Chapter 118 "Okay, I Won't Die" (4000)

"Speak well if you have something to say."

Old Tang pushed open the car door under the black muzzles of the six guns and walked down by himself.

Although Old Tang's arrogance is very fierce and his expression is in place, he can't stand the other party... There are so many people.

Drake spat on the ground, took out the delicate box from his pocket, and touched the switch with his thick fingers.

With a very crisp click, the small box was opened, and a finger-length glass bottle was stuffed in the soft material, and a needle that could be installed was thoughtfully attached on the other side.

The liquid in the glass bottle is tumbling and floating, and the color is constantly changing.

"I'll give you a job to help try the medicine."

Drake smiled, showing his big white teeth that shone brightly in the dark.

"Is there any reward?" Old Tang drooped his head and said something bad, and sucked his nose hard.

He immediately thought of some new type of drug experiment or something. It is not surprising that this group of Chicago gangsters can do anything... It is said that they can control an entire building with five people, one floor for people, two floors for weapons, and three floors for weapons. Illegal drugs or something.

Thinking of this, Old Tang felt a little bitter, why didn't he find a hotel to stay in just to save money?

"Two people, hold him down." Drake pouted behind Old Tang. He had seen the reaction of the last guy who was injected with this thing.

That time, the potion penetrated into that guy's body through the liquor, and the moment he drank the wine mixed with this strange potion, the guy smashed a solid wooden tabletop that was [-] centimeters thick!

Fortunately, this time the other party told him that the effect of the second-generation potion was much softer, otherwise Drake would not have dared to inject it himself...Of course he didn’t dare to believe it all, and even asked two people to hold down Old Tang, so that even if he The target at the moment of the explosion should also be the two people around him who restrained him.

Old Tang drooped his eyebrows. The two drooping eyebrows that usually brought joy to Lu Mingfei didn't show any funny temperament. The drooping eyes made Drake standing in front of him unable to see clearly. The smell of alcohol was still shocking.

Three, two, one.

Old Tang counted down in his heart, waiting for the tall black man to approach him step by step.

The two arms were twisted behind his back, but he felt as if he was just a child playing tricks...without any strength.

Everything in front of me seemed to be slowing down, slowing down...slowing down again.

This is something peculiar about Old Tang. Whenever he is particularly focused, he always feels that the movement speed of things around him will slow down. He doesn't know that this is the result of his own dynamic vision and reaction speed improving in an instant. I have some inhuman superpowers—if it weren't for this old Tang, he wouldn't dare to register as a bounty hunter. How could he dare to take on this kind of porcelain work if he didn't have two brushes?
If someone can look into Old Tang's eyes now, they will find that there is no trace of human emotion in those brown and ordinary pupils, just like a beast that is dormant and about to hunt.

But unfortunately no one saw it.

So Drake walked carefully to Old Tang, put one hand on his shoulder, and the hand holding the syringe was looking for a place on the neck where the needle could be inserted.

Although the other party didn't say where the injection came from, Drake saw that in many movies, the drug was injected from somewhere on the neck, so it should be right?

He was guarding against Old Tang, so his mind was always tense.

But in the next second, Drake's pupils shrank, and his hand outstretched in the air...was caught.

when? !

"Don't move! If you move again, I'll smash this thing into his head!"

Old Tang roared, there was a crisp click, and the sound of something breaking.

Drake couldn't help but let out a howl from the depths of his throat, his wrist held by Old Tang...was forcibly twisted!

Old Tang, who was supposed to be held down by the two, took the syringe from Drake's hand and put it on Drake's dark neck. The liquid inside was still rolling and bubbling, as if a tube was Heated boiling water.

The nerves of all the people present suddenly tensed up, especially the two younger brothers who were holding down Old Tang. They fell to the ground as if they had been hit head-on by a wild boar. It broke out in the slightly thin body of the Asian, and then pushed their bodies away abruptly!

"I'm sorry... If you send it to the doctor quickly, maybe you can save it."

Old Tang glanced at Drake's abnormally twisted wrist, and his tone was flat as if he just bent a thin iron bar.

