Chapter 13 Monster Ah

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"Who the hell are you?"

Xue Tu wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with utter shock.

Yang Fei still stood in his original spot and didn't pursue.

He shrugged his shoulders languidly and said, "Didn't you just say it? All Huaxia soldiers are rotten tomatoes and stinky eggs."

"I just happen to be the stinkiest egg of them all."

"Cough cough, so you are also..."

Xue Tu coughed twice, covering his mouth, but blood still streamed from the corner of his lips.

His eyes turned incredibly ferocious, "Since that's the case, then go to hell!"

He suddenly reached to his lower back, and a Colt M1911 appeared in his hand.

His gun barrel brushed against the seam of his trousers, safety off, and the dark muzzle aimed at Yang Fei like lightning.

"Ah!"

Feng Cai'er screamed in fright.

Just at that moment, she felt lighter as Yang Fei abruptly pulled her aside, dragging her swiftly.

The next second, the dark muzzle of the gun was pressed against Yang Fei's forehead.

However, his right middle finger was already firmly pressing against the trigger of the Colt in the opposite direction.

Xue Tu could never have imagined that Yang Fei's actions would be so fast.

It was almost in the blink of an eye; he was in front of Xue Tu, his middle finger against the trigger, locked in a struggle.

Such speed was nearly like instantaneous movement!

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the scene unfolding before them.

For ordinary people, such a scene could only be seen in a Hollywood blockbuster.

Who could imagine such a thrilling police and criminal confrontation happening right beside them?

"Die!"

The fingers of the two were locked on the trigger of the handgun for an instant.

Xue Tu let out an enraged roar, exerting all his strength to pull the trigger.

This time, it was unexpectedly light, but even though the trigger was pulled, it was empty.

Xue Tu looked down and was startled to find that a perfectly good handgun had turned into nothing more than a brass trigger in his hand.

"Dang dang dang dang, your gun is here!"

Yang Fei stepped back two paces, the dozen or so handgun parts in his hand, along with seven gleaming bullets, he tossed them up playfully, showing off like a juggler.

The gun parts and bullets followed a parabola and fell with a jingling sound.

His careless demeanor was maddening.

Xue Tu's eyes bulged and split, staring at Yang Fei's smug grin, his voice trembling, incredulous, "In just these few seconds, you actually disassembled my gun?"

Just a blink of an eye and a perfectly good handgun was immediately turned into more than a dozen parts.

The gun parts and gleaming bullets were all scattered in Yang Fei's hands.

All this, in less than five seconds!

Xue Tu was about to go mad!

How could there be such fast hand speed in this world?

He stared blankly at the brass trigger in his hand, his facial muscles twitching.

He looked as if he had seen a ghost, howling, "You're not human, you're a damn devil!"

He threw the trigger in his hand toward Yang Fei's face.

Yang Fei tossed the gun parts in his hand into the air.

With a tinkling sound, the trigger hit the barrel, and the dozen mechanical parts flew up together.

The gun parts came falling down, and Yang Fei's right hand swiftly threaded them together.

In less than a second, a Colt handgun, as if by magic, appeared in his hand again.

Click!

Yang Fei pressed the bullets into the magazine, the handgun spun like a windmill in his hand with a whirl, and then it suddenly stilled.

The dark muzzle of the gun in his hand was aimed straight at Xue Tu.

The lazy smile on Yang Fei's face was infuriating, "Game over, you're under arrest."

Xue Tu was left dumbstruck by his dazzling handiwork.

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Suddenly seeing that Yang Fei had aimed his gun at him, he finally came to a startling realization.

Taking advantage of the cover of the aisle handrails, he rolled and rushed towards the window.

As long as he jumped out of the train window, it would be incredibly difficult for Yang Fei to capture Xue Tu.

Bang!

Just at that moment, Yang Fei's gun fired.

Xue Tu seemed as if he'd been struck by magic, his body instantly freezing, not daring to move in the slightest.

On his earlobe, there used to be a crescent-shaped golden ring, which was now gone without a trace.

It had been shot off with uncanny precision by the bullet whizzing from Yang Fei's gun.

And aside from feeling the scorching heat of the bullet, his ear didn't even lose a single hair!

Incredible!

With such precise shooting, how could Xue Tu dare to flee?

Xue Tu's teeth were chattering, but he didn't dare to move a muscle.

Behind him, Yang Fei said indolently, "Don't try to test my patience. I just don't want to kill, don't force me."

A chill went down Xue Tu's spine, yet the remaining boldness in his heart still prepared him to fight to the death.

Just as he was about to make a move, he heard another bang.

Xue Tu let out a miserable scream as the left half of his ear flew off.

He covered his ear, blood streaming through his fingers, the pain making his whole body tremble. More than that, there was the fear of Yang Fei.

Bang!

Yang Fei did not relent, his third shot flew with deadly precision and took off Xue Tu's right ear.

Xue Tu screamed again, his head turning into a blood gourd.

The crisp sound of gunfire also frightened all the passengers; they all crouched in their seats, hands over their heads, screaming in terror.

Three bullets completely broke Xue Tu's will to resist, and that tiny bit of hope in his heart vanished entirely.

He raised his hands and said with a fearful tremble in his voice, "Don't shoot, I surrender."

Ten minutes later, the train reached the station, the nearest Special Forces unit rushed over, secured the train station, and took Xue Tu away.

This notorious fugitive was thus captured.

The train continued on its way, but Feng Cai'er hadn't recovered from the shock.

She stared blankly at Yang Fei, eyeing his sloppy, disreputable appearance.

Recalling the miraculous scenes that had just unfolded, Feng Cai'er felt as if she had been in a strange dream.

In that dream, she adventured alongside Hollywood superheroes, amidst thrilling cop and robber shootouts.

No matter how dangerous the adventure was, the superhero with the protagonist's halo just wouldn't die.

Just now, she was dragged by Yang Fei, her head knocking into a large bump, her wrist chafed bloody by handcuffs, and her calf was bruised.

Yet, she didn't care about the pain; her brain was somewhat numb and dazed by the strong stimulation she had just experienced.

Who exactly was this disreputable man with a smirking smile on his face?

Even now, she couldn't believe everything she had witnessed.

Disassembling and reloading firearms was a professional training subject in police school.

However, as far as Feng Cai'er knew, even the police school's top instructors, the SWAT team's best instructors, took more than a minute to disassemble a handgun, reassemble it, and fire it.

For Feng Cai'er herself, to complete this training exercise took two minutes and twenty seconds.

And according to the police school's assessment standards, that score was already considered excellent.

But this guy, he didn't take more than five seconds to disassemble the handgun!

As for assembling the firearm and then firing it, it took even less time!

I swear by heaven, he used only one hand.

Those gun parts in his hands, they were like spirited little elves.

They were so obedient and well-behaved, as if everything just naturally fell into place.

And his precise marksmanship was the most inconceivable shooting Feng Cai'er had ever seen.

In such a complicated firefight, with no aim, no preparation, he could just casually lift his hand and hit whatever he pointed at.

He even had time to deal with the risk of ricocheting bullets!

Monster!