"If a person is not immune to love after a long period of contact with love, then, when he first comes into contact, he is in danger of being slaughtered by love" - Kurt Vonnegut

While Paul and Gross were rummaging through each other, Jiang Huanshui couldn't make any moves.

The power of the gun far exceeded the maximum limit of his current physical fitness.

The crimson to blackened frame lines in the field of vision indicate the danger of the two men.

Jiang Huanshui has also learned many times in the news, tabloids, and various push messages that when some ordinary people were robbed at gunpoint, they came up with the news that they were shot and killed when they were unprepared to resist.

So at first he was honest.

But when the eyes of both men finally fell off him at the same time, he moved.

In the first 0.5 seconds, the chocolate ingested ten minutes ago melts into the body, and now provides a lot of energy.

At 0.5 seconds in the second, a powerful wave of vibration was sent out from the throat that would be absolutely inaudible or imperceptible to humans, and that was enough to oscillate 30,000 times per second.

In the third 0.5 seconds, the handle of the box still held in his left hand followed the black metal box and melted into a ball of metal plasticine, and in a very short period of time, it took a whole half a day to run to Harbin Institute of Technology to personally ask professionals to build a long gun "Quartet Gu"

In the fourth 0.5 seconds, Jiang Huanshui rushed forward with his right foot, arched his left hand, and alternated two rounds with his feet, narrowing the distance between him and the two immeasurable scum from five meters to less than two meters.

At 0.5 seconds in the fifth, when the black man Gros had just reacted, his eyes were wide, bloodshot, his face was frightened, and the fingers of his right hand had begun to bend, ready to transfer from the trigger retainer to the trigger.

In the sixth 0.5 seconds, Jiang Huanshui's left hand stabbed out fiercely, and the Quartet Gu slashed through the last distance of one meter and a half, and the sharp and sharp tip of the spear pierced through the wrist of the black Gross in his right hand, directly piercing half of his elbow. The huge force of the impact carried the entire right arm and half of the body nailed to the wall, and the long spear spikes were deeply embedded in the walls of the alley for more than a dozen centimeters.

Three seconds later, after Pauloff realized what had happened, his knee-jerk reaction was to raise his gun and shoot.

It's a pity that it was too late, when his arm was raised less than halfway, Jiang Huanshui's right hand had already pressed the buckle, and the dark black long mace with a faint blue light was pulled out from the barrel of the gun behind him.

Paulf's arm was finally raised, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Jiang Huanshui.

However, Jiang Huanshui's long gong had already crossed a semicircle, and with an indomitable momentum, the force of the mountain cracking stone came to a position of 0.01 centimeter above his wrist.

Paulf's fingers finally pulled the trigger, and he was ecstatic, and he looked hideous, and wanted to pull the trigger.

But as soon as the nerve impulse signal from the gun came out of his brain, he was surprised to find that he didn't need to pull the trigger.

First, there was a crisp "click", which was the sound of bones and joints shattering after the sore contact between the long gong and the wrist.

Then there was a dull "pop", which was the sound of the Browning M1911 pistol colliding intimately with the dirt on the ground.

Then there are two half-pitched "ahs" from Paul and Gross. It is an instinctive cry of pain after a severe blow, regardless of race, language, or age, as long as it is human.

The final "ah" lasted less than a second, and the long gong first crossed a semicircle again, landing on the neck of the black man's strong arm, which was bleeding continuously, and then the right leg crossed another semicircle, from the ground to the jaw of the white man's enthusiastic wrist crushing fracture.

The two men fell silent for a moment, like a howling duck being grabbed by the neck.

He also passed out motionlessly.

Jiang Huanshui retracted his long gong and right leg, the blue light in his eyes gradually faded, and skillfully touched the pockets and trouser pockets of the two of them, and after more than ten seconds, he withdrew his hand in disgust.

No more than two hundred dollars in cash, and the only catch was a couple of small clear bags with a cute white powder.

Qinak, who has been accustomed to looking for fat sheep to rob black and eat black, can no longer look down on this little money. And those powders didn't do anything for him at all.

Well, it may still be of some use to the black brother Gross on the ground, at least it can be used as a hemostatic powder temporarily, although I don't know if it has any effect.

It doesn't matter, just give it a try, you can't die as a fortune teller, and you are unlucky when you die.

Jiang Huanshui frowned, then stretched out again, pierced the sleeves of the two pistols with the tip of the gun, simply cleaned up the scattered things, and quickly disappeared into the alley.

......

The experience of being directly indulged by Qinak has been no less than a hundred times in a few days, but Jiang Huanshui still can't adapt to the feeling of being able to watch it but not be able to do anything at all.

The tip of the spear pierced the human body, the feedback touch of the weak skin and soft muscles, the smell of blood rushing from front of his eyes, the guilt of his frightened face and the fear in his screaming were all extremely uncomfortable for him.

Although he knew that the two gangsters were not good people, they were drug addicts, armed robbery, and even rape and murder. Under the cover of darkness there are darker actions, and in the sinful city there are deeper sins practiced.

But after all, it was two living beings, and he knew how powerful the simple attack action was just now, not to mention the white gangster who could still use his right hand in the second half of his life, and was knocked unconscious by himself under the sharp bloodletting ability of the four-edged spear, God knows if the black scoundrel could survive.

If all this happened in a movie, then he would definitely happily appreciate the starring actor with high kung fu to solve the two scum with three strokes and five divisions by two, but this is not a movie, the male lead is no one else, but himself.

He looked at his hands, the freshly cleaned palms were white and delicate, glowing with soft light in the light, slender and slender, and he couldn't leave a few calluses on his palms after years of touching the mouse and tapping the keyboard, just like the beautiful face of a young girl, everything was as gentle as jade.

But it was these hands, in a few moments ten minutes ago, with such a fast speed and such a strong explosive force, using an equally beautiful but dangerous thing to divide the flesh and crush the dignity.

He clearly sensed that during that process, he had never exceeded the limit of his current physical ability, which meant that as long as it was his fault, then the result would not be different if things were repeated again.

Jiang Huanshui covered his face with both hands and rubbed it a few times.

This kind of ability, I have, this kind of ferocity, how much worse am I?

Jiang Huanshui grew up playing, reading, going to school, falling in love, breaking up, and working...... , has always followed the rules, and has never faced the sin of the front line so personally.

I'm changing every minute.

Whether it's energy that needs to be replenished every ten minutes, or a set of workouts that can finally be completed with your own efforts.

All show that he is getting farther and farther away from the integration of the concept of "man".

Qinak, who was always analyzing Jiang Huanshui's psychological dynamics, scoffed at this, in its opinion, the two scum parasites just now were not worth mentioning at all, and they were not even as good as the two ants on the stumbling blocks on the road.

It is also necessary to rely on cold weapons that surpass the current level of science and technology to achieve victory, and the parasite is still 100,000 galaxies away from being able to use it in terms of psychological and physical fitness.

And the contradictions and struggles of the parasitic psychology seem to him to be pure hypocrisy of moaning without disease.

Compassion all day long, living in the small fortune of the wind and snow, the eyes can not see the subtle dust, there is no vast universe in the heart, the pattern is too small, the style is too low, and the format is too poor.

In this case, the plan to go back after completing the task would have to be changed.

Since I'm not used to watching the bloody scenes, I will get used to watching them a few times.

Since you hate bullying the weak, let the seemingly "weak" individual suffer from the parasite, then you know what is the last word.

Jiang Huanshui was still struggling in his heart, and the evil quietly stretched out his minions.