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Chapter 160 Two Serious Injuries

"Hahaha..." He Gang burst into laughter suddenly, and said to a subordinate next to him, "Is it true that when people get old, their courage will also decrease." He was obviously mocking the chief.

Zhou Weiqiang couldn't hear it, and scolded, "Little Maoxian, come if you want, and stop talking nonsense."

"Okay" He Gang immediately picked up the pistol on the table, pointed it at Ling Yue'er who was sitting on the chair, squeezed the trigger, and aimed quickly.

The chief waved his hand to stop, and warned, "Old He, if one of my two subordinates dies because of this, your life will not be easy in the future, I, Liang Wenlie, promise."

He Gang was stunned after hearing this, Liang Wenlie was serious, this is really not a joke, he turned his head and said, "As long as it doesn't die at my side, it's none of my business."

"If you die here, I will immediately write a document to the Central Office."

He Gang snorted coldly and didn't answer. The pistol that was aimed at Ling Yue'er's heart moved a little quietly. Zhou Weiqiang saw it in his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

He Gang gestured with a pistol for a long time, originally intending to frighten her and make her make a fool of himself, but Ling Yue'er was expressionless and only stared at He Gang, as if wanting to eat him alive.

He Gang just made fun of himself, waved his gun, and there was a bang, sparks popped out of the gun barrel, and the bullet was like an arrow flying from the string, it plunged into Ling Yueer's chest, grazed the heart, raged in the body, and then shot out from the back out, hitting the back of the chair.

Immediately, blood stained Ling Yue'er's shirt red. From the beginning to the end, Ling Yue'er just hummed lightly. Seeing this, the chief shouted, "Well done Yue'er, the chief is proud of you. You keep it."

"Thank you, thank you, Chief Xie." Although Ling Yue'er didn't show any pained expression, her voice was visibly trembling.