PFC Chapter 442 Ghost Catcher 3
Chapter 442 Ghost Catcher 3
"Om-!"
A strange sound, which did not come from the physical world, exploded in Wang Feng's heart, soft but extremely clear!
A soft but extremely tough golden light suddenly burst out from his chest which was tightly holding the talisman!
The light was not dazzling, but it carried a sacred majesty that could not be desecrated. It instantly formed a translucent arc-shaped barrier in front of him with mysterious golden runes flowing on it!
The timing of the barrier's appearance was incredibly precise, blocking the violent shotgun pellets just in time!
“Puff, puff, puff, puff…!”
The teeth-grinding colliding sounds rang out frequently!
Those lead bullets that were powerful enough to penetrate wooden doors and tear flesh apart, when they hit the golden barrier, they were like drop in the ocean!
Countless tiny golden runes on the surface of the barrier instantly lit up and flowed, bursting out with an even stronger golden light!
The deadly shotgun shell was stuck in the air within a foot, as if it had hit an invisible wall!
They impacted, rotated, and squeezed in vain, but could no longer move forward even a millimeter!
The kinetic energy was dissipated and annihilated bit by bit by the golden light!
The golden barrier only existed for a short moment!
After it absorbed the impact of all the shotgun shells, the light flashed suddenly, as if it had completed its final mission. With a light "pop" sound, it dissipated into nothingness like a bursting bubble!
The lead bullets that had lost their kinetic energy fell to the cold concrete floor with a clang.
The entire platform seemed to have been paused!
The smoke from the gun was still lingering, and the frightened people hadn't even realized that they had just walked through the gates of hell.
Wang Feng stood there frozen!
My heart was beating so wildly that it almost jumped out of my throat!
He could clearly feel in his chest the violent aftermath of the impact when the barrier blocked the force of the violent attack, shaking his internal organs to the point of churning, and a sweet and fishy taste of rust surged into his throat!
But this is not the tearing feeling of being hit by a lead bullet, but the pain after being hit by a huge force!
He widened his eyes, staring at the scattered lead bullets still covered with smoke on the ground, and then suddenly looked down at his open collar!
At the position of the heart, the amulet that was placed close to the body - the amulet made of plain white silk cloth with cinnabar symbols painted on it - had now completely turned into a handful of thin ash that exuded a faint scent of sandalwood!
The ash was sliding down my chest.
Time starts flowing again!
"There are accomplices! The gangsters have guns!"
"Get 'em!"
"Protect the hostages! Protect the officers!"
The shrill whistles, the terrified shouts, the angry roars of comrades, and the crisp "click" sound of gun safety being opened broke out at the same time!
The scene instantly turned into a pot of boiling porridge!
But Wang Feng's world was silent at that moment.
All the noise is isolated.
His head was buzzing, and the life-saving "buzzing" and the subtle rustling sound of the talisman burning to ashes kept echoing in his ears.
All the criminal investigation experience and materialistic beliefs were torn to pieces by the miracle that happened in just a few tenths of a second.
He witnessed the laws of physics break down and saw supernatural forces save his life!
His calloused fingers, trembling with disbelief, gently picked up the handful of cooled paper ashes on his chest.
The fine ashes slid from my fingertips, carrying with them an almost holy warmth.
What "feudal superstition"? That light piece of paper blocked the deadly lead bullet that could have shattered half his body!
His gaze penetrated the chaotic crowd and swept suddenly and urgently towards the seat where Yun Chu had just sat - it was already empty.
The young Taoist priest in a blue cloth robe and with clear eyes disappeared silently like morning mist on the platform where chaos had just broken out, and her whereabouts were nowhere to be found.
Only the sharp dull pain in his chest, the touch of the lingering ashes on his fingertips, and the pile of lead bullets on the ground that symbolized the loss of power reminded him cruelly and realistically of what had just happened.
The cold and solid fortress of the worldview was suddenly cracked by an inexplicable talisman. Wang Feng stood there and for the first time felt a complete confusion and a deep awe of the unknown.
The mysterious girl named Yun Chu and the other hidden side of this world slammed into his life in an unquestionable manner.
Now, he must begin to face a completely new and cognitively subverting reality.
The aftermath of the deafening gunshots was still lingering, and the entire platform of City B Railway Station seemed to have been dropped by an invisible bomb.
The air first stagnated, then erupted in a chaos that pierced the eardrums:
"Bomb! There's a bomb!"
A sharp-eyed police officer was the first to catch a glimpse of the homemade bomb wielded by the second gangster, the fuse of which was spitting flames wildly, and his hoarse voice was full of the foreboding of death.
Almost at the same time, the gangster did the craziest thing a desperado could do - he used all his strength, twisted his body, and threw the hissing killing package fiercely towards the area where the crowd was the densest and the police officers gathered!
“Get down—!!!”
Desperate roars mixed with the passengers' heart-wrenching cries.
Time seemed to be stretched at that moment, and everyone's movements turned into slow motion: people fell to the ground in terror, and the police officers tried to find cover or shoot to stop the criminals, but the deadly package had already drawn a short and deadly arc and fell to the cold concrete ground.
Wang Feng's heart was beating wildly at the miracle of the talisman in the previous second, but in the next second he was gripped by the more sinister reality.
He almost fell forward instinctively, but his eyes were fixed on the writhing fire snake - it represented blood and flesh flying everywhere, represented the failure of the mission, and represented the catastrophe of countless innocent people!
He subconsciously closed his eyes tightly, preparing to face the all-consuming shock wave and scorching air wave.
boom!
There was a muffled sound, the sound of an object falling to the ground.
Huh... tsk?
Then, a strange sound was heard.
It was not the earth-shattering explosion that was expected.
The heart-pounding hissing sound of the fuse burning the gunpowder was not a roar that suddenly rose to a climax, but... as if the throat was forcibly strangled, and after making a short, dry, as if leaking air, it completely went out.
The expected shock wave that would tear everything apart did not appear.
The expected scorching flames did not appear.
The expected tragic scene of people falling to the ground did not occur.
Deathly silence descended once again, more eerie and suffocating than the stagnation after the gunshot.
Only the pungent smell of gunpowder and a faint smoke filled the air, an untimely reminder of the danger just now.
Everyone was stunned.
The man lying on the ground raised his head hesitantly.
The police officer holding the gun had his finger on the trigger but forgot to release it.
Even the two gangsters, especially the guy who threw the bomb, showed expressions of shock and disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost. Their movements froze, as if they were wondering if they had had a nightmare - the powerful weapon they had carefully prepared, which could blow down half of the wall, actually... just fell to the ground and stopped working?