was a vast organization, even if it was the number one master, she was sure that no one could do this, could it be that the man in front of her was really a miracle that crossed the limit of human beings?

And Tashi Tsona, with the same sluggish face, at this moment, he no longer knows what to use to describe his feelings, taking bullets empty-handed, even if he grows up in this place full of miracles and various legends, he has never heard of or seen such a method, even if it is a living Buddha, even the most outstanding god-like master, he can't do it!

He subconsciously looked at the living Buddha behind him, in his unwavering eyes, for the first time at this moment, doubts appeared, he began to question himself, questioned the existence of this world, what kind of world is this, there will be such a person, could it be said that this man in front of him is the real god Buddha descended to earth? Because in his ears and eyes since childhood, the only person who can do such a miracle is the Buddha in Tibetan Buddhism, which is a creed.

However, such a man is clearly on the opposite side of them at this moment.

At this moment, he subconsciously looked at the Living Buddha of Da Lai, he had no other thoughts, he just hoped that this Living Buddha, who had always been his spiritual pillar and belief, could give himself a spiritual pillar and let him have the courage to fight.

However, he was disappointed, the so-called Living Buddha Lai behind him, at this moment, the old man's eyes were no longer unfathomable and unscrupulous, on the contrary, they were full of the same surprise and incredulity, as if he had seen something impossible.

And the others, the expressions at the moment are also about the same, and even some people have begun to appear in their eyes despair and incomparable fear, in the face of such an opponent, I am afraid that no one can ignore it, and suddenly remembered what the man said just now, they knew that they were wrong, completely wrong.

He is not bragging, nor is he crazy, if he has such strength, then the somewhat vague boundary in front of them that seems to be blown by the majestic wind seems to have become an insurmountable barrier in their hearts.

"Hallucination! It must be a hallucination! I don't believe it!" The hoarse voice of the scar man broke the silence of the scene, he went to the other extreme, in the face of incomprehensible things, he chose to paralyze himself, chose to comfort himself, turned panic into strength, and did not hesitate to pull the trigger again towards the figure like a demon god in the moonlight.

However, in the next second, a scene that everyone was horrified by appeared, just when the scar man pulled the trigger towards the political minutes, suddenly a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he turned the muzzle of the gun in an instant, and he actually stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.

In everyone's eyes as if they had seen a ghost, with extreme pleasure and excitement on their faces, with a "bang", he pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the power of the desert eagle was vividly displayed at such a close distance, his skull was instantly lifted off, and the indescribable things of red and yellow exploded, staining the faces of his companions around him red, and splashing all over the ground.

Everyone was shocked, and they didn't seem to expect that this so-called top master would commit suicide?

"This shot is real, it's really not a double reed", however, after such a terrifying scene, I don't know why, such an idea appeared in the mind of the bewitching girl without nonsense.

However, in the next second, a bad premonition appeared in her heart, she can be said to know everything about who the scar man is, her mind is tenacious, and she has encountered situations that are more desperate than now, but she can still persevere, and now she can't think of any reason to commit suicide anyway, could it be that this is also the ghost of the mysterious man in front of her?

Standing opposite them, the scarlet light in his eyes flashed away, the murderer, the person who kills him constantly, his kaleidoscope writing wheel eye, the more handy, in the moment just now, he chose illusion, to be honest, this man died quite unjustly, because a second before he died, he thought that the person he killed was himself.

Perhaps, he is a rare master in any place and any organization, but unfortunately, he met himself, which may be fate.

"If you point a gun at me, you will have to pay the price you deserve, who else wants to try?" Masaji's cold voice sounded at this moment, as if there was no trace of emotion.

"It's really him!" When the bewitching girl heard Masaki's words, her heart suddenly shook, and the suicide of her companion was really the ghost of the man in front of her! How did he do it! She was puzzled, and the vigilance in her heart was raised to the highest level, and an emotion of reluctance to admit it, called fear, also appeared in her heart for the first time, and the charming smile on her face had long since disappeared.

"Devil, he's the devil!" Suddenly, among the monks surrounding the Lai Lama, someone suddenly shouted out in horror, as if frightened by these incomprehensible things in front of them, and completely shattered reason, and even crawled to flee in the opposite direction, completely ignoring the consequences of going back like this, which would only lead to self-defeat.

"Bastard, what are you going to do!Calm me down!" Tashi Tsok grabbed the monk and slapped him in the face, shouting loudly, his heart trembling, and this rebuke was also an expression of his own inner horror.