"Jingle bell." The pistol's repeated bursts of fire made a sound like a popping bean, the dim light, the light was not bright enough, the marksmanship was not skilled, every good gunner was fed with yellow and clear copper bullets, and most of the police officers did not have many opportunities to make guns, in China, a country with serious gun control, the vast majority of crime cases can be solved with a stun gun, where there are many opportunities to use real guns.

This also led to the fact that the marksmanship of the police officers needed to be improved, and each of the ten police officers fired two shots, and the bullets whistled, and the sharp sound cut through the air, forming a cone-shaped fluid, and the sound of entering the flesh.

"Po", a bullet hit the shoulder blade of the shoulder, a burst of blood mist sprayed out from behind Wang Anming, the clothes were shredded, and some of them were absorbed into the muscle cavities, and the other few rounds grazed the corners of Wang Anming's clothes, and the others didn't know where they were hit.

"Ding." A shot hit the iron pot that burned the clams in the barbecue city, and a small eye was drilled.

The other few shots hit the concrete floor, leaving several circular spider web-like damages, and the middle bowl-shaped wound opening, which was the result of the rotation after the bullet hit, and the scientific and technological progress of mankind, the destructive power of thermal weapons has also increased.

The appearance of rifling made the bullet rotate and hit the target, and when it entered an eye, the rotating bullet caused a cavity in the muscle group, and the rear looked like a small hollow, Wang Anming strode to dodge, "He......" The beast roar sounded in his throat, and the injury of the shoulder being penetrated did not make him stagnate.

He was no longer a pure human, but an inhuman monster, some kind of higher creature, some kind of creature that had gone further on the path of evolution.

For Wang Anming now, pain will not make him painful, but excited, the blood leaves his body, without the slightest pain, his facial expression will not be distorted in the slightest, and his mood will not have any negative changes, only excitement and comfort.

Crushing the bones and torsos of weak creatures with a strong body, so that he feels real pleasure from the deepest part of his body and mind, where his instincts are, he has already conquered the pain of the flesh and walked towards a higher path of evolution, and it is said that when the saint ascends, he will inevitably go through the five decays of heaven and man, and before the five decays of heaven and man, the path of sanctification.

One of them is to conquer endless suffering, even if the ancient people did not have enough research on biology, they also knew that pain can promote biological evolution and reach a higher level, modern hospitals, have long had a deep understanding of pain, the pain sensation caused by nociceptive stimuli acting on the body is pain, and the body's pain response to nocical stimuli is the same.

These are the body's natural defensive protective responses, and some in the scientific community predict that when the human body evolves to a higher direction, it will first increase its tolerance to pain, and secondly, its libido will decrease.

Wang Anming has conquered the pain, his wound quickly stopped bleeding, a large number of white blood cells gathered around the gunshot wound, several times the collection of ordinary platelets, the blood is stopped, damaged, repaired, adapted, evolved, the cells began to divide rapidly, and the recovery time of the wound, according to the current rate, is less than one-fifth of the original.

As a high-level creature, Wang Anming's instinct, which had been degraded, was revived, and the attack was dominant, forcing him to keep attacking, and his reason was also fading, "Quick, kill!" The child's voice is immature, the singing voice of the siren is average, and the whispering of the succubus is general, which is full of temptation, so that Wang Anming continues to sink into it.

In order to make up for the lack of strength, human beings began to work the movements, deepening their familiarity with the skills, so, there are martial arts all over the world, Huaxia as a representative, the number of kung fu is countless, however, the original purpose is to make up for the lack of strength, when the strength reaches a certain level, no matter how complicated the skills, no matter how profound the operation, it will not be so effective.

Wang Anming is like this, as a diligent office worker, his body lacks exercise, large and small diseases are tormented all the time, everything is different, he is no longer weak, the muscle group begins to become dense, and it is combined in a more perfect way.

The human brain is a wonderful product, it operates on the basis of the quantum level, each brain is the same as each other but distinct, each has its own characteristics, without exception, each person's brain has a limit on its own body, and the limit of brain protection is to ensure that the human body does not exceed the limits of various tolerances under any circumstances.

Wang Anming's muscles not only evolved to a higher degree, but also lifted more restrictions, he jumped lightly and fell three meters away, "Zhang Ming, run!" As soon as Li Mingli's shout entered his ears, his fist was imprinted on his chest, and the huge force came, his limbs trembled, and he couldn't fight, Zhang Ming's body flew high and fell heavily.

