DC Tyrant

The salty sea breeze blew on everyone's faces, the squeaking clothes were flapping against them, and the dim light was swaying, bringing a bit of consternation to this eerily quiet scene.

"What the **** is this?"

Hank glanced at the Colt Python revolver in his hand, in disbelief.

This scene is really mind blowing.

Since the appearance of firearms and bullets, I have never heard of anyone who can scratch sparks with their fingernails.

"I must be dazzled."

"Hank, do you have crossed eyes?"

"The girls in the red light district sucked you dry?"

"Hank, your marksmanship shoots air?"

Hank's subordinates questioned Hank in surprise, and subconsciously thought it was Hank's problem.

It was Hank who shot crookedly and put too much effort on the girls, causing the kidney deficiency-eyed cockfighting to shoot crookedly.

As for the sparks or something, it was the eyes of himself and others.

In the face of things beyond common sense, people will always subconsciously find a reasonable explanation point.

"Shut up, you idiots."

Hank scolded angrily, don't you know how to shoot, even if you use too much force on the girls, you won't be able to hit even a fixed target.

Things are a little weird, the sea breeze is blowing a little bit.

The housekeeper covered his own Master Mario and stepped back, staring at Bardi, his eyes were both shocked and disbelieving, and some even suspected that he was dizzy.

"What the **** are you?"

Hank squinted his eyes fiercely, his fierce expression suppressed his inner shock, and the Colt python revolver in his hand stretched out a little again and pointed at Bardi.

"boom!"

He shot again, gunpowder smoke came out of the gun chamber, the runner turned a little, time seemed to make people feel slow, and the bullet was pushed out by the thrust of the explosion.

This time, they stared and looked at Badi intently.

I saw Bardi slowly stretch his hand forward, and the bullet just met the nail on the other side of the upper **** again.

The bullet swirled with a scorching red light, leaving a trail in the air, and it spun again and hit Badi's middle fingernail. A little bit of nail clippings were scraped off by the rotation of the bullet, accompanied by a flash of fire.

It's almost like the sparks from sawing steel with a chainsaw.

Finally, the bullet was guided by the force of Badi's fingers, slanted to the side, made a slight thud, and fell into the sea; and his nails were also scratched by the bullet to form sharp angles.

Buddy nodded, satisfied.

In this way, it takes almost 4 bullets to trim a nail, the left and right sides, then cut off the top, and smooth the rough edge, perfect.

This time, all the people here saw Badi's stunt of sharpening nails with bullets.

The two groups of people sucked in a breath of cold air in unison, and absurd thoughts could not help but arise in their hearts.

"How is this possible?"

"I'm sure I'm not dazzled this time."

"He literally caught the bullet with his fingernails."

"Impossible, impossible."

"What kind of monster is this."

Everyone was terrified and couldn't help looking at each other, looking at Badi as if looking at an alien.

Of course, Badi is fundamentally an alien.

The whistling sea breeze simply cooled them to the core, making the bones soft and crisp.

The housekeeper hurriedly backed away, covering his young master again, with a look of horror in his eyes. He had never seen anyone who could block a bullet.

The bullets were just scraped off with a fingernail.

This is so **** scary, it's not human at all!

Hank Xiongzhuang's body trembled, and he took a step back in fright, and his pupils were full of fright.

Really... can stop bullets?

This daunting Russian man couldn't help feeling chills in his heart, especially when he took the initiative to shoot such a monster that could scrape bullets with his fingernails.

Hank was chilled by the sea breeze, and he had goose bumps all over his body. He had never felt the chill of the Gotham sea breeze at this moment.

After all, Hank has gone through too many vicissitudes, it can't scare me, you can't scare me!

Although he was a little weak and trembling.

But after thinking about it, I have already offended this monster, so I can't sit still and wait for death.

He gritted his teeth, his face changed from fierce to fierce, and his eyes were fierce.

His Colt Python revolver, which had been dangling gradually, was lifted again, and the continuous 'bang bang bang' shot out several bullets.

"Fire!"

Hank roared fiercely. As the leader of a gang, he obviously has considerable leadership skills.

Although his subordinates often tease and ridicule each other, this is just a commonplace ridicule. When there is a crisis, his leadership will naturally emerge, and his subordinates will naturally obey him.

His subordinates just hesitated for a moment, and their expressions suddenly changed from shocked to fierce, and they shot directly.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

In the cold night and the sea breeze, the sound of guns and guns suddenly rang out.

The barrage poured down instantly.

Bardi smiled slightly, and his right hand moved at an extreme speed, like a phantom. When the bullet came, he greeted it with his nails.

The clear sound of metal slashing was suddenly accompanied by the sound of gunfire, and sparks splattered in front of Bardi, each bullet trimmed his sturdy nails.

Countless sparks sputtered and danced in front of Badi, as if forming a shield, and bullets could not enter him at all.

Every sound of cutting sparks brought great fear to the shooter.

"What kind of monster are you??"

Their eyes are getting bigger and bigger, their hearts are getting colder and colder, and they can't help screaming.

The AK47's gunshots were loud and continuous, and their hearts sank more and more.

After repairing the nails on his right hand, Bardi glanced slightly, feeling good, then stretched out his left hand and continued to brush sparks.

The sound of sawing steel was harsher than the sound of bullets, and the bullets bursting with sparks were hopeless.

After the nails of both fingers were repaired, Badi stood still, took a dozen bullets in one hand, and protected the test tube. After the bullets were not broken, he remained motionless and endured at least nearly 200 bullets. after baptism.

The gunfire gradually stopped, and everyone knew that the person in front of him could not be beaten to death.

Not only to catch bullets, but to be completely invulnerable to steel, it is useless to shoot anywhere.

The smell of a lot of gunpowder rose instantly, and the strong was blown by the sea.

Everyone looked at each other, their faces overwhelmed with fear.

Buddy picked up a slightly hot bullet in his hand, flicked his finger, and the bullet flew into the oil drum with a screeching sound.

"boom"

Just like shooting a bullet, the oil barrel suddenly bent and dented in a strange way, and was carried away by the impact of the bullet, flying to a distance of more than ten meters.

Before the suitcase containing the money on the oil drum fell to the ground, it was ejected by Badi with a bullet, and the box was accurately shot and closed, and the box fell to the ground with a bang.

After showing his strength, Badi's eyes aggressively swept across each of their faces, making them panic.

"I need some dogs to do my errands."