"Come on, get a good shot of this over here." Mu Zhiyang holding a shield, asked the crime scene technician to carefully photograph the dent on the shield.
The dent was made by a bullet, exactly at the transparent upper part, not very obvious, but it was indeed hit at close range. Judging by the height of the shield, Tian Xiang's shot was pretty accurate, likely aiming for Mu Zhiyang's neck or chin.
Right at the spots without protection.
"That was a really accurate shot. Very dangerous," Zheng Tianxin also came up to the scene and looked at Mu Zhiyang's shield.
Mu Zhiyang smiled and said, "I'm wearing a bulletproof vest, I only need to protect my head, if he aimed for the legs, maybe it would have made a difference, but I've been hit by bullets before, much tougher than this measly Type 77, it would be impressive if it could even slow me down."