With the [Music Box] in your hand closed.

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

In front of him, the black man who was trapped in the hallucination of [Music Box] quickly woke up and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar neighborhoods in a daze.

He looked down at his empty hands and the gun that appeared in Zhao Yuan's hand. The black man had no time to think about the reasons, and instinctively raised his hands and showed an ugly smile at him.

"Hey man, I'm just making a joke with you. In fact, what I hate most in my life is robbery, something that is worthless."

"You think you're very humorous?"

Faced with the black man's quibbling, 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 quickly stopped him: "Hey, man, calm down, your future still has a lot of beautiful lives waiting for you. There is no need to go to jail for a bad person. A nigger. Even if a person like me doesn't die in your hands, he will die at the gun of someone else in the end, so why bother..."

With his eyes wide open, he tried to show his sincere feeling from his face as much as possible. However, the black man forgot that under the dim environment of Compton neighborhood, his natural protective color made this performance almost in vain.

"you are right."

However, no matter how you look at it, it is just a nonsense.

But it seems to have had a miraculous effect.

After hearing what the black man said, Zhao Yuan nodded when he was facing him, and nodded as if he was persuaded.

"I just knew that Asians dare not cause trouble."

Seeing this scene, the black man felt ecstatic, and of course he still maintained that pitiful expression on the surface.

They have rich experience in pretending to be innocent.

As the black man looked at him, the muzzle in Zhao Yuan's hand turned slightly, and the next moment he was secretly relieved, he saw the other party pointing the muzzle at his palm.

"This guy is crazy?!"

The thought of a shocked black man had just emerged, and the next second the gunfire rang through the neighborhood.

Bang--

The shootings spread far away in the Compton neighborhood, but no one came out to investigate the situation.

"ah……"

Frowning, enduring the huge gunshots that were so close to you.

Seeing the black man lying on the ground in front of him, Zhao Yuan let go of his palm, and a shrunk bullet in his palm was emitting white smoke.

"Can the pain of bullets be transferred?"

Carefully put away the crushed bullet in his hand, Zhao Yuan's eyes swept over the bloody wound on the black man's palm in front of him, and nodded gently.

The limit of damage tolerance of [Demon Gloves] has always been the focus of Zhao Yuan’s curiosity.

However, considering the characteristics of the damage being transferred to nearby people before, innocent people may be involved.

And I was afraid that if the damage accidentally exceeded the limit of pain that could be transferred by the glove during the experiment, I would implicate myself.

Therefore, since obtaining the [Devil Glove], Zhao Yuan has only used it as a backup card and has not conducted in-depth experiments on the ability to withstand gloves. At present, the black robber who came to the door uninvited to help him solve this problem greatly and actively provided him with a suitable target for pain transfer.

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

It is precisely because of the dual guarantees of [Demon Gloves] and [Guardian Necklace] that Zhao Yuan boldly shoots his palms.

The result was in line with his expectations.

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

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

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

While making a regretful tone, he took off the gloves that were gradually "fitting" with his hands. Zhao Yuan looked at the wailing black man in front of him and suddenly asked: "Do you feel pain now?"

"…Fu** you, what did you do to me? My palm, ambulance called me an ambulance!"

Covering the bleeding wound on his hands, the black man made a series of painful curses about Zhao Yuan's problems.

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

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

Then he raised his gun and pointed it at him.

"No, no!"

Looking at the dark muzzle in front of him, the black man could vaguely smell the pungent smell of gunpowder. The painful expression on his face was immediately replaced by fear, and he begged and shouted.

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

Faced with the black man's fearful plea, Zhao Yuan spoke and comforted him softly.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

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

The continuous sound of gunfire continued to sound in the Compton neighborhood.

Faced with these whistling bullets, the black man lying on the ground curled up and closed his eyes and screamed in fear.

I thought I was dead this time.

However, the expected pain did not occur.

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 suddenly showed an excited expression of surviving the disaster.

"I missed it!"

Just as the black man was excited about his "good luck", the necklace on his hand that had just been placed by Zhao Yuan began to flash a faint light, and then the expression on the black man's face began to become confused.

"Now, do you still remember me?"

Seeing this, Zhao Yuan asked again.

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

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

"I'm just a passerby. The wound on your hand was fired because of a pistol..."

He put the empty shell pistol with the photobullet in his hand back into the black man's hand, and Zhao Yuan "carespect" while returning his own thing.

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

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

The severe pain from the palms and the blank memories in my mind made the black man subconsciously believe everything Zhao Yuan said.

Covering the bleeding wound on his hands, he said with gratitude: "Thank you, sir, you are such a good person, sir, I didn't expect that there would be someone as enthusiastic as you in the Compton neighborhood. I thought this place was already rotten..."

The black man felt a hint of human warmth because of Zhao Yuan's actions.
Chapter completed!