Like a kite with a broken string, "Click." His sternum was shattered, and was shattered by Wang Anming's punch, dense bone fragments shot out, several fragments pierced the heart, ribs were broken, and an oblique pierced into the lungs, Zhang Ming's eyes looked at the sky blankly, the pistol had already been taken out of his hand, and he didn't know where it fell.

"Ahem, ahem." Zhang Ming coughed a few times, he knew that his young life was constantly passing, the black and red blood coming out of his mouth was mixed with fragments of organs, two meters away, Zhao Xiaojun flew over, one hand gently held up Zhang Ming's head, one hand groped in his chest, tears flowed, and the twenty-year-old man in the prime of life cried a little.

"The horse bureau, penetrating injury, sternum shattered, can't save !!" "Uh-huh......" Zhao Xiaojun was crying in pain, Ma Jun heard it, his nose was sour, and his heart was surging with anger, Zhang Ming had only been a policeman for two years! This is his dream since he was a child, wearing a police uniform, guarding the law and order, and solving all kinds of cases, how high-spirited.

I remember that at a celebration banquet, the horse bureau smiled and said that Zhang Ming said: "I have to live in peace for half a year!" There's no case for you juniors, hahahahaha! Listening to Ma Jun's hearty words, Zhang Ming looked directly into Ma Jun's eyes, his expression was serious and serious, "I hope that this hot land will always be peaceful and peaceful!" "All kinds of cases, never happen!" It's not loud, but it's very penetrating.

Several tables of men who were originally drunk and red-faced stopped and looked at the place where Zhang Ming was, this sentence said to everyone's heart, no one is willing to risk the life and death of criminal suspects, residents live and work in peace and contentment, and live happily, which is the best reward for every public security officer.

A group of police officers, a group of public security officers, their merits do not lie in how many cases they solve, how many medals they wear on their chests, a city, the city they guard, only need harmony and tranquility.

"Well said, Yu Gong, we are the public servants of the people, the defenders of the law, Yu Private, we may be good husbands or good fathers, may Huailan City be peaceful forever! To the people! Respects Zhang Ming! Done! After drinking the mellow wine, the expressions of the people at the table were clear, full of beautiful fantasies about a harmonious city.

And all of this has nothing to do with Zhang Ming, he has left the prosperous world permanently, his pale face, his eyes are not blind, he is unwilling, and he is nostalgic.

"What the hell are you! Bastard! All police officers, find your seat! Shoot at will, shoot and kill! Killed! The police officers present witnessed Zhang Ming's departure, and the grief and anger accumulated in their hearts were completely ignited, "Die!" Die! Li Mingli whispered in his mouth, the gun in his hand, three points and one line, fired four shots in a row.

Wang Anming flashed left and right, the bullets broke through the air, the body movement reached the limit, the bullets grazed the air, fell into the air, and there was still a sound in his throat, the dense bullet rain made him unable to move forward, he could only keep dodging, the horse bureau saw that the situation was not improving, and commanded again, "All police officers, cross shooting, one shot in ten seconds, suppress the target's range of action, Li Mingli and Lin Dong stopped shooting, sought opportunities, and must kill with one blow!" ”

"Yes, Director."

"Ding Tian! Ding Tian! Yang Junsheng's voice was still trembling, and he sat on the hood, because Ding Tian had only been in the company for two months, he didn't have a gun license, so he could only watch dryly, and his heart was also on fire, he heard the voice, "Brother Yang, you don't have much trouble, right?" You say I can do something, I see that I'm dying. He rubbed his hands together, impatient.

Yang Junsheng stretched out his fingers, pointed to the horse bureau, and pointed to the green belt not far away, the gesture changed, compared to the shape of the gun, Ding Tian comprehended, quietly walked to the green belt, his body fell to the ground, through the dim light, slowly groped, and started, a cold, metal reflection, faint cold light, "Found it!" Ding Tian's heart was overjoyed, and he quietly touched back to the director's side.

"Horse Bureau! Yang Junsheng said he wanted a gun! Ding Tian's words were not loud, the sound frequency was very low, and Ma Ju could hear it clearly when the gun rang out, "He wants a gun?" What the hell do civilians want guns! When will it be time to play! Before the word laughed out, Ma Ju remembered Yang Junsheng's self-introduction.

"I'm Yang Junsheng, retired from special forces!" Yang Junsheng smiled at the moment, unexpectedly, he could touch the gun again.