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With the [Music Box] in his hand closed.

The sad music of "To Alice" also came to an abrupt end.

In front of him, the black man who fell into the [music box] hallucination also quickly woke up, and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar neighborhoods around him in a dazed way.

Looking down at his empty hands and the gun that appeared in Zhao Yuan's hand, the black man didn't have time to think about the reason, and instinctively raised his hands to show him an ugly smile.

"Hey, man, I'm just joking with you. In fact, what I hate most in my life is robbery."

"Do you think you are very humorous?"

Facing the black man's sophistry, Zhao Yuan glanced at the gun in his hand and said with a smile.

Looking at the smile on Zhao Yuan's face, the black man instinctively sensed the danger and hurriedly stopped: "Hey, man, calm down, calm down, you have a lot of beautiful lives waiting for you in the future, there is no need for one Rotten, **** go to jail, people like me will die at someone else's gun if not at your hands, so why bother..."

He widened his eyes, trying to show sincerity on his face as much as possible, but the black man forgot that in the dim environment of the Compton block, his natural protective color made this performance almost a success. wasted effort.

"You are right."

However, how to look at it this way is just a set of nonsense remarks.

But it seems to have worked wonders.

After listening to the black man's words, Zhao Yuan, who was facing him, nodded, as if persuaded.

"I knew that Asians would not dare to cause trouble."

Seeing this scene, the black man burst into ecstasy. Of course, he still maintained that pitiful expression on the surface.

They have a lot of experience in pretending to be innocent.

Under the gaze of the black man, the muzzle in Zhao Yuan's hand turned slightly, but just as he was secretly relieved, he saw that the other party aimed the muzzle at his palm.

"This guy is crazy?!"

The stunned thought in the black man's mind just emerged, and the next second, gunshots rang through the block.

boom-

The sound of the shooting spread far and wide in the Compton neighborhood, but no one came out to investigate the situation.

"what…"

Frowning, he endured the loud sound of gunshots so close at hand.

Zhao Yuan looked at the black man who fell on the ground and cried in pain in front of him, and let go of his palm. A deflated bullet in his palm was smoking white smoke.

"Can even the pain of bullets be transferred?"

Carefully put away the flattened bullet in his hand, Zhao Yuan's eyes swept across the **** wound on the palm of the black man in front of him, and nodded lightly.

Zhao Yuan has always been curious about the damage tolerance limit of [Devil Gloves].

However, considering that the damage is immediately transferred to nearby people, innocent people may be involved.

And the fear that in the course of the experiment, the injury accidentally exceeds the limit of pain that the gloves can transfer, and I am implicated in it.

Therefore, since he obtained the [Devil Gloves], Zhao Yuan has only used it as a backup trump card, and he has not conducted too deep experiments on the bearing capacity of the gloves, and now, the black robbers who came to the door uninvited, but Undoubtedly, it helped him solve this problem greatly, and took the initiative to provide him with a suitable pain transfer object.

At the same time, the existence of the [Guardian Necklace] on his body also ensures that even if the [Devil Gloves] cannot block the damage of the bullet, Zhao Yuanyuan will not be injured.

It is precisely because of the dual protection of [Devil Gloves] and [Guardian Necklace] that Zhao Yuan dared to experiment with shooting at his palm.

The result was in line with his expectations.

The transfer ability of [Devil Gloves] also has an effect on bullet damage.

This means that as long as you wear gloves, at least Zhao Yuan's hands are no longer afraid of the threat of bullets.

"Unfortunately, your utility is only limited to your hands, and it's..."

With a tone of regret in his mouth, he took off the gloves that were gradually 'fitting' on his hands and hands. Zhao Yuan looked at the moaning black man in front of him and suddenly asked, "Are you feeling pain now?"

"...Fu**you, what did you do to me, my palm, the ambulance called me an ambulance!"

Covering the bleeding wound on his hand, the black man uttered a series of painful curses about Zhao Yuan's question.

"It's okay, you'll forget all this soon."

Ignoring the curse of the black robber, Zhao Yuan reached out and took off the necklace from his neck and put it on the other party's hand.

Then he raised his gun and aimed it at him.

"no no!"

Looking at the pitch-black muzzle in front of him, the black man could vaguely smell the pungent smell of gunpowder. The expression of pain on his face was immediately replaced by fear, and he cried out pleadingly.

"Don't worry, as you said, you will die under someone else's gun sooner or later, but not now."

Facing the fearful pleading of the black people, Zhao Yuan opened his mouth and comforted him softly.

boom! boom! boom!

At the same time, he pulled the trigger of the pistol without hesitation.

The sound of continuous shooting continued in the Compton neighborhood.

Facing these whistling bullets, the black man lying on the ground curled up, closed his eyes and let out a terrified scream.

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However, the expected pain did not appear,

The black man secretly opened his eyes and looked at the parts of his body that were still intact except for his palms. His face immediately showed the excited expression of the rest of his life.

"Wrong!"

Just as the black man was excited about his 'good luck', the necklace that Zhao Yuan had just put on his hand began to flicker faintly, and then the expression on the black man's face became confused.

"Now, do you remember me?"

Seeing this, Zhao Yuan asked again.

"You, who are you, why does my hand hurt so much..."

Hearing his words, the black man who was originally confused came back to his senses again, looking at the wound on his hand, but had no memory of it at all.

"I'm just a passerby. The wound on your hand is because the pistol went off..."

Putting the empty-shell pistol in his hand back into the hands of the black man, Zhao Yuan 'concerned' while returning what belonged to him.

"I think the injury on your hand is very serious. Do you need to call an ambulance for you?"

"If you can, I'll trouble you, sir."

The severe pain from his palm and the blank memory in his mind made the black man subconsciously believe everything Zhao Yuan said.

Covering the bleeding wound on his hand, he said gratefully: "Thank you, sir, you are such a good person, sir, I didn't expect such enthusiastic people to exist in the Compton neighborhood, I thought this place was already Sucks…"

After a long absence, the black people felt a touch of human warmth because of Zhao Yuan's actions.

"No thanks, this is what I should do."