"Tsk, Gabriel, Gabriel, you're really embarrassed." With that, the speaker jumped off the scrap pile.

The scrap pile, which was more than three or four meters high, was like an ordinary step, and did not cause trouble for the speaker.

"You're just in time, you always show up at the last minute, just like the police." After seeing the person clearly, Gong Bing relaxed and grinned.

"Police? I'm not one of those pesky blind people, and why do you say it's always the last? Lola said as she fanned her palm in front of her, "Damn, it's so dusty here." ”

"It's dangerous for you to just stand that high."

If the sniper hadn't left, he would have targeted Lola's ass just now.

"That guy in the building, you say?" Lola chuckled, looking disapproving: "An inconspicuous little man, I have already taken care of it." ”

So that's the case, Gong Bing nodded, no wonder he didn't take the opportunity to replenish the gun when he was weak just now after dealing with Ranson.

"Let's not talk about that, you didn't even call me for such a fun thing, because I helped so much last time I was at the bar." Lola waved her hand and said with a disgruntled expression.

Huh, bar? Isn't that the time when the Wolf Gang was eliminated?

That time, it was clear that she thought it was fun and insisted on following.

Aside from asking Sheriff Card to clean up the mess, where do I need help with things that I can solve alone.

However, Lola is such a person, Gong Bing has no intention of interfering, as long as she ignores it.

"Don't complain, don't you see I'm an injury?"

"Aren't you still panting? If you can talk to me, you can't die. Lola said nonchalantly, but walked over anyway and lifted Gong Bing's arm to inspect it.

"Don't tell me you hit this wound with a sniper rifle?" Lola asked, looking elsewhere on her body.

"I wish it was just some other normal bullet, then I wouldn't have you check it."

"Isn't your body made of iron?" Lola grinned, a little incredulous.

There was a wound the size of half a fist at the site of the bullet, and the depth was much smaller than the range, that is, less than one centimeter, and the muscles in the area of the wound had contracted and tightened, stopping the bleeding.

With her knowledge of the secret warriors, she really didn't know anyone who could resist bullets and be unharmed, let alone a more powerful sniper rifle.

If it's an ability, she can still accept it, because there are not many types of abilities, and some people who are good at physical defense can indeed resist the shot of bullets, and even natural people have many ways to resist or circumvent it.

But if she was a secret martial artist, she felt that it was a bit exaggerated.

Unless Gong Bing is already a heaven-level martial artist, he is obviously not yet.

In ancient times, where cold weapons were the mainstay, it was difficult for ordinary people who relied on swords, guns, and clubs alone to defeat the secret warriors and supernatural warriors who possessed high-level strength, so the influence of the secret martial artists and supernatural beings in society was far greater than that of modern times.

However, with the continuous development of society and the continuous improvement of the level of science and technology, it is easier to master, and more powerful thermal weapons have appeared on the stage, so that ordinary people who occupy the vast majority of the number have the ability to defeat secret warriors and supernatural people.

As a result, the composition of forces in society has changed.

Therefore, if any martial artist had the ability to resist bullets, then there would be no supernatural in the world, let alone ordinary people.

In the grand scheme of things, perhaps even the development of society and technology will be affected, at least not as fast as it is today.

"Iron-beaten body?" Hearing Lola's description, Gong Bing reluctantly smiled: "Not yet, but I think it's not far from this day." ”

"How the hell do you practice? I've never heard of a warrior like you. Lola asked, furrowed.

"I haven't practiced much, so I just boxed and slept every day." Seeing that the other party's expression became serious, Gong Bing pretended to respond casually.

The evolution point is the biggest secret in his heart besides crossing and being reborn, and he can't tell it at will.

Lola stared at him, shaking her head before the latter got a little impatient.

"Let's go, I'll take you out of here first, although the bleeding from the shoulder wound has stopped, you still have to deal with it quickly, so as not to cause infection and leave hidden dangers." Gong Bing is not an enemy, and now is not the time to think about such a thing, so Lola put her doubts aside for a while and turned to leave.

"Huh? Where else are you going? Hurry up and catch up! Looking back and seeing that Gong Bing didn't follow, but stepped aside, Lola immediately asked suspiciously.

"You'll wait." Gong Bing said as he walked over to Ranson's corpse and bent down to fumble around.

Ranson didn't have much on his body, mostly small things like cigarette wallets, and finally Gong Bing pulled out a folded piece of paper from his inner pocket.

Judging by the broken edge of the paper, it should have been torn from a notebook.

Seeing the contents inside, Gong Bing frowned.

Because Lola was urging violently, Gong Bing didn't think much about it, and after refolding the paper and putting it away, he followed her out of the scrap yard.

Ten minutes after they left the scrapyard, the bell of the police car came belatedly and came from outside.

Northwest of Green Town, under the printing plant of the industrial park.

Under Lola's guidance, when the two came to the secret base, Gong Bing saw Lukes, who had been waiting for a long time, and the latter received a call from Lola before the two arrived, so he returned to the secret base from the outside first.

After some examination and treatment by Lux, all the wounds on Gong Bing's body were cleaned and medicated and bandaged, but fortunately, it is winter and you need to wear long sleeves and long pants, otherwise the exposed bandages will be very eye-catching.

"I said Brother Gabriel, you didn't lie to me, you were shot here, here, and all of this?" Lukes asked, slightly surprised, pointing at Gong Bing.

"You've asked this question twice just now, is it a very important question, and you have to ask it three times before you give up?" Gong Bing drank a bottle of saline and replied helplessly.

"You have a lot of minor muscle bruises on your body, and if Lola hadn't told me herself, I would have thought you had rolled down some staircase." Lux shook his head.

"Although the submachine gun is only a light weapon, it is still a firearm after all, and I have never seen anyone who can resist it with his body, even if he wears bulletproof."

After taking off the rubber gloves and throwing them in the trash, Lux stepped aside, squeezed hand sanitizer from the wall, turned on the faucet and washed it.

"I've heard that some of them can block bullets." Gong Bing said.

"Brother Gabriel, you are a martial artist, an ordinary person, and the supernatural is not the scope of our current discussion."

At this time, the door to the medical room was pushed open, and Sean walked in from the outside, while Lola remained in the hallway outside the room.

Gong Bing raised an eyebrow because he saw that Sean's face was not quite right.

And when Sean pushed the door in, Lola, who was leaning on the door frame, kept frowning at him.