The capacity of the cylinder was five bullets. Except for the one that Chang had fired for the headshot, the remaining four were all he had. He shot them all at once.
His decision came with reason—although the gene-altered soldiers were encumbered by the tenacious spider silk, it was still hard to aim for fatal injuries. Thus, in order to improve the damage dealt, he had to fire more shots.
Besides, the spiders over his head were also getting in the way of him shooting accurately.
Therefore, of these four shots, two were shot to prevent the soldiers from jostling. Although only the last two whacked them, the force of the bullets disrupted their ability to move—one thrust into Number Two’s chest, the impact of the bullet fracturing his chest bone and resulting in a big hole in the center of his chest. He fell backward, pushed by the invisible force of the bullet. Number Three lost his balance due to the hit on his thigh and rolled, blown away by the handgun’s great might.
