Chapter 128 Captain: Balala Little Demon Fairy Transforms

"Bang bang bang" "Ding ding ding" This time the gangster leader finally determined that he didn't miss, but that the bullet couldn't hurt the other party at all, and it hit the other party like hitting a steel plate, and it all bounced off.

The gangsters looked at the bullets that were still beating on the ground and were deformed by the huge impact, and all of them were terrified at this time, except for the gangster leader, who all screamed and scattered at this moment.

"Poof", the gangster leader fell to the ground suddenly, his face no longer had the arrogant appearance he had before, all he was frightened, and he slapped himself while crying and begging for mercy: "Big brother, big brother, I was wrong, I must have reformed, I am not a human being, please let me go." ”

Steve Rogers slowly raised his originally low head, and at this time Steve Rogers completely changed his appearance, black lines appeared on his face, black eyeshadow appeared at the corners of his eyes, and a black droplet pattern appeared in the center of his eyebrows, and his handsome face looked extremely charming.

"It's too late to think about mending your ways now, and those shots just now were very cool, right?" The transformed Steve Rogers walked up to the gangster leader with graceful steps and whispered in the gangster's ear.

When this gangster heard Steve Rogers' frivolous words, he immediately understood that he was afraid that he would not have a future, and what he couldn't understand was that this person was obviously not an ordinary person, but the kind of legendary superpower.

Superpowers in this world are not uncommon, as long as anyone with a little ability knows that his cousin is the chief of police, and the thing about superpowers in this world is what his cousin told him.

His cousin told him that as long as it was in the territory under his jurisdiction, most things could be taken care of for him, but he must not provoke those superpowers, if it was a righteous superpower, it was fine, at most he would be beaten up, sent to the police station, and then he would not get out of bed for several months.

But if you provoke those evil superpowers, then ask for more blessings, the chance of survival is almost zero, and the man in front of him who painted a smoky makeup at an instant is obviously not a decent person at first glance, so he is so afraid.

The gangster leader, who knew that he was probably going to die, was no longer afraid at this time, put away his frightened face, and then picked up the pistol with a fierce expression and stood up, as the saying goes, a rabbit still bites when it is in a hurry, let alone a human.

Although the pistol no longer gives him any sense of security, if he thinks that he will die, even if he wants to die, he will gnaw off a piece of the other party's meat.

After picking up the pistol, he quickly took a few steps back, distanced himself from Steve Rogers, pulled out the spare magazine in his arms and quickly replaced it, arguably the fastest reload of his career.

As for the woman, she had already run away with the thugs who had scattered in a hurry, and there were only two of them left in this alley.

Steve Rogers did not stop the other party from picking up the gun and changing the magazine, but tilted his head and stared at the other party with an unusually evil tilt, looking at the opponent's skillful reload speed, which was not much better than that of special forces.

"Don't come here, I'll shoot if you come, I don't believe your eyes can block bullets." The thug leader immediately raised his gun with both hands and aimed it at Steve Rogers' eyes after changing the magazine, but he didn't know if he could shoot it with his trembling hands.

"You're not sure how to shoot like this, if you want me to teach you how to shoot, I'm your dad when you play with guns." Steve Rogers did not stop, but continued to walk towards the other party unhurriedly, like a nobleman.

Seeing that Steve Rogers was not afraid of the pistol in his hand, the gangster leader already felt despair, and his eyes revealed endless madness, "I tell you, even death will not make you feel better." ”

He was about to pull the trigger, he didn't believe that Steve Rogers' eyes could block bullets, although he was not suitable for shooting in his current state, but there were still seven bullets in this pistol, and he didn't believe that he couldn't even shoot a single shot.

After a "whoosh", the gangster leader felt that something seemed to be missing from his hand, he subconsciously glanced at his hand, this glance was terrible, at this time he found that his pistol and his own hands appeared in the hand of Steve Rogers, who was five or six meters away from him.

It was only at this time that there was a sharp pain in the place where his wrist was broken, and he couldn't help but fall to the ground, raising his bloody arms and screaming heartbreakingly, and his forehead was instantly covered with fine beads of sweat, which showed how much pain he was experiencing at this time.

Steve Rogers pinched the orchid finger, gently removed the severed hand hanging from the pistol, and let the severed hand fall to the ground, the broken part of the severed hand was all hanging whiskers, which were torn alive, not cut off with a sharp weapon, and dragged off with force.

Steve Rogers turned the muzzle of the gun, grasped the grip of the pistol, aimed at the gangster leader who was screaming silently on the ground, and said in a tepid tone: "Let me teach you how to use the gun, first of all, your hands must be steady, not shaking, and your eyes must be aiming, just like me, keep one eye open and one eye closed, so that you can shoot accurately." ”

"Bang bang" four shots in a row, Steve Rogers pulled the trigger, none of the four shots missed, and hit the gangster leader's limb joints, which immediately made the gangster leader faint.

At the moment when the gangster leader fainted, he only had one thought, this person was obviously so powerful, but why would he rather be beaten first, was it just to play himself.

"It's boring." Steve Rogers looked at the fainted thug with a blank face, and spat out such a sentence.

Steve Rogers re-lifted the pistol and aimed it at the guy's head, and since the guy fainted, there was nothing fun to do.

Just as Steve Rogers pulled the trigger, the muzzle of Steve Rogers' gun rose slightly, and the shot didn't hit the thug's head, but just stuck his scalp into the asphalt on the ground.

At this time, the lines on Steve Rogers' face, including his black eyeshadow, and the strange pattern on the center of his eyebrows, were dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye, but in a moment, they reverted back to their previous appearance, and all the smoky makeup on his face disappeared.