In summer in the South China Sea, the air is dull and the weather is hot.
In the bank, men, women, old and young were waiting boredly to handle business. Today is the weekend, and there are a lot of people coming to the bank to withdraw money and deposit money. A two-year-old boy followed his mother to withdraw money. His big eyes were staring at a distance not far away in confusion.
A young uncle, because he discovered an "incredible" phenomenon.
"Mom, that uncle is Ultraman." The little boy kept tugging on his mother's skirt and shouted.
"Uncle is not Ultraman." Mom smiled.
"It's not Ultraman, then why can uncle fly?"
Hearing this, my mother was startled and looked at the young man standing not far away. No, that young man was standing on the ground. How could he fly? Besides, it is impossible for people to fly.
Hearing the mother and son talking, the young man smiled faintly. In fact, the child did not lie. The young man could indeed "fly". Even though he was standing, his feet were actually half a centimeter above the ground, standing out of thin air. If
People who study martial arts will be surprised when they see it, because only when the internal strength is cultivated to the point where "the internal strength is concentrated in the feet and perfected" can you be able to lift your feet off the ground and hang in the air for a short time.
"Number 81, please come to window number one."
Hearing the voice on the radio, the young man touched his feet to the ground, took No. 81 and walked to window No. 1 to handle business.
But, at this moment, bang!
A gunshot suddenly rang out, and several masked gangsters suddenly rushed in from outside with guns in hand.
"Robbery, don't move!"
The slightly noisy bank suddenly fell silent. Immediately, a scream suddenly sounded, and the scene was commotion and chaos. Some people wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape.
"Damn it, squat down for me!"
Another gunshot rang out, and a middle-aged man was shot and fell to the ground bleeding. This time, as a warning to others, the others quickly squatted down and did not dare to move.
The young man frowned and watched the masked gangsters move their fingers, but finally gave up.
Soon, this group of gangsters took control of everyone. They were obviously fully prepared. Four people controlled the hostages, and one person went to ask the bank staff to load the money.
What is quite strange is that since this group of gangsters got the money, they should have fled before the police arrived. But they did not escape. Instead, they had time to control everyone and blockade the bank.
"Boss, here comes the note." A gangster said to the leader of the kidnappers.
"Very good, I have been waiting for them for a long time. Mazi, go and choose four hostages." The boss said very calmly and coldly.
"Okay."
Mazi held the pistol and pointed his fingers at the crowd at random. Those who were pointed did not dare to resist and walked out obediently under the threat of the gun.
When I clicked on the third one, it was a young woman with long hair wearing sunglasses. Next to her, there were two extremely tall men also wearing sunglasses. Seeing that someone dared to point a gun at the fourth master, A Zhuang's face changed.
Angry, he was about to take action, but was pushed back by the young woman with an invisible gaze.
Even though he couldn't see it, A Zhuang could still feel the unquestionable gaze of Fourth Master behind his sunglasses. He didn't dare to disobey, but the eyes he looked at those terrorists were filled with murderous intent.
After the young woman wearing sunglasses came out, Mazi's eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth raised a somewhat meaningful smile. Then, he turned his eyes and pointed at the little boy in his mother's arms: "You, give that child to
I."
"Please, my child is still so young." The mother was shocked, hugging her child tightly with both hands, and begged.
"Stop talking nonsense and give me the child." Mazi's face was full of ferocity. Seeing that the mother dared not give him the child, he stepped forward to grab it, but the mother hugged the child tightly and refused to give the child to him.
Woohoo, the little boy is only over two years old, and he was already so frightened that he burst into tears.
Listening to the child's cry, Mazi was a little upset. With a fierce look in his eyes, he took out his pistol and was about to shoot the little boy in the head.
"Wait a moment!"
At the critical moment of life and death, a sudden voice suddenly sounded. Mazi turned his head, and a young man wearing short sleeves came over.
"Oh, today I met someone who is not afraid of death. What I hate most in my life is heroes. If you want to die, then I will help you." Mazi smiled cruelly, raised his gun, and pointed it at the young man who was close at hand.
people.
The young man remained calm, and the fingers on his side moved faintly.
When the young woman wearing sunglasses saw this, her expression changed, and she was shocked and said: "Elephant attack!"
At this moment, Mazi pulled the trigger, and the next moment he was stunned. Well, why didn't the bullet come out? Maybe the gun was broken.
boom!
The veins on his pockmarked forehead, hands, and neck were beating crazily. In his mind, he could only feel the roar like a nuclear explosion, and his ears were buzzing and vibrating with the explosion. A stream of blood flowed from his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears.
Flow down slowly.
"Mazi, what's wrong with you?" The leader of the gangster couldn't help but asked when he saw that Mazi hadn't moved for a long time.
With a pop, Mazi suddenly knelt down on his knees in front of the young man, his head hanging down weakly.
"Hey, Mazi, are you stupid?" The sudden scene made the gangsters and others confused. Why did you kneel down for him? We are the gangsters, and he is the hostage. Not only the gangsters, but also other people were stunned.
.
The gangster boss shouted a few more times, but Mazi turned a deaf ear. The boss looked stern, walked over and punched Mazi on the head, and cursed: "Idiot, why are you kneeling for him? Stand up!"
Unexpectedly, after being pockmarked, Mazi's body tilted to the side and fell to the ground. Looking at Mazi again, his eyes were wide open, bleeding from seven holes, and the pain was solidified on his face, as if he had experienced torture before death.
"Mazi, what's wrong with you?" The gangster boss was startled. He put his finger in front of Mazi's nose and said in a trembling voice: "Mazi is dead!"
"What!"
"what happened?"
Mazi died suddenly and strangely, which made the gangsters not only unable to believe it, but also a little scared.
"It's you, it must be you! What did you do to Mazi?" The gangster boss was shocked, and suddenly remembered the young man Mazi wanted to kill. The muzzle of the submachine gun turned, and the dark muzzle was aimed at the man next to him.
young people.
The young man's face was expressionless as he was pointed at gunpoint.
"Speak. If you don't speak, I will kill you." As the young man looked at him calmly, the gangster boss was shaking for no reason, as if he couldn't even hold his gun. This was fear!
Why am I afraid of this helpless young man? The gangster boss thought in fear. Under the suffocating pressure, he couldn't help but roar and pulled the trigger.