Lin Mo looked down and saw that he had been shot in the chest.

The black sweater had a cut.

However, the wool of this sweater squirmed and the gap was quickly filled.

Lin Mo will naturally not be shot to death. His vitality is extremely strong now. Under the three curses of gluttony, blood-sucking, and steel, even if the opponent empties all the bullets in the magazine, let alone one shot, Lin Mo will be fine.

But it will hurt.

Lin Mo was a little angry. He walked a few steps to the person who fired the shot.

The other party was already frightened.

"Devil, you are indeed a devil."

He wanted to shoot, but Lin Mo reached out and snatched the revolver from the other person's hand.

"You are sick. I told you that I am not a nightmare. Why are you beating me?" After Lin Mo finished speaking, his eyes swept over everyone, and then he said to others: "Who said I was a devil just now?
Chapter completed!