Young Master Feng's Runaway Sweetheart

At this critical moment, Cheng Sirui, who had been carefully observing the surrounding situation on one side, quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist, aimed at the walking track of the special bayonet flying, and immediately pulled the trigger.

Even Cheng Sirui didn't notice that his right hand that pulled the trigger trembled a little.

All the people present held their breaths. Everyone was very clear about the power and consequences of this special bayonet.

Fire snakes spewed out from the muzzle of the gun, and the bullets rushed forward like clouds and flowing water.

But Situ Kui'er was more calm at this time, without a trace of fear.It has always been Feng Linghao who came to save him at critical moments, and it was the first time that he could do something for him, which made Situ Mao'er feel very at ease.

Just when the special bayonet was about to sink into Situ Kuang'er's chest, everyone heard a 'ding', and saw that the San Lingjun was hit by the bullet, deviated from the original track, and ran towards the tree trunk beside him .

In a blink of an eye, the special bayonet pierced fiercely into the tree trunk.

The moment the knife was hit by Cheng Sirui, two wolf-like mercenaries rushed up, and Ah Wen was pushed to the ground, and the two grabbed their arms and clasped them behind their backs.
If this bayonet enters Situ Kui'er's body, I can't imagine what the consequences will be.

Although he escaped unharmed, Situ Kui'er's chest was still scratched with blood by the sharp tip of a special bayonet.

Bright red blood oozes from the white silk cheongsam with dark patterns.

The pain in his heart made Situ Kui'er's already pale face even paler.Taking two steps back in a vain manner, she fell into Feng Linghao's arms.

"Xiao'er!"

Feng Linghao stretched out his long arms, and hugged Situ Kui'er into his arms. Seeing the shocking blood on his chest, Feng Linghao's eyes turned scarlet.

And the sky kept circling around looking for Awen's supporter, but because of the cover of trees, there was no trace of Awen.

Thinking of the boss's order before leaving, if the mission fails, he will assassinate Ah Wen to silence him, but at this time, there is no trace of Ah Wen.

Searched around, still the same.I had no choice but to give up searching, and drove the helicopter back the same way, waiting for the boss's order.

Hearing the sound of propellers getting farther and farther in the sky, Arwen lost his only chance to survive, and sat on the ground with a face ashen.

Ah Wen couldn't imagine what kind of interrogation and revenge would be waiting for him next.

Walked up to another person, searched his body neatly, and made sure that there were no other weapons, and then retreated to the side.

There was a look of admiration in the eyes of the mercenaries, and it was unique that such a weak woman could do such admirable things.

"Ling Hao, I'm fine! Don't worry."

Situ Kui'er's white and tender fingers caressed Feng Linghao's eyebrows, and comforted him softly.

Situ Kui'er, who was injured all over her body, was injured again on her chest. Feng Linghao could hardly forgive himself.

"Silly girl, why are you so courageous? Do you know that this will kill you?"

Feng Linghao caressed Situ Kui'er's pale face, his eyes were full of affection, and even a little wet.　
"I have been protecting you all the time, this time, I will protect you instead!"

Cheng Sirui stood by Feng Linghao's side, even a five-foot-tall man couldn't help being a little sad when he heard what Situ Yaoer said.

"Take him back and interrogate him strictly. In this life, I don't want to see him use a knife again!"

Feng Linghao gave orders in a cold voice, then hugged Situ Mao'er, and said softly, "Xiao'er, I'll take you to the hospital!"

As he spoke, he moved in big strides and was about to leave.

"Ling Hao, I'm going to the cave over there. If it wasn't for them, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape this time. I'm afraid of the gunshot just now."

Sensing the persistence in Situ Kui'er's eyes, Feng Linghao knew that he couldn't convince her, so he changed direction and walked inside.

The mercenaries divided into two groups, one team took Ah Wen back to the car on the highway, and the other team followed Feng Linghao and Cheng Sirui towards the cave.

In the cave, on the dirty and messy bamboo bed, the man who just let Situ Kuang'er and Awen 'brothers and sisters' sit down to drink and keep warm, now has a blood hole on the outside of his thigh, which is constantly bubbling bright red. blood.

Because of the bleeding, her convulsed thighs were trembling, and her lips were turning white, but she was still trying her best to hold back.

The two companions just now were using gauze to keep pressing on the man's wound to help him stop the bleeding.

"Dazhi, going on like this is not an option, we'd better send you to the hospital!"

It turned out that the man who suffered the gunshot wound was named Dazhi, whose original name was Li Mingzhi.

The other man with glasses was called Wang Peng. At this time, Wang Peng spoke in a vino way, and he was considered a half-educated man.

Although I live in the countryside, I only returned to my hometown after finishing high school. When did I see the side of dancing with knives and guns?
What's more, how can the two of them control the gunshot wound in front of them?

It turned out that at the moment Situ Kui'er escaped just now, Ah Wen wanted to leave with him, but was stopped by Li Mingzhi who was slightly drunk.

Seeing that Situ Kui'er ran out and disappeared, Ah Wen thought of the responsibilities entrusted to him by his boss, and couldn't care less about it anymore.

Taking out the pistol at his waist, he fired a shot at Li Mingzhi's thigh, which frightened the other two people. They stood up from the bamboo chair and stepped back.
Ah Wen glanced over coldly, and the two of them didn't dare to make any more moves. Their eyes were fixed on Ah Wen, as if they were panicking.

And Li Mingzhi's wine was also mostly sober, and he was surprised for a long time and didn't speak again.

I have long thought that these 'brothers and sisters' are weird, but I never thought that in today's era, there are still people who dare to take out guns to hurt people.

