At this moment, Zhang Liguo was completely stunned.

Previously, he ran up to me and shot Luo Dahai in the back. At first, he wanted to use this shot to attract Luo Dahai's attention, but the facts told him that guns are really useless against dead bodies.

Zhang Liguo's gun is a 54 domestic pistol issued by the bureau. Although the power is not too amazing, according to common sense, if he shoots at the back of a human body, the bullet will inevitably penetrate a few centimeters into the body.

But there was nothing strange about Luo Dahai. The place where he was hit by the bullet had a hole in his clothes. Using the light, you could clearly see the white mark where Luo Dahai was shot.

A single shot made a white mark?! It didn’t even penetrate the skin?! Is this possible?!

"Uncle Zhang, come here and help!!! The wood is going to die!!"

I started to roll my eyes after being tortured like this. I felt so drowsy that I felt really uncomfortable. I just felt that I would fall asleep at any time, and maybe I would have to sleep for a long time.

There were no last words like those in novels, nor memories before death in movies. I only had one thought.

Am I going to die?! Zhou Yan, you beast! What kind of job did you give me?!

Suddenly, my right hand seemed to hit something hard, and I subconsciously touched it lightly with my fingers. It seemed to be the gong of joy I wore around my waist...
Chapter completed!