"Get out of here!"

"Do you still want this hand?"

Old Tang yelled two sentences in a very short time, his voice was low and deep like the deterrent from the throat of a beast grinding its teeth.

The first sentence was addressed to the gangsters standing around pointing guns at them, and the second sentence was said when he leaned closer to Drake.

The furious roar almost deafened Drake's ears, but he felt that the wailing sound he made should be better than this.

The conversation between the two people echoed throughout the street. From time to time, someone poked their head out of the window and wanted to curse something, but after seeing what those black guys were holding in their hands, they decisively closed the window and retreated back.

Who the hell dares to watch this kind of thing?
"Shit! Back off!"

Under the severe pain, Drake popped out a sentence from his mouth that was about to bite the blood. He was afraid that if the idiots around him continued to exert pressure, the abnormal Asian in front of him would directly take the contents of the syringe. Into his body, he didn't want to be a drug tester.

The younger brothers looked at each other and retreated hesitantly. The sound of dragging footsteps was like a group of people wearing slippers dragging on the ground.

"Tell your men to drop the gun! Throw it over!" Old Tang was still roaring, the throbbing veins on his forehead made his face look extraordinarily hideous, and his heart was beating so hard that it had already exceeded the normal heart rate.

Fuck fuck!

Old Tang cursed obscenities in his heart.

Although he had prepared for this day, Old Tang never expected it to come so suddenly.

To put it bluntly, he is just a poor guy who messes with social relief. The bounty hunter only accepts the tasks of ghosts, which means that he actually doesn't have the guts to shuttle through the hail of bullets every day, but he didn't expect the exciting gun battle to come to him without warning. Come!
It's like getting out of bed one morning, the weather is sunny and sunny, and the wildflowers outside the window are blooming again, everything is so beautiful.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door and told him seriously that the earth will be destroyed soon, please cooperate with our work and participate in population migration as soon as possible.

What does the battlefield painting style of gun battle have to do with him, a bastard who doesn't want to fight with the world!
But since Old Tang came to his door, he had to welcome him. After all, there is no such thing as a save game in Earth OL. If something really happens, it's not a joke.

Fortunately, I just edited the news to make Mingming call the police...the police should be on the way now, right?

Turning his mind around, Old Tang saw that those guys were still waiting and just lowered the muzzle of the gun in his hand, and immediately put more force on his hand, causing Drake to howl again.

"Tell your men to put their guns down! Get the hell out of here!"

Old Tang roared.

This time there was no need for Drake to speak again. His younger brothers saw that the boss was screaming so miserably, and consciously threw their guns in the open space beside him.

"You, pick it up and throw it farther away!"

Old Tang casually pointed to a guy who was behind him before, and motioned him to throw the pile of firearms further away.

Just kidding, if these guys run away and pick up the guns, how can they run?I'm afraid that as soon as I turn my head, I will be beaten into a sieve behind my back.

*
"Xue Ji, what's going on? Is there something wrong with the person you're looking for?" In the shadows, a surprised male voice came from the woman's earphones.

"This group of trash... I should do it myself." Xue Ji said coldly.

"What should we do now? The second-generation reagent produced by the research institute may not find a better test product except this person!" The man became impatient.

"There is no other way, please provide the location, I will do it myself." The figure in white disappeared, as if he had never existed in the darkness.

The communication between the two is all in Japanese.

*
"You're so stupid, get out."

Old Tang kicked Drake who was writhing in pain on the ground, turned around and ran, and disappeared into the alley next to him in the blink of an eye.

He didn't care which direction he was running, these things were secondary to tonight's strange encounter.

Old Tang ran from time to time and looked back to see if the gangsters had caught up, thinking that the car might be scrapped, but it was an old thing that he had spent many years with him... I don’t know why, the old man In fact, Tang is still a nostalgic person in his heart.

The aspect of nostalgia is mainly manifested in the reluctance to wash socks that have been worn for a few days, the reluctance to throw away fruit that is about to rot, and the reluctance to replace a computer that is stuck... His broken car has been repaired and repaired many times Fall apart crisis.