The tingling sensation from his legs made Li Mingzhi a little worried about the weak girl who just ran out.

Ah Wen also knew the simplicity and hospitality of the rural people, so he didn't want to embarrass them too much. As long as he and Situ Maoer leave here safely, so what if he saw his true face?

Seeing the three settled down, Ah Wen floated over with warning eyes, then turned around and chased them out with a gun.

"Which hospital to go to? When we were in the village, who didn't have a soil gun, and they just hunted and hunted? What is this little injury? What a fuss, you go and stay, I'll take care of it!"

Another rough man named Sun Song is a well-known hunting master in this village.

The homemade earthen guns in the village can almost hit a hundred shots as long as one shot is fired.

So Wang Peng didn't dare to object to what he said, and walked aside silently.

Sun Song took the alcohol lamp at the side, took out a sharp dagger wrapped in oilcloth, and small tweezers.

Sun Song first soaked the dagger in high-strength white wine, then put the tweezers on the alcohol lamp, and repeatedly sterilized it at high temperature under the weak firelight, until he was sure that the tweezers had been sterilized, and then carefully took the white wine in the wine glass.

Walking up to Li Mingzhi, he used a dagger to cut open along the vicinity of the gunshot wound. The bleeding wound inside was exposed, which was extremely hideous.

Then, he picked up tweezers and dipped them in white wine to clean up the blood around the wound.

Until it's cleaned up, throw the tweezers into a wine glass filled with white wine.

Fortunately, the bullet wound was not deep, it was just embedded in the flesh.If it was stuck in the bone, even Sun Song might not be sure that he could dig out the bullet.

If it is not done well, it will directly lead to amputation or disability.

Sun Song picked up the towel on Li Mingzhi's shoulders, and while huddling together, asked Li Mingzhi who was sweating coldly on his forehead:

"Dazhi, I have to take out the bullet first, bear with it!"

Li Mingzhi no longer had the strength to speak, and nodded his head weakly, expressing his agreement.

After receiving Li Mingzhi's signal, Sun Song stuffed the towel in Li Mingzhi's mouth.

Take the dagger out of the liquor, and repeatedly sterilize the dagger and the tweezers on the flame of the small oil lamp.

The baijiu is high-concentration sorghum liquor, because the villagers work in the fields, and they like two cups of light liquor in their spare time, which is low in alcohol and not enjoyable.

Therefore, every household in the village basically stores high-grade liquor.

Moisturized by white wine, the flames rose and intensified.

After a while, Sun Song withdrew the dagger, walked towards Li Mingzhi who was lying on the bamboo bed, and stood still in front of the wound.

If you look carefully, you will find that there are faint traces of bullets on the wound.

Sun Song didn't dare to waste too much time, and when he stabbed down, the bright red blood splashed everywhere.

Picking up the dagger, Sun Song switched to tweezers, pointed at the exact position, and used the tweezers to grab the bullet out.When the tweezers left the wound, a brass bullet with English letters on the base fell to the ground.

Throwing away the dagger, Sun Song took out the white medicinal powder wrapped in paper from his coat pocket, which was actually just an anti-inflammatory that was ground into powder.

Sun Song evenly sprinkled the white powder on the wound, and the bleeding wound had already stopped slowly.　
Sun Song then repeatedly wrapped and fixed the gauze around Li Mingzhi's thigh.

After doing all these well, Sun Song let out a long breath.

Walking in front of Li Mingzhi, he removed the towel from his mouth, and said wearily, "I'll go to the village clinic in a while, and I'll tell you that the machine was twisted in during farming, so I'll get some anti-inflammatory injections!"

The pain of cutting flesh had already made Li Mingzhi speechless, so he nodded weakly.

To talk about why Sun Song dealt with gunshot wounds, we have to start with an accident Sun Song experienced ten years ago.

Because Sun Song loves shooting and shooting guns, he likes to study and make earthen guns since he was a child.

Once when I went up the mountain to hunt birds, I accidentally hit a villager who was taking a lunch break in a tree.

Because the village expressly forbids all households from making earthen guns privately, Sun Song had no choice but to imitate the TV show, and he treated the gunshot wound for him.

Afterwards, Sun Song went to apologize with generous gifts, and was in charge of the physical work at the family's house, so the matter was finally let go.

From then on, whenever he went out, Sun Song would bring some medicines and tools with him in case of emergencies.

"Brother Song, can this work? Otherwise, let's go to the hospital for treatment!"

Wang Peng on the side wiped Li Mingzhi's sweat, and said with lingering fear.

"If you say you are a nerd, do you think that if you go to the hospital with a gunshot wound, the police will not investigate?
Didn't you understand the man's warning eyes just now?If we dare to talk nonsense in front of the police, do you think we can survive alone?

We don't care, but how can the elderly, children and women in our village take this risk?
Therefore, it is better to make big things into small things as much as possible, and it is better to make small things into small things! "

On the outside, Sun Song looks eclectic, reckless and vulgar, but he is actually the most caring and sophisticated person.

Feeling that Sun Song's analysis was reasonable, Wang Peng also obediently kept his mouth shut, only waiting for Li Mingzhi to rest and recover before leaving.

At this moment, the sound of orderly footsteps came from outside the cave, which caught the attention of the three of them.

Sun Song and Wang Peng, who were already sweating profusely, suddenly became serious!
Sun Song subconsciously picked up the dagger on the ground, and even the timid Wang Peng grabbed the wine bottle on the table.

Two pairs of eyes swept straight to the entrance of the cave, full of defense and vigilance.