Shen Qian did not expect that the world would be so wonderful. Before setting off, he had told Zhou Xiaoguang about this person and met him in the blink of an eye.
"It's really Wang Shuo, the Wang Shuo on TV."
"Why is he here?"
"Did Wang Shuo shoot at Squad Leader Chen?"
Zheng Shaoyang and others were a little confused. They were excited to see their idol, but also confused when facing unexpected situations.
Shen Qiandang reacted first and ran over to help Chen Feng up.
Shen Qian glanced at the wound on Chen Feng's leg, and then took a deep breath.
A blood hole two fingers wide penetrated Chen Feng's thigh. The bones and flesh were broken and blood dripped.
"How much damage can a pistol do to you?"
Shen Qian was a little stunned.
It is undeniable that guns and shells are equally lethal to warriors, but this lethality continues to decrease with the increase of cultivation level. After reaching a certain level, the power of thermal weapons is almost non-existent.
At this time, Chen Feng's wounds were not only horrific, but judging from the fact that he barely had the strength to stand, it was clear that the bullet had severely damaged him.
"This is not an ordinary pistol, it is a psychic gun."
Chen Feng was worthy of being a soldier. Although he was sweating profusely in pain, his expression remained calm. He supported Shen Qian and corrected him.
"Psychic gun?" Shen Qian was startled.
"A gun that burns spiritual energy as kinetic energy, and its bullets are also specially made, and the force of the bullets fired can easily reach thousands of kilograms."
Chen Feng explained.
"His pistol is among the high-end items, and it also has an enchantment effect. Now my whole body's energy has been shattered."
Shen Qian nodded clearly. No wonder the gun in Wang Shuo's hand was so gaudy and different from anything Shen Qian had seen in the movie.
"Psychic guns are controlled weapons. Do you have a gun license?"
After the gunshot, Song Ye rushed over with his people, and he said to Wang Shuo with a serious face.
"I don't have a gun license, but I have this."
Wang Shuo said lightly, took out a badge and pinned it on his chest.
It was a badge whose base shape was similar to Shen Qian’s warrior badge, but unlike the bronze material of the first warrior badge, Wang Shuo’s badge was made of dazzling silver.
On the front of the badge, in the middle of the simple outline of the jungle pattern, is the ancient traditional Chinese character "hunt".
"Intermediate hunter?"
Song Ye's expression condensed.
"Hunters can hold guns?" Shen Qian saw Song Ye's expression was wrong and asked with a frown.
Shen Qian still respects Chen Feng.
Not only because he is a soldier, but also because the other party gave up his rare rest time and came back to host the elite training class just because of Principal Huang's words.
And Shen Qian was the only person present who had no special feelings for Wang Shuo.
He didn't have the heart to pay attention to these before, but now, he doesn't need to.
Before that, he only regarded the other party as a benchmark that could be surpassed, a competitor on the road to the top spot in the college entrance examination, nothing more.
At this time, he had already developed a slight dislike for this young man who always had a condescending attitude.
There seemed to be other reasons for this disgust, but Shen Qian didn't know where it came from.
Secondly, he felt some inexplicable restlessness deep in his mind.
Yes, the system has been a little bit rough from the beginning.
After experiencing it many times, Shen Qian was able to capture that subtle premonition, just like the last time he touched the eighth senior sister.
It's just that Shen Qian hasn't found the switch for the on-hook mode yet, and he still can't help himself...
"According to the provisions of the "Hunter Special Operations Law", hunters can use any level of weapons in the restricted area." Song Ye explained helplessly.
"Then you can hurt and kill people at will?" Shen Qian pointed to Chen Feng's horrific wounds.
Zhao Hanhai had just used the medical kit to help Chen Feng with emergency treatment, but Chen Feng could not recover in a short time.
"I have been chasing this kitten for two days. Just now I thought you were going to snatch my prey. This is normal in a restricted area, not to mention that I have already held back."
