"Bang!" Lin Tianyi punched the police officer in the face and said coldly, "I told you I don't like people pointing guns at me."
"Fuck your mother, daring to lay a hand on me, shoot, fire your guns, kill this bastard," the leading police officer, having taken a punch from Lin Tianyi, immediately roared in anger.
And his subordinates really did raise their guns to aim at Lin Tian, ready to shoot.
But how could Lin Tian give them the chance? He activated his Neural Response Speed Ability and turned into a blur, snatching all their guns in an instant.
"Click, click..." And then, right before their eyes, he twisted those guns into pretzels.
"How, how is this possible?" The police officers, seeing Lin Tian twisting their guns into pretzels, were all dumbstruck, exclaiming with faces full of disbelief.
The leading police officer was also terrified, looking at Lin Tian as if he were a monster, momentarily at a loss for what to do.
