The Domestic Hero

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"Boss Wang Yan, what you said is true?" The Secret Service team members were stunned. The 95 muzzle's bullet reached a velocity of 930 meters per second. The dynamic vision of ordinary people is simply not enough to capture such a fast and tiny warhead.

Even Wang Yan, who has greatly improved his physical fitness, cannot avoid bullets within a distance of just twenty or thirty meters.

In fact, when fighting blood servants before, they escaped rifle bullets. But at that time, the other party was far away from him, and only one person had a gun. Judging the various forms in advance, there is no problem if you dodge a large amount.

"Try it." Wang Yan twisted his body and his bones crackled. After a warm-up just now, I feel very well.

"Okay, okay." The Secret Service staff swallowed and ran to apply for a few 95 rifles and a large box of rubber bullets.

The four secret agents wear protective clothing and protective helmets.

"Click click!"

A series of bolts rang and the bullet was loaded.

One of the secret agents said: "Boss Wang Yan, you can try to avoid it first." He stood fifteen meters away, holding the gun in an extremely standard posture.

"boom!"

At the same time as the fire from the muzzle fired, Wang Yan's body flicked slightly, and the bullet flew across his chest, hitting the shock-absorbing wall with a thud.

The speed of the sub-bore is up to 3,000 kilometers per hour at close range, and tennis cannon are completely two concepts.

His dynamic vision can only barely capture a trace of afterimage. The reason why he can avoid it is to capture the moment when the secret agent pulled the trigger.

"It's amazing!" A few secret agents marveled.

"Da da da!"

Another three consecutive shots, the three bullets struck Wang Yan in a ladder shape. Wang Yan slipped half a step, and two of them escaped. The last one hit his chest directly.

"Boom!" Wang Yan felt as if he was punched hard, and he took a small step back, and his chest felt a little painful. The rubber bullet went out obliquely and fell more than ten meters away.

"Boss Wang Yan, are you okay?" The Secret Service team members became nervous.

"It's okay." Wang Yan took off his T-shirt, exposing his strong chest. You can clearly see the place hit by the rubber warhead, the skin is a little sunken, and a little bluish purple rises in a little while.

"Huh! Sure enough, it's difficult to hide the bullet." Wang Yan frowned slightly. He still couldn't capture the trajectory of the trajectory. He could only prejudge the moment the other party shot.

And without wearing protective clothing, the rubber bullets shot at high speed still hurt him. This is also due to Wang Yan's tight muscles, and the trabecular bones supporting the bones are very dense and strong.

Instead of being hit by rubber bullets, ordinary people will definitely be overturned to the ground and temporarily lose their mobility. Rubber bullets are often used to suppress riots, and the stopping ability is still very strong.

After thinking for tens of seconds, Wang Yan said, "Come again."

The four logistic staff looked at each other and started shooting in turns.

Da da da ~

In the training room, crisp gunshots continued.

In less than two minutes, Wang Yan was hit by more than ten bullets. Chests, thighs, and arms all had bruises. This made him a little depressed, if he couldn't escape the bullet, it would be too insecure.

This is the rubber bullet used. Imagine it. If a group of gangsters shoot themselves at you with a chaotic gun and the protection jade pendant explodes, then it is their death.

It's hard to get here today, Wang Yan doesn't want to die in the hands of a group of gunmen. The first step is to remove the threat of ordinary firearms.

But the dynamic vision is not enough, and the nerve response speed is slightly worse.

Could it be said that it is necessary to improve oneself in order to achieve this?

The unwilling Wang Yan experimented again a few times. But the ensuing result added more than ten bruises to himself. Fortunately, he has a strong physique and outstanding recovery ability.

Where the silt is accumulating, the blue and purple are constantly dissipating.

"Young man, it's wrong for you to do this." The voice of a bird of prey sounded at the door of the training room.

Wang Yan looked sideways, his face dull. But the corpse man was carrying his hands and squeezed a smiling face towards him, but his cheek bones were stiff and his face was gloomy. I feel a smile when I look at it.

What makes Wang Yan even colder is that the corpse Taoist changed the appearance of the old black robe today. The hair was straightened, and the shiny back brushed his big back. The clothes changed, wearing a gray suit and a golden tie.

He also pretended to wear a Rolex gold watch, and put a jade finger on his finger.

The whole person is very nondescript. Even Wang Yan wondered what psychological trauma this old monster suffered, and even dressed up in such a nondescript manner to retaliate against society! ?

"Little brother, the old man thought about it carefully." The corpse man 'yin laughed' and walked stiffly. "As an old member of the National African Affairs Bureau, I should not indulge in my old world all day. Rather, we must connect with the world and establish a profound revolutionary friendship with our young colleagues. Brother Wang Yan, let's go clubbing after work. "

Soak, soak! ?