There was a hint of ridicule in the corner of Wang Shuo's mouth, and he glanced at Shen Qian.
"In addition, this classmate, you may have made a mistake. Without an action warrant, police officers do not have absolute law enforcement rights outside the restricted area."
"If you want to sue me, you are welcome to go back to Jingcheng to report the case. We will argue again then."
After hearing this, Shen Qian turned to look at Song Ye and got the answer from the other party's silence.
At this time, other students finally came to a conclusion and came over to stand next to Shen Qian, glaring at Wang Shuo angrily.
"Is this the so-called Light of Jingcheng? I didn't expect that the character is so ordinary..."
"What's the use of a sneak attack with a psychic gun? Why don't you have a head-on fight with Instructor Chen!"
Huo Ling'er, who has never been in good condition, also cursed with her hands on her waist, "You are still so confident after hurting someone. I think what you used was not a gun at all, but a sword!"
Shen Qian reacted for a moment before he understood the meaning of Huo Ling'er's words, and couldn't help but look sideways.
"I, I learned it blindly on the Internet. I don't usually speak like this..." Huo Ling'er blushed and defended weakly.
Wang Shuo, who had just jumped off the wall, stopped in his tracks. He glanced over with cold eyes and raised his hand.
"Be careful!"
Zhao Hanhai shouted loudly and stepped in front of Shen Qian who had just pulled Huo Ling'er behind him.
Bang!
Amidst the flying stone chips, Zhao Hanhai withdrew his trembling palm, with a little blood stain on it.
Apart from the pain, there was no other serious problem. Zhao Hanhai, knowing that the other party just wanted to teach him a lesson, breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned around and was about to comfort Huo Ling'er, but he saw Huo Ling'er tugging on Shen Qian's sleeves and looking at him with bright eyes, as if he didn't notice his appearance at all.
"The world is not worth it..."
Zhao Hanhai walked away silently.
Wang Shuo snorted and did not continue to take action. He ignored everyone's gazes and walked to the Yin Ran Beast who was seriously injured by Chen Feng's punch and took out a metal mesh bag.
The silver dye beast whined, but was unable to struggle, and was stuffed into the net bag by Wang Shuo.
Carrying the silver dyed beast, Wang Shuo turned around and left.
Everyone is angry, but somewhat helpless.
Shen Qian frowned.
Wang Shuo himself is a genius warrior, not to mention holding a big killer weapon in his hand. The only person present who poses a threat to him is probably Chen Feng, but Chen Feng is killed by the opponent with one shot.
Thinking about this, Shen Qian suddenly realized that the other party most likely did it on purpose.
He might have arrived a long time ago, but he was just hiding in the dark, waiting until the critical moment to take action to eliminate the biggest threat and control the situation.
What a deep scheming...
Shen Qian glanced at the bracelet again. He had been trying to contact Liu Changqing since he discovered the blood stains of the Yin Ran Beast, but Lao Liu never responded.
Can you stop the opponent on your own?
For the first time, Shen Qian felt unsure.
Even if the system takes action, it will at best be comparable to the late stage warriors.
But according to the information from the Kyushu Martial Arts Hall, the opponent is at least the third level of middle martial artist, and if he has enough enlightenment, it cannot be judged on the surface.
The system has been agitating, but has not come online for a long time. Shen Qian is not sure whether the system is calculating something or worrying about something.
While Shen Qian was struggling, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
"You just fucking let him go?"
"Stop him and fuck him!"
"...No, slap him in the face, slap him in the face hard...ah, damn it!"
"Hurry up, hurry up, otherwise I won't blame you for not recognizing you as my junior brother... Damn, if you do a sneak attack, I will fight with you!"
Liu Changqing’s voice!
Shen Qian was pleasantly surprised at first, but then he was a little confused.
Why doesn’t the messenger keep showing up?
Moreover, Lao Liu's voice was not only urgent, but also seemed to be mixed with some anger...