Chapter 272
Shock
Chapter 272 Shock
Ever since Jiang Yao obtained the golden finger, those who had dealt with him, such as Carpenter Xu, Grandma Long, or Master Tian Wu, although they had some real skills, their bodies were very fragile.
Strictly speaking, what Section Chief Yan said was not wrong. Most of the unorthodox people might be able to stab someone from behind, but if they were to fight head-on, they really wouldn't be able to withstand a single bullet.
Perhaps because he didn't want Jiang Yao to misunderstand and make him unhappy, Section Chief Yan did not look serious when he spoke. He even deliberately kept smiling to make himself look more friendly.
But even so, after Jiang Yao heard these words, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
"Do you have a gun with you?" After a brief silence, he looked directly at Section Chief Yan and asked.
"We will definitely not bring any weapons when we come to visit you, Mr. Jiang." Although he was a little confused about what Jiang Yao meant by this, after Chief Yan and Yan Ling looked at each other, he still shrugged and responded.
"Don't you have a gun? It doesn't matter, I have one!" Jiang Yao smiled without commenting.
Like a magic trick, he flipped his hand and a big black star appeared in his hand.
He pulled out the magazine and checked it. Then, holding the gun with one hand, he pointed it directly at his temple from a distance of about 20 to 30 centimeters.
"Mr. Jiang, you..." This sudden scene made Section Chief Yan confused and at a loss as to what to do.
If Jiang Yao was panicked and frightened by what he and Yan Ling had just said, and wanted to commit suicide by shooting himself, then it would be understandable.
But the problem is, Jiang Yao in front of him was always calm and composed, and there was no trace of panic on his face. Is it possible for him to take out a gun and end it himself?
"Not everyone who knows the unorthodox magic is weak and can be knocked down by a single gunshot!" With a faint smile on his face, Jiang Yao pulled the trigger.
With a "bang", the bullet flew out of the chamber.
The next moment, he raised his other hand as fast as lightning to block the bullet.
He wanted to boastfully say 'All martial arts in the world are indestructible except for speed', but unfortunately, something went wrong.
His hand did not catch the bullet, but instead let it hit him directly in the head.
If Jiang Yao had not yet entered the Bone Tempering Realm, this bullet would be a little dangerous.
After all, there is not much flesh on the head, it is basically made up of bones.
It was like someone flicked my head with a finger. I just felt a slight pain, and then, with a "ding-dong" sound, the bullet fell on the floor tiles under my feet.
He stretched out his hand to grab the bullet, and for a moment, he didn't know whether to stop or retract it.
In order to hide his embarrassment, he pulled the trigger repeatedly, directly emptying all the bullets in the Black Star pistol in his hand.
But this time, Jiang Yao didn't need to hold the bullet with his fingers, but instead used his palm to block the muzzle of the gun.
"Bang, bang, bang..." Several gunshots were heard in succession.
This time, he made no mistakes and withdrew his palm and spread it out flat.
All seven bullets were lying quietly in the palm of his hand.
"Chief Yan, those evil sorcerers you mentioned might really be killed with just one bullet."
"But to me, guns and other things are no different from firewood sticks."
"When guns can hardly cause much harm to me, do you think those so-called armed robbers can still pose a threat to me?"
The Black Star pistol with an empty magazine disappeared as Jiang Yao flipped his hand.
The bullets on his other palm slowly turned over and fell to the ground with a "ding ding ding" sound.
"How can this be?"
"How can a flesh and blood body resist bullets? This is unscientific and does not conform to normal logic at all."
"Magic, this must be magic. Mr. Jiang, you are a magician. The gun just now must be a prop, right?"
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When Section Chief Yan saw this scene, his face was full of horror. An egg could be easily stuffed into his big mouth.
Even after sitting down, Yan Ling, who had been covering her lower abdomen and staring at Jiang Yao fiercely, couldn't control herself. After a scream, she squatted down and began to check the bullets that fell on the ground.
"If you think this is magic, then just treat it as magic."
"Also, let me remind you that the idea that the weaker one is right doesn't work with me." "When facing a strong person, remember to always maintain the necessary humility, otherwise, you will die!"
With an indifferent expression, Jiang Yao stared coldly at Yan Ling for a while, then turned his gaze to Chief Yan, who had calmed down a little: "Those who have power should naturally be respected, Chief Yan, don't you agree?"
"I have shown a little bit of my strength, so I hope you can also put yourselves in the right position."
"Didn't you say you wanted to cooperate with me? Don't play tricks on me. Just tell me how we can cooperate!"
As he spoke, he stepped on several bullets that had fallen on the ground.
It seemed like a simple move without much effort, but by the time he retracted his foot, the conical bullet had been pressed against the ground and turned into a small copper cake.
Section Chief Yan couldn't estimate what kind of terrifying power was needed to achieve this level.
Originally, he had just closed his mouth and seemed to have calmed down a little, but now he was speechless again.
After a long while, he looked complicated, sighed, and spoke again: "We underestimated you, Mr. Jiang."
"No wonder those SAS guys and those mercenary teams disappeared silently once they entered your villa."
"To be honest, Yan Ling and I came to visit you because of Luo's Metal."
"According to the information we received, this substance has extraordinary properties and can be perfectly integrated with any metal..."
"Stop!" Feeling a little puzzled, Jiang Yao interrupted Chief Yan with a puzzled look on his face: "What is Roche Metal?"
After a moment of hesitation, Section Chief Yan quickly explained, "Didn't your personal assistant Cheng Feier bring a strange stone to Luo Haisheng for testing a dozen or twenty days ago?"
"Luo Haisheng discovered an unknown metal element from the stone and separated it out."
"Because he was the first to discover this thing, he named this element Rochemetal."
At this point, he paused and continued, "We have never seen this substance in person, so we don't know its specific properties."
"We only know that if this thing is used in military industry, the high-tech weapon that originally existed only in theory may become a reality."
"Mr. Jiang, you are also a federal citizen. Although you have experienced some bad things in your country, I believe that you must love your country very much and hope to see your motherland become stronger and truly rise."
"So, this Roche metal..."
At this point, Section Chief Yan hesitated, stopped talking, and looked towards Jiang Yao.
Although he didn't finish his words, he believed that Jiang Yao would definitely understand what he meant.
"It's Luo Metal. Why did Luo Haisheng name this thing?"
"He is just a man seeking fame and reputation. It is just a piece of stone the size of a finger, and I gave it to him. How much of that metal can he separate?"
"With the little stock he has, it will probably be all used up after one or two experiments. Without this thing, he is nothing."
Jiang Yao curled his lips, looked unhappy, and snorted coldly.
Then, he flipped his palm, and a piece of gravel the size of a finger appeared in the palm of his hand.
"Old Yan, it is true that I love my country, but I am not sure whether the country loves me."
"I still have some of that Roche metal you mentioned. If you want it, I can give it to you. I love my country and want to make it stronger."
"But I risked my life to get those things. Don't talk to me about dedication. I'm not that great."
"So, before I hand the things over to you, I need to see your sincerity. What do you think?"
Playing with the stone in his hand, Jiang Yao smiled meaningfully and said.
To be honest, this thing is not of much use in his storage space except being stored at the bottom of the box.
He was not short of money, and he actually lived a very comfortable life in Hong Kong. However, he always had a wanted warrant on him, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
The sincerity he mentioned must have been referring to this aspect, but he just didn't say it explicitly.
(End of this chapter)