Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 627 - Bulletproof Vest
Chapter 627: Chapter 627: Bulletproof Vest
Chapter 627: Chapter 627: Bulletproof Vest
Just when the car window rolled down and a gun barrel protruded out, Feng Jun was making eye contact with the Martial Monk.
But that did not mean he had abandoned his awareness of his surroundings.
As the compact car approached, he sensed an aura of murderous intent out of thin air, and it was rapidly intensifying.
He sharply turned around and lunged forward, positioning himself in front of Yang Yuxin.
Feng Jun was not a Holy Mother; he’d help others from time to time, but he definitely did not have a habit of sacrificing himself for people he was not familiar with.
However, since Director Yang had come specifically to assist him against his foes, he felt obligated to ensure her safety.
His figure flickered extremely quickly; two bullets originally aimed at him completely missed their mark.
The third bullet, whether the assassin had initially intended to kill Yang Yuxin or had simply followed his movements, hit him squarely in the chest.
The assassin’s fourth shot hit the Cadillac’s left front wheel hard, clearly aiming to prevent pursuit.
Yang Yuxin’s reaction was quite sluggish, while Officer Xiao Tian appeared well-trained, dashing swiftly… to the rear of the car.
She used the car as a shield to avoid the bullets and turned her head to look back at Feng Jun and the others.
There was now a small hole in Feng Jun’s sports shirt, and his body shook violently, but then he lifted his hand, and a white object flew out, hurtling towards the fleeing compact car.
The car’s driver was quite remarkable; even though he likely did not anticipate Feng Jun’s counterattack, in his desperate escape, he still remembered to swerve periodically.
Feng Jun stood on the side of the road, having aimed for the center of the rear car window directly at the driver, but the driver’s left turn threw off his aim.
With a loud bang, the white object still smashed a large hole in the rear window, but the driver narrowly escaped.
“A shooting at Emei Martial School! A shooting at Emei Martial School!” Xiao Tian had grabbed the radio from the car and was calling out loudly, “Someone’s hurt! Someone’s hurt! Repeat, we need an ambulance, we need an ambulance, immediately!”
“Wait,” Feng Jun shouted, “I’m fine; we don’t need an ambulance. Go after the killer!”
“How can you be okay?” Xiao Tian shouted back, running towards him, “Don’t move, I’ve been trained in first aid!”
“I’m really fine,” Feng Jun sidestepped and sprang far away, still pondering how to deal with the car under such public scrutiny when he realized the first thing he had to contend with was the entanglement of a female officer.
He shouted, “I’m wearing a bulletproof vest, really, I’m fine. You should go chase the killer!”
Seeing his rapid action and absence of the sluggishness associated with injury, Xiao Tian also looked a bit stunned, “You have… a bulletproof vest?”
“I do have a bulletproof vest,” Feng Jun said irritably, “You’d better hurry up and chase the killer.”
Then, pointing at the monks in the courtyard, he said, “As for these Baldies, I could take on five of them with one hand.”
The monks and students had been glaring at Feng Jun, but the sudden shooting had thrown them into complete disarray.
Many students directly squatted down, and two even fell flat on the ground, not caring about the muddy puddles.
The Martial Monk too pivoted his body to an angle facing the road—this reflex had been acquired through training, aimed at minimizing the front profile.
In this way, it was less likely to get shot; even if shot, the bullet would hit the side of the arm first, not the heart.
This wasn’t just a modern technique; such a move would have been the right response in ancient times as well, as it reduced the likelihood of being hit by an arrow.
Seeing the car drive away, the Monk had not had the chance to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw someone pointing at him, claiming he could fight five at a time.
He was instantly furious, “What did you say? Say it again if you dare!”
“Master,” a female student stepped forward, the only girl among the roughly fifteen students.
Her looks were ordinary, with a slightly plump figure—today’s kids are indeed well-nourished.
She mustered the courage and said to the Martial Monk, “He… he’s injured, please don’t stoop to his level.”
While speaking, she stealthily glanced at Feng Jun: How could a boy be so handsome?
Feng Jun’s tall and handsome appearance had already dazzled her, let alone witnessing him take a bullet for a lady.
Her breathing became difficult, wishing she could dash out of the school gates and embrace him, offering her meticulous care and comfort.
The Martial Monk was truly not pleased inside, but with the female student’s reminder, he couldn’t act out against the man who had just been shot, only snorting coldly, “Be careful with your words in the future. To slander Emei repeatedly—is Emei really without defenders?”
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Feng Jun chuckled lightly, “You talk as if you’re really something special.”
The car had gone far, and without resorting to supernatural means, he would not be able to catch up. With nothing better to do, why not taunt these Emei folks?
He was eager to taunt, but the Martial Monk had regained his composure, merely responding with a cold laugh, choosing not to stoop to his level.
——Wearing a bulletproof vest, accompanied by a female police officer, the guy didn’t look like someone you’d want to mess with.
