Getting $10 Trillion Out Of Nowhere-Chapter 2057: Not A Match

The guard captain’s furrowed brows seemed to relax slightly because he believed that, in this situation, Connor was undoubtedly doomed.

However, in the next moment, everyone present was stunned, their expressions filled with extreme shock. They realized that the bullets they had fired seemed to have grown eyes; they all missed his position and hit the area around him instead. freeweɓnovel.cøm

"What’s going on here?" They wore puzzled expressions.

"Don’t just stand there; keep firing!" the guard captain shouted, his eyes wide.

Upon hearing his words, the guards quickly raised their guns and continued to fire at Connor’s position.

They knew that even if their bullets couldn’t kill him, they had no other choice. If they couldn’t stop him now, they might end up dead.

The rifles in the guards’ hands spat flames, and countless bullets once again flew towards Connor’s position.

Connor’s expression remained indifferent. He waved his right hand gently, and a golden light enveloped his body.

As soon as the bullets touched the golden light, it was as if they had encountered an indestructible wall, incapable of harming Connor or those behind him, including Yolanda and Taran.

The scene was surreal. Countless bullets were flying toward Connor, but none of them could penetrate the thin golden barrier.

"I’m out of bullets," one guard suddenly turned to the captain and said.

"What? The bullets are gone?" The guard captain was stunned upon hearing this, his expression filled with disbelief.

"This guy is a monster; bullets have no effect on him!" another guard cautiously said.

The guard captain sighed deeply upon hearing these words. Although he felt helpless, he knew the guards were right. The bullets were useless, and continuing to fire was just a waste of ammunition.

When the guards ceased firing, the scene became chaotic. They didn’t know what to do anymore.

Connor continued to walk forward, unfazed by the situation.

"Captain, he’s approaching. What should we do?" another guard shouted.

The guard captain stared at Connor, his expression still filled with shock. He muttered to himself, "Who is this guy?"

The guard captain had been a mercenary abroad for many years and had encountered numerous martial artists. However, he had never seen anyone like Connor. His strength was terrifying, and bullets couldn’t harm him.

These guards were equipped with real rifles, which had tremendous firepower. Even a normal person would have no chance against such a barrage of gunfire, let alone a martial artist.

"Captain, think of something quickly!" several guards urged.

"Stop wasting time, even if we can’t stop this guy with bullets, we still have pistols! Keep firing!" the guard captain shouted.

Hearing the captain’s words, the guards reluctantly raised their pistols and fired.

Countless bullets once again flew towards Connor’s position.

Taran and Yolanda stood beside Connor, their expressions extremely tense. Despite knowing his strength, they couldn’t help but feel anxious in the face of such a scene. The sheer number of bullets was overwhelming, and a slight mistake could be fatal.

However, he remained calm, moving forward amidst the relentless gunfire.

Half a minute later, the guards ceased firing once again. They knew that shooting was futile, and they were only wasting their bullets.

"Why did you all stop? Keep firing! Why are you all just standing there?" the guard captain shouted, his eyes wide with excitement.

"Captain, even if we keep firing, we can’t stop this guy. Maybe we should give up!" a guard cautiously suggested.

The guard captain’s expression showed a mixture of frustration. He took a deep breath but didn’t urge the guards to continue firing. He knew that these guards were right. The bullets couldn’t harm him, and continuing to shoot was pointless.

With the guards no longer firing, Connor continued to walk towards the villa. The guards watched him in silence, too afraid to take any action. They didn’t dare to provoke him, fearing dire consequences.

The guard captain was still unwilling, but he had no choice. His martial arts level was far too low to be Connor’s opponent.

In the surveillance room, Yamino and Juan had observed the situation outside. Their expressions were filled with disbelief, as they had never encountered such a situation before.

"Dad, how can Connor’s strength be so terrifying?" Juan turned to Yamino and asked, his voice trembling.