After all, there is still no money.

Old Tang was thinking in his heart, he looked down at the syringe in his hand, and suddenly realized that he forgot to throw it away.

It looks pretty good.

Old Tang slowed down and glanced at the bubbling liquid inside, feeling a little strange.

He saw that delicate silver box just now. It shouldn't be something that street gangsters can fiddle with, right?

Putting that thing together with the gangsters is like telling someone that any bum you dragged off the street is actually a ballerina master, out of place.

But it shouldn't be a good thing.

The liquid contained in it is about to be sucked in at a glance.

"Byebye." Old Tang muttered, raising his hand to lift it into the air.

But before he finished throwing the thing in his hand to the ground, Old Tang suddenly felt a little dizzy.

Immediately afterwards, the limbs were a little weak, and it seemed that something was stuck in the throat, and I couldn't breathe...

If a person with medical study experience is here and understands all the symptoms of Old Tang, he will quickly make a judgment that the patient in front of him has a problem of hemorrhagic heart failure.

Congestive heart failure (CHF) is often due to poor ventricular pumping or filling function, cardiac output cannot meet the body's metabolic needs, tissue and organ blood perfusion is insufficient, and pulmonary circulation and systemic circulation congestion occur at the same time. It is a clinical syndrome that occurs when the disease progresses to a later stage in patients with the disease.

Although Old Tang's living habits were not considered healthy, his body was in good condition.

The body is so good that it tastes good, how can it be possible to have heart failure?

Of course, Old Tang doesn’t know all this. He is not a medical student, let alone a doctor. Old Tang is just a low-level Asian American who dropped out of middle school and entered the society...

At the end of his unconsciousness, Old Tang seemed to see a man in white clothes standing in front of him.

"Damn it, it's not Bai Wuchang who came to seduce people."

"Brother..." Someone called softly in the darkness.

Old Tang turned over and sat up in a jerk, only to find that he was sitting in the sun, in front of him was a table, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and a child was quietly writing on the table.

you again?
Old Tang recognized at a glance that this was the child who often appeared in his dreams. He wanted to say it, but he didn't say it.

There is a plate of crystal clear grapes on the table.

Old Tang Xin said that this little guy really likes to eat grapes, and saw him eating grapes in his dreams a few times ago.

He did one thing quite naturally, took a grape off the plate, and stuffed it into the child's mouth.

The little boy chewed quietly without raising his eyes.

It's just the force of chewing... which made Old Tang feel like he was tearing a piece of cowhide instead of a grape.

Hell, you have to use so much force to eat a piece of fruit. Is this some kind of weird cannibal self-cultivation?

Old Tang wanted to say it, but he didn't say it.

He turned his eyes to the words written by the child on the paper, tried it, but couldn't understand it.

When Old Tang was thinking hard about how to pronounce the word "cloud" at the beginning, the child suddenly raised his head, with panic and tears in his clear eyes, inexplicably like a vigilant young animal.

"Brother, you are going to die."

Nonsense, I am living a good life.

Old Tang thought to himself, but was immediately surprised that he had assumed the identity of "brother".

But involuntarily, another sentence that he hadn't considered at all came out of his mouth: "Until the king's reign, I will not die, and neither will you, Constantine."

Did such arrogant words come out of my mouth?Old Tang thought.

Not too bad.

"But brother, you are really going to die... Brother, don't die!"

The boy didn't listen at all, and he was already crying when he spoke again.

Two lines of tears flowed down, engraving crystal tears on his upturned little face.

"Brother, don't die!"

Old Tang's heart skipped a beat.

The little boy's face suddenly turned ferocious, as if his most beloved toy had been snatched away by someone, and he would never come back again.

"it is good."

The chaotic thoughts in Old Tang's mind suddenly disappeared, and an inexplicable emotion suddenly rose up, and then occupied his whole mind.

"I won't die."

"If someone wants me dead... let him disappear forever."

He nodded gently, his voice full of unquestionable majesty and anger.

 I heard that a plane crashed... hoping for a miracle

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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