At the moment of shooting, it can be said that both people's minds were blank.
Previously, Wilson climbed up from the hole that was smashed in, then touched the broken window of the hotel and jumped back out.
He found the place where he had originally exited, and then pretended to go downstairs to meet up with the rest of the expedition team.
Just like all human beings returning from the battlefield.
There is no surveillance in this era, so there shouldn't be any problems.
Then, as soon as he opened the door, fate gave him a surprise.
A familiar guy was knocked down by him and shot him.
He watched helplessly as the silver bullet fired from the black hole of the gun hit his chest...
It was deflated and fell to the ground with two crisp sounds.
Wilson almost blurted out his affectionate native language, but had to hold back at the last moment.
He wanted to grab the collar of the guy in front of him and ask loudly: Why did he shoot suddenly? Thanks to his steel chest muscles blessed by Ultra power, although he was not as scary as Brother Man and could block light, ordinary attacks could still
Blocked.
Otherwise, he would have died, okay?
He obviously saved this guy. If he hadn't pushed this guy away, he would have turned into a rotting ball of flesh by now.
Could it be that this guy was pushed too hard and fell somewhere, and he was holding a grudge and wanted to take revenge on himself?
Wilson looked at the frail-looking geologist with disbelief:
I didn’t expect you to be such a person!
At the same time, his brain was still brainstorming.
How should we explain the problem with this bullet now? Should he say that he bought a counterfeit bullet, or should he say that he had a pocket watch or other metal on his chest that blocked the bullet?
Wilson was considering his words to explain, but suddenly noticed something was wrong with the look on the geologist in front of him.
After this guy fired a shot, he was shocked and panicked at first, as if he didn't expect anything. After seeing the bullet bounced away, he didn't show panic or strangeness, but a look of...relief?
Something weird...
Wilson squinted his eyes, crossed his arms, swallowed the excuse he just made, and asked first: "Why did you shoot me?"
"ah--"
Geologist William finally woke up from his shock. Hearing Wilson's questioning, his cheeks turned red. He quickly got up from the ground and apologized to Wilson:
"I'm so sorry! You were swallowed up by those rotten things before. I thought you were..."
"Do you think I'm one of those monsters?" Wilson pretended to be sulky, with a cold look on his face, and his light-colored eyes seemed to be covered with ice, "That's why you shot at me?!"
Something is wrong...
Wilson thought calmly.
It seemed that William was indeed apologetic from the bottom of his heart, and he was not the kind of pervert who would shoot others casually. However, he did not seem to have much reaction to the fact that he was unharmed when the bullets were deflected.
Put it this way...
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before!" The geologist felt even more guilty because of Wilson's attitude. He took the initiative to open the gun in front of Wilson's eyes and hurriedly explained: "This is the gun that Captain Lyndon gave me.
Similar to Ms. Ellis's revolver, they are special weapons. I was also shot by Captain Lyndon at that time, and this weapon has no effect on ordinary people."
"..."
Wilson looked at the spear handed over by the geologist, and then looked at the sincere expression, which did not seem to be lying.
Can ordinary people bounce bullets? Or are the bullets in this gun soft, so even people who don't have steel chests can be bounced off?
Wilson hesitated for a moment, his eyes locked on the bullet on the ground, hesitated, and bent down to pick it up. He used a little force, but the bullet was not pinched and deformed. There were some special runes on it, and the material should be a metal similar to silver.
.
He put away the bullets without changing his expression, and smelled the other person calmly: "Can you show me this gun?"
"Yeah, of course." William, who felt guilty for shooting his friend, naturally agreed.
Wilson held the butt of the spear.
This gun looked really old. There were no such old guns in the anti-war dramas he had watched before. It was more like a model that would appear in American western movies.
Made of metal and wood, there doesn't seem to be anything special about it.
[Zhuom, scan]
He calmly ordered subconsciously.
Wilson weighed it casually, without seeming to have much interest, and handed the antique gun to the geologist again.
In fact, Zhuomu has recorded the inside and outside of this gun, including every tiny scratch or rune on it. If there are materials, Zhuomu can even make it perfect.
Make a copy.
[The runes on the bullet should be some kind of trigger-type replacement device. The whole thing is just a conversion medium. It will automatically replace it with a more lethal material based on the object it comes into contact with. 】
[This is a targeted weapon, and the Kingdom of Light also has a similar research and development project. 】
Zhuomu quickly provided the analysis results.
【Why doesn't it work for me?】
[The biological information of the host is slightly different from that of ordinary humans. Such runes do not record similar situations]
[In other words, to me, this is indeed a genuine bullet?]
【affim】
Wilson twitched the corner of his mouth, and it was thanks to his youthful and low-profile mini version of Brother Man's steel chest, otherwise he would really have confessed here.
"It's great that you're okay." The geologist breathed a big sigh of relief after seeing that Wilson didn't seem to be angry with him anymore. At the same time, he was also very grateful that his friend was still alive.
He didn't know the actual function of the gun. After making sure that it would not harm Wilson, he felt relieved.
However, Wilson's smell that couldn't be ignored, like falling into a latrine, also entered his nose.
"On you..."
"Well..." Wilson twitched his lips with difficulty, "It's not a good experience to roll around in it."
He hates Cilizan.
He bought this suit with his own salary in advance!
These are his only decent clothes!
I don’t know if there are any subsidies for the expedition team...
"It's the greatest blessing that I can survive." Wilson sighed sadly, truly mourning for his clothes, "Thanks to my amulet, it has been protecting me inside."
"Yes." The geologist agreed deeply, and then showed a little confusion:
"By the way, have you seen...the giant?"
"giant?"
Wilson looked confused, "What kind of giant? I don't know."