The process of removing the bullet was quick. Jing Shu feared that any slower and Zhen Nantian wouldn't make it. Naturally, no anesthesia was involved. The disinfected knife cut a cross into the flesh, and the tweezers clamped onto the bullet and pulled it out.
"A 9mm standard bullet," Zhen Nantian said.
"Turns out it was a tri-forged bullet. No wonder I couldn't dodge it," Zhen Nantian commented, breaking out in a cold sweat as the second bullet was extracted.
The third one was a bit tougher to remove. This special bullet had already stained a large area of his shoulder crimson. Its sharp tip, riddled with many small gears, was completely twisted into the flesh. Not only that, but the surrounding tissue was also mangled, coming off in large chunks with a mere scrape!
