The robbers inside the bank vault had already heard the commotion outside. As soon as the leader of the robbers came out, he saw the scene before him, his eyes narrowed, and he immediately realized what was happening.
He quickly raised his 911 pistol and aimed it at Yang Feng's back. With a bang, a golden bullet flew out of the black muzzle, turning into a sharp streak of light.
"Hmm?" Yang Feng had already noticed and quickly turned around, his spiritual power ready to erupt at any moment to block the bullets coming from behind.
It's just a bullet; at most, it'll cause a minor injury that will heal within a day, without even leaving a scar.
Just as he turned around, a beautiful figure suddenly rushed in front of him and blocked the golden bullet.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still.
He never expected that someone would take a bullet for him...
The bullet pierced Xia Yumo's abdomen, penetrating her organs and causing her immense pain. She collapsed to the ground, her light blue dress instantly stained with blood.
Yang Feng didn't catch her. Instead, he picked up the 911 pistol from the ground, which the lookout had been holding, and fired five shots in quick succession, taking away the four robbers inside.
The leader of the robbers suffered the worst, receiving two shots to the head in quick succession. The method of killing was extremely cruel, with both eyes being blown out.
Blood instantly stained their faces, and the four of them collapsed, motionless, dead in pools of blood.
Yang Feng tossed aside his pistol, walked to Xia Yumo's side, gently helped her up, and said in a very calm voice:
"Why did you take a bullet for me?"
“I…I was kidnapped before…didn’t you save my life…now I’m saving your life, and I’m returning the favor…”
Before she could finish speaking, Xia Yumo's eyes could no longer hold on and she slowly closed them.
"I don't need your help. Coming in to take a bullet for me only hinders my mission. Ugh~"
Yang Feng gently shook his head and pressed his finger on her injured area, transmitting spiritual energy into her body.
One of the system's tasks is to ensure the lives of everyone present. If she dies at this moment, it will be considered a failure.
Suddenly, something within her caused Yang Feng's spiritual energy to be absorbed into her body like a flowing river.
"Um?"
Yang Feng frowned slightly, and withdrew his hand in surprise. Looking at Xia Yumo, whose face was pale, he was very puzzled as to what had just happened.
Finally, still confused, he magically produced a super bandage, tore open the fabric at the muzzle of her shirt, and stuck it directly onto the area.
Super bandages also provide excellent healing for gun muzzles and can stop bleeding.
Spiritual energy is used to repair damaged organs.
Just then, the sound of sirens came from not far away, and police cars hurriedly stopped in front of the bank.
Immediately, more than a dozen police officers rushed in. Without the slightest hesitation, they all pointed their guns at Yang Feng, who was closest to them, where there were guns at his feet.
"Is that you?" The voice came, and then a man stepped out from among a dozen police officers, his eyes sharp.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 582 Ye Aotian Reappears!
Such despicable tactics!
As someone who had studied Chinese, Han Shasha naturally understood what it meant. Her expression suddenly darkened, and she became extremely gloomy.
A barely perceptible glint of coldness flashed in his eyes, but it quickly vanished into indifference.
"Chinese instructor, I don't understand what you mean, nor do I want to understand. This is not your great nation of China, but Jordan. Please take care of yourself!"
Han Shasha said indifferently, then immediately turned around and walked back to the Jordanian special forces team, no longer looking at Yang Feng's Chinese team.
Yang Feng and Liang Yekai saw all of this, and after exchanging a glance, they probably knew the truth as well.
"Damn it, this woman is too arrogant! She can change her face in an instant. She really is the most vicious woman!" Liang Ye shouted angrily, his voice seemingly sparking with rage.
Yang Feng remained calm as he looked at Han Shasha in the Jordanian team. His heart was not moved at all. His main concern was winning the championship for the Chinese special forces; nothing else mattered.
But if a fight really broke out, he alone could cause a huge disturbance here. However, considering Liang Yekai and the others, he could only remain silent.
The precision shooting project is about to begin.
Yang Feng surrounded himself with a group of Chinese special forces soldiers and, drawing on his knowledge of mercenaries' firearms, began to teach them.
It should be noted that he possesses the professional skills of a mercenary, although not as strong as the assassination and killing skills of a killer, but still extraordinary.
"I finally understand that saying: 'A single conversation with a wise man is worth more than ten years of study.' I've benefited immensely!" Long Xukun exclaimed, as if his understanding of firearms had greatly improved.
Everyone nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at Yang Feng.
As the competition began, special forces representatives from various countries sent their representatives to participate in the precision shooting event.
Yang Feng sat in the chair, quietly closing his eyes to rest. As for accurate shooting with firearms, that could only rely on their own skills.
Moreover, each of them is a Yellow-rank expert, possessing extraordinary eyesight and adaptability.
Therefore, he was still very reassured.
The ranking is probably first or second.
Just then, a gaze seemed to lock onto Yang Feng, flashing with a cold glint.