The effect was indeed striking.
Zheng Tan jumped down from the tree, came over to the bushes to take a look, and pulled the bird down, shaking its leg twice. A few feathers fell off, and the bird's head was shaken from side to side.
There was no other reaction, but it seemed like the bird wasn't dead. As for whether it would die later, Zheng Tan didn't know. He was still exploring the effects of the anesthetic bullet.
Zheng Tan suddenly felt that he could never look at mechanical pencils the same way again. He guessed that from now on, every time he saw a mechanical pencil, he would think of the thing he was holding in his hand.