Wang Yan heard that the sweat pores were all erected, took a towel and wiped the sweat, said with gratitude, "This ... Senior, I have an appointment today after work ..." Go and soak with this old monster, Build friendship. It's just an international joke! ? Also, where did the old monster learn the word clubbing?

The corpse man shrugged with a "sad" look on his face: "That would be a shame, I would have liked to point out your little brother's technique of hiding bullets." Then, he gestured to the secret agent and indicated that the other party was heading towards himself gun.

The secret agent was also quite unhappy, and thought about it, then quickly pulled the trigger. Da da da, a series of more than ten bullets poured down on the corpse man, covering him up, down, left and right.

The secret service members of the elite special forces have reached the point where the use of firearms is perfect, and they have already calculated the opponent's ability to hide bullets. This kind of overlaid mesh attack cannot be avoided even if the other party's entanglement and flashbacks are more severe.

Unexpectedly, the corpse man's stiff face twitched a ugly smile, and his hands were calm and calm. I didn't see him expand any field, but his body twisted slightly, and the whole person was blurred for a moment.

"Bullbull ~"

More than ten speeding rubber warheads all fell empty and hit the deceleration wall.

"Ding Dang Dang ~" The metal shell shattered on the floor, making a series of crisp sounds.

The secret agent looked dull and looked at this scene in disbelief. How can this be! ? Obviously he has covered his whole body, and he hasn't watched him move in a hurry ... He hasn't even moved a half step.

This is too weird. Did the body become nothing when the bullet hit the corpse man? The rest of the Secret Service members also seemed to have seen a ghost.

Wang Yan's brows were slightly wrinkled, and those secret agents, no matter how powerful, did not break away from the limit of human ability. But he is different from those secret agents, both static vision and dynamic vision are far beyond the limits of ordinary people.

At that moment, the corpse man made several movements, almost squeezing perfectly through the gap covered by the bullet. But the question is, how exactly does he judge the bullet trajectory?

It is impossible to dodge the moment when the other party pulls the trigger, but it really captures the selection sequence and trajectory of each bullet, and then drills through the gap with the smallest movement.

He moved too fast, and the movement was small. So in the eyes of ordinary people with weak dynamic vision, they can only see his body blurred for a moment.

How did he do it? Wang Yan frowned, unable to figure it out. Could it be said ... that the strength of this old monster has reached such an incredible level?

Several secret agents also took away the contempt for the corpses, and their eyes revealed admiration. The soldiers are the most admirable of their strength.

"Unfortunately, unfortunately, little brother Wang Yan has no time, so he can only make an appointment next time." The corpse man smiled lightly with his hands on his back. Then he turned and walked outside.

Pretend ~ You just try hard.

Wang Yan shouted hard, "Senior wait a minute."

"What's the matter with the little brother?" The corpse man looked back in surprise.

Wang Yan leaned up and said sincerely: "Respecting the elderly and loving the young, respecting the seniors is a fine tradition of our China country. You are always the seniors of our National African Bureau. As a junior, I should take the initiative to establish with the seniors Deep revolutionary friendship! "

Although Wang Yan knew very well the idea of ​​the corpse man hitting his own blood, but this skill of hiding bullets must be learned.

"Don't you make an appointment?" The corpse man grinned. That expression looks like a weasel about to steal the chicken.

Uh ... Wang Yan laughed, then pretended to be a bourgeois, and said: "If you have the opportunity to make contact with your seniors, even the big things have to be pushed."

"Then can we go clubbing?" The corpse man smiled a little proudly.

"Now this?" Wang Yan looked at the time in surprise, "Have you not opened the door yet?"

"I know a family has opened the door." The corpse man laughed, "You don't worry, I don't mean anything else, I just want to establish a revolutionary friendship with young colleagues. I don't want to be too outdated to keep up with the world."

"How could the seniors hurt me? Ha ha, everyone is a colleague of the National African Affairs Bureau." Wang Yan said with a smile, "Since the seniors have a place, then wait for me for a moment and go together after a bath."

He is not afraid of the corpse people who dare to deal with himself. The rules of the National African Bureau are not vegetarian. What's more, he is not muddy.

Then Wang Yan took a bath and took the little ferret with the corpses to go for a dip. But Wang Yan is also quite puzzled. Where can I go to soak in the blue sky?

A taxi, twenty minutes later.

Wang Yan was wearing a peaked cap and sunglasses, holding a small ferret in his arms, and then looked at the place where the corpse-man called clubbing with cold sweat.

Some rundown signboards have a few words on them, "Weimin Internet Cafe"!

Internet, Internet cafe!

Go for it!

For a time, Wang Yan was messy in the wind.

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