dmims Chapter 57 Don't use such a handsome face to play dumb.
Chapter 57 Don't use such a handsome face to play dumb.
Harvey Dent clutched the evidence tightly to his chest, fearing that someone might take advantage of the chaos to snatch it away and destroy it.
When the shot rang out, he was falling to the ground with his back to the crowd, followed by the sound of the bullet being deflected and falling.
The high-pressure airflow carried the bullet as it spun out of the rifling, but just as it was about to penetrate the fabric-like material, it seemed to hit a hard object. However, due to the special material of the material, the spin and impact were dissipated, and it fell to the ground with a "clang".
Harvey, who had his back to everyone, was unaware of what had happened. He fell hard and only turned around to look behind him after a moment.
It was an Asian youth holding an umbrella, which was open, blocking most of the light streaming down from the domed skylight and also blocking the bullet that shattered the skylight glass.
Harvey realized that the other person was so close that he had to straighten up and look up to see their face clearly.
The other person seemed to notice his gaze and turned to look at him.
A sliver of light fell upon the person, outlining part of their features. Their face was somewhat blurry; at first glance, all one could remember was the white light reflected from their monocle and the dangling silver chain on their side.
The other person was sitting with one leg forward and the other leg outward in a posture most commonly seen among Chinese people, looking relaxed and confident.
The inside of the umbrella is a bright crimson, with a sheen like silk, while when turned around, you can vaguely see that the outside is pitch black.
The person was probably laughing, as if they were relieved.
"Luckily, we arrived in time."
Zheng En knew that you couldn't be without bulletproof equipment in Gotham.
This is exactly what comes in handy, isn't it?
Before the trial began, he spent most of his money drawing cards. In addition to the "audiovisual enhancement device" that he wore on his face, which allowed him to focus on more details, he also paid special attention to the convenient bulletproof tools.
In reality, most bulletproof tools are either inconvenient to wear or have a small protective range, such as bulletproof vests and bulletproof plates. However, there are many more items in shops and gacha pools that can serve a similar purpose.
For example, the umbrella that Jung Eun is holding right now.
The Yato Clan's Sun Umbrella
[Products made by the Yato are always of the highest quality. Manufactured by artisans from the planet Luoyang, these items are both powerful and durable, making them essential training tools for the Yato clan.]
[Details: Like a certain pair of glasses, this umbrella comes from a certain unscrupulous product, but compared to glasses, it's more suitable for Gotham. While there's no need for sun protection here, who wouldn't want a sun umbrella that can both fire a gun and provide bulletproof protection?]
Perhaps because this umbrella is actually a mass-produced item from aliens, and the panel's assessment is just an ordinary white card, not as good as the glasses that can manipulate other people's consciousness.
He wasn't very lucky this time and didn't draw any protective items. Otherwise, he could have given one to Harvey and one to the prosecutor, and he wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble.
But after several 10-pulls, Jung Eun didn't just get the guaranteed white card.
The spectator stands are some distance from the prosecutor's seats, so even if Jung Eun is sitting in the front row, she may not be able to reach Harvey and the others to protect them the moment she sees the red dot.
The reason he was able to react in such a short time, and even had time to show off and act like a boss in front of everyone, was mainly because he drew a purple card that could affect time.
【The World (Usage count x1)】
[A time-based skill that pauses for up to five seconds—a powerful weapon in serious comics capable of saving or destroying the world—seems to be enough even in some less serious comics?]
[Details: Take this, it's my last Stand attack!]
The famous ability of a certain villainous savior (although it has been copied and used by someone else): he can do many things in five seconds, including killing and saving people, although sometimes he may not be able to save the person he desperately wants to protect.
Jung Eun didn't have the same abilities as Dio and Jotaro; five seconds was only enough for him to open his umbrella to block bullets and adopt a slightly arrogant stance.
Fortunately, this is enough for Gotham, which is still a beginner's village.
Jung Eun maintained the position of opening the umbrella and reached out her hand to Harvey.
Are you alright?
The other person stared blankly at him, probably because they had fallen hard and didn't seem to be thinking clearly.
Harvey took a moment to place his hand on it, his other hand still clutching the document tightly, ink stains blackening the chest of his white suit, leaving irregular smudges.
"It's nothing." He shook his head and stood up.
Brock was the first to rush over, initially intending to protect the prosecutor and Harvey as they left. But seeing that Harvey had Jung Eun's help, and that the umbrella was strong enough to stop bullets, he turned and kicked the prosecutor in the backside. "Get up! You really think this broken plank can stop bullets?"
He grabbed the prosecutor by the collar and dragged him towards the door, shouting to Jung Eun as he went, "Go, go! Get away from that window at the top!"
Zheng En followed his gaze and looked outside, seeing someone running away at the door. He realized that Gordon had run out to find the sniper who fired the shot.
The police officers who were standing by only gathered around after the gunshot, hurriedly protecting the judge, prosecutor, and others, and leading them away from there as well.
In terms of response speed, the gangs around Falcone were much faster than them, and even those in the stands were no slower than the police around the judge.
The police did not spare any manpower to maintain order, and there was no need for the police to maintain order at the scene. Most people, just recovering from the shock of the ordeal, scattered and fled through the entrances and exits of the courthouse.
Some still wore expressions of shock and panic, while others clearly showed signs of excitement and agitation.
Some ran out of the courtroom nimbly, while others seemed to have tripped and stumbled as they jumped out.
The black-haired, blue-eyed man seemed to have lost his mind in a panic, and stumbled from the spectator stands toward the prosecutor's seat, exposing himself to sniping within the skylight's range.
"Danger!"
Zheng En instinctively went back to grab his hand. The other man was bent over, half-fallen, and when his hand was grabbed, he showed a bewildered and panicked expression, like a silly roe deer in the snow in Northeast China that had seen people and couldn't even run away.
After seeing his face clearly, Jung Eun fell silent for a moment.
Bruce Wayne, stop pretending to be stupid with that handsome face!
I should have known better than to save him; it's bad luck.
The thought of washing one's hands of the matter flashed through Zheng En's mind, but reality didn't give him much time to react. If he suddenly changed his attitude at this moment, the other party would only notice that something was wrong.
He dragged Bruce out of the sniping range of the skylight, and the group reached a relatively safe corridor, which was now full of people.
Citizens who had come just to join the fun squeezed out of the passageway, while police escorted judges and other important figures as they advanced.
Zheng En wasn't in a hurry to go out, nor were the people around him. Amidst the anxious crowd, they appeared strangely relaxed.
Similarly out of place among the crowd was Falcone, who was surrounded by a large number of his subordinates.
His expression was not good.
When the defense attorney was rendered speechless by Harvey's rebuttal, his expression remained normal, but now his displeasure was obvious.