In Huaxia Country, they take shootings very seriously, and within three or four minutes, two police cars arrived with sirens blaring.
Four police officers got out of the cars and loudly asked what had happened.
At the same time, some people stepped forward to check on Feng Jun’s injuries, while others went to get someone from Emei Martial School to check the surveillance footage.
Feng Jun refused to let the others check his injuries and simply took out the bullet that had hit him.
The police were very dissatisfied with his lack of cooperation until Officer Xiao Tian stepped forward and whispered a few words to them.
Given Yang Yuxin’s identity, it was really too intimidating; the police couldn’t do much forcibly and could only look at Feng Jun resentfully, “It’s your own fault for delaying treatment, don’t blame us.”
Feng Jun had already changed his clothes using his mobile phone, so he swiftly unzipped his tracksuit top, opened it up, and then unbuttoned his shirt to reveal the Flood Dragon Silk Soft Armor inside, “See, a bulletproof vest!”
There was a hole in his shirt, but the soft armor looked unscathed, without even the slight sign of an impact.
The Flood Dragon Silk Soft Armor only protected the chest and abdomen, much like a vest in its style, but it was much thicker—similar to a wool vest—and didn’t feel as light and thin as its name implied.
A curious police officer approached, wanting to touch it, “What material is this made of, it’s so thin?”
Feng Jun stepped back and spoke firmly, “You don’t need to know.”
“Alright,” Yang Yuxin intervened, “The material of the bulletproof vest is irrelevant to the shooting… let’s focus on the matter at hand.”
She presumed the bulletproof vest was one of Master Feng’s treasures, naturally not something others were allowed to speculate about.
Unexpectedly, this was an incorrect assumption from her. Ever since Feng Jun advanced to the Innate Level, he no longer wore the Flood Dragon Silk Soft Armor.
To other Innate Experts, the Flood Dragon Silk Soft Armor was standard, even high-end equipment, but for Feng Jun, reaching the Innate Level meant that Earth Realm bullets could no longer harm him.
It was really Spirit Weapons wielded by other Innate Experts from the mobile phone realm that posed a greater threat to him than bullets.
Once he reached the Initial Stage of Qi Refinement, it didn’t really matter, but at the Mid-stage Qi Refining, he truly could block bullets with his flesh.
Of course, if there were too many bullets, the consumption of Spiritual Energy would be severe, and he would still need to devise a strategy.
In any case, he knew he could block bullets, so he had stepped directly in front of Yang Yuxin.
Even if the bullet had hit his face, it wouldn’t have caused him much damage, and whether it could even break his nasal bone was questionable—the kinetic energy of the bullet, however, could likely cause a painful impact.
Being hit in the chest, he did experience some pain, but fortunately, it was within his tolerance range, and what was more, he could use the Flood Dragon Silk Soft Armor as a cover for the incident.
That was how things stood, but Yang Yuxin didn’t know—you might have a bulletproof vest on your chest, but what about the other parts of your body?
If you were hit in the limbs… or the head, the consequences could be unimaginable.
Her gaze towards him was filled with tenderness and gratitude, much like the sky today, as if it could drip water at any moment.
More police cars continued to arrive, and a shooting in a busy area was enough to alarm the police chief of Jin City to come in person.
However, Yang Yuxin and Feng Jun had already left and returned to the resort.
As the involved parties, they should have faced the police investigation no matter what, but it must be admitted that Director Yang’s status was very effective; the police could ask questions, but whether they’d get any answers depended on her mood.
Questions like why they went to Emei Martial School or where they bought the bulletproof vest went unanswered; she only demanded that they must catch the perpetrator quickly, as the vast Jin City should not become a lawless land.
When they returned to the resort, it was almost 6:30 p.m. It was already dark early on, coupled with the overcast sky, and by the time they entered the villa, it was essentially night.
Yang Yuxin’s body leaned heavily on Feng Jun, her arms wrapped around his waist, with half her weight pressing down on him.
Officer Xiao Tian had come back with them, but like Feng Jun, she thought Director Yang was just scared, so she didn’t think much of it.
Once inside, Director Yang spoke softly, “Feng Jun, could you help me into my room?”
Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin had been staying here for a few days, each having their own room, without disturbing each other.
Without overthinking it, Feng Jun helped her into her room, only to find that as soon as they entered, Director Yang lifted her heel to catch the door and embraced him in a wild kiss.
“Director Yang, Old Yang,” Feng Jun hurriedly spoke up, “Calm down, you need to calm down… There’s no hurdle we can’t get over.”
Yang Yuxin’s lips were hot, and from her mouth came a soft murmur, “I can’t be calm, I really can’t… I’ve already lost the person I loved once, and today, I nearly lost them a second time.”
As she said this, her body trembled slightly.
Feng Jun could feel her agitation, and instinctively reached out to stroke her back, trying to soothe her emotions through her clothing, “It’s alright, everything is already in the past…”
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