Johnny Blackbird suddenly erupted.
Travis was calm and unhurried. He pulled out his gun and started shooting, but his target wasn't Johnny Blackbird—it was the patients beside him.
Johnny Blackbird did something unexpected, even for Travis. He used his body to block Travis's gunfire.
The bullet shot directly into Johnny Blackbird's body.
Travis continued to fire.
Johnny Blackbird astonishingly caught all the bullets.
"You..."
Travis showed a look of amusement.
This guy is a lunatic, or perhaps...
He's invulnerable.
Johnny Blackbird indeed didn't die. He had taken so many bullets but still stood there, as if none had entered his body.
"It seems your shooting skills aren't great."
Johnny Blackbird stared at Travis with a mocking smile.
Travis shook his head: "My shooting skills are indeed mediocre, but my men..."
His men...
"Can they still shoot?"
They indeed didn't shoot.
They just stood in the darkness, as if something was controlling their bodies.
"Witchcraft?"
