Chapter Twenty-Three: One Shot

"Forehead ......"

There was an awkward silence.

Chen Xiao looked disdainful: "Hey....... Didn't you say this thing is completely safe, it seems that the facts are a bit different from what you said. ”

Ziliang pulled a long voice: "This ......" Suddenly, he noticed that Konstantin seemed to be quietly drawing something on the ground.

"Hey, you bastard, where are you drawing? Do you want to draw a teleportation array and run away?!! ”

Konstantin: "Huh? Ahh......hh

"Nima! You just want to run, it's the same as the one you drew last time......"

The two were yelling at each other.

"Squeak crunch......" There was a small cracking sound, a bit like the feeling of leather shoes stepping on broken glass.

The crack in the door was slowly healing.

The craftsman's hand pressed on the edge of the door: "Don't shout, with me, the Immortal Mansion is safe." He said.

At this moment, the people around finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The explosion outside the door continued uninterrupted, and it seemed that Superman had no intention of giving up.

Moriarty frowned: "I have a question, it may sound a little frustrating, but ...... What if the guy outside doesn't leave and stays outside the door? ”

"What are you afraid of, didn't this brother say that with him, this hospital is equivalent to invincible?" Konstantin shouted.

"That being said, but...... We can't just be trapped here by him. ”

"What's wrong with that? Just let him sleepy, there is food and drink here anyway......" Konstantin continued.

The voice did not fall.

"Indeed, if he really traps us alone, then we will be too shameless." Ziliang now that his body has fully recovered, he stood up and said.

"Damn, you were about to let people stew just now, and now you're talking about face here?"

"That's it!" Ziliang stopped Konstantin: "I understand your fear of superhuman strength, but just now it was just a mistake, if I was prepared, then it was not me who was lying on the ground at that time, but him." ”

Konstantin looked at Ziliang. A 'I'll just watch you pretend to be forced quietly' expression.

Ziliang didn't pay attention to him, but walked back to his office, began to rummage through the cabinets, and after a while, he took out a small box.

"Ah, we met Superman in one plane before, and at the same time, we also met Batman in the non-plane, so ...... Just in case, I asked the Batman for a small gift. ”

As he spoke, Ziliang opened the box...... An emerald green light rippled out.

Konstantin was stunned: "This ...... Could this be ......?"

"yes, I've got some kryptonite." Ziliang smiled and said, "Hey, the stunned over there, come here, I need a bullet." ”

The craftsman remained motionless.

Ziliang sighed bitterly, and then squeezed out a humble expression: "Okay, the best craftsman in this world, please make this stone into a bullet, thank you." ”

"You're welcome." The craftsman responded politely, and then with a wave of his hand, the kryptonite automatically flew into his hand, and then he squeezed it hard, and several bullets made of kryptonite appeared in his hand.

Seeing this, Chen Xiao shrugged his shoulders: "Okay, look at this, it's my life again." ”

So saying, he pulled out the gun from his waist.

Well, yes, he has always carried a gun around his waist, and when he first saw Chen Xiao in the [bar] before when Uncle Jigsaw it was a silver revolver, it looked larger than other guns, and there was no special decoration, but as long as you glanced at it, you could feel an incomparably thick texture.

This gun has a strange nameβ€”β€”β€” Corbarlet. The door of smiles.

It was made by a brilliant weaponmaker who had devoted his life to making the gun, and he was fired the day after he made it, because the recoil of the gun could break an elephant. If an ordinary person takes this gun, he will probably be able to kill himself if he is unlucky.

And such a gun is Chen Xiao's favorite weapon, and the reason is that Chen Xiao thinks it looks good......

Without further ado, the craftsman threw a bullet to Chen Xiao and said lightly, "I said three-two-one." ”

"Three"

Chen Xiao took the bullet and stuffed it into the revolver, then habitually scratched the bullet wheel hard, and then flicked it gently, the bullet wheel entered the chamber, and the bullet was accurately aimed at the muzzle.

"Two"

Chen Xiao raised his gun. During this period of time, the roar outside the door never stopped, and this burst of roaring made Chen Xiao easily simulate every movement of the person outside the door in his mind through the door, so he directly aimed at the other party's heart like a perspective.

"One"

This last number was not said by the craftsman, but by Chen Xiao, and as he said this number, a huge roar drowned out all the sounds. Chen Xiao's arm twisted in an extremely strange posture, and miraculously unloaded all the recoil.

The entire corridor of the hospital was filled with a hurricane, and the roar beyond the upper limit of human hearing was so loud that Chen felt a brief moment of deafness, and at this moment, a bullet glowing green carried the heat generated by the friction with the air, thinking about the hospital door shooting straight away.

The craftsman opened the door just in time.

In other words, Chen Xiao already knew when and at what angle the craftsman would open the door.

So, the bullet stuck to the edge of the door, seemingly dangerous, but it rushed into the night with great accuracy, and at about the same time, hit the chest of the man outside the door.

"Boom!"

The extremely compressed wave of qi was finally released, and in an instant, a visible ripple exploded on Clark's chest, and the pushing wind swept off the sand and rocks, making people almost unable to open their eyes.

And this shot did show its strength, Clark's body was pushed directly away by this shot, his feet clasped the ground, and ploughed out a huge ravine that touched his heart, until it was far away, and finally stopped.

The smoke cleared, and Clark's body appeared in the smoke, he looked extremely embarrassed, the upper body of the suit had been torn apart, and the lower body had become tattered, but with some force majeure, his body was barely completely exposed.

However, none of this is the point.

What everyone couldn't believe was ...... Beneath the torn clothes, in Clark's chest, the kryptonite bullet did not penetrate his body, but still stayed on the surface of his skin.

"Click"

A small voice.

The bullet cracked, and then ...... Shattered, blown away by the night wind.