Lin Wu held his handgun, blowing into the barrel as he faced the mirror, unable to capture the vibe of the male protagonist on a movie poster. When he heard the first gunshot, he instinctively looked up, and as Nightmare was pumping the shotgun ready for a second shot, Lin Wu dodged to the side, barely missing the barrage of steel pellets.
Good people do not live long; misfortune lasts for a thousand years.
Even at such close range from the shotgun blast, Lin Wu still managed to avoid vital hits. His right hand, right arm, and right leg were crippled, losing the ability to move. Lin Wu lay on the passage's floor, raising his left hand to fire two shots at the ceiling. Nightmare, on top of the car, didn't notice, broke open the shotgun's barrel, loaded two cylindrical cartridges, snapped the barrel back into place, pumped the forend, took a step forward, and prepared to fire two more rounds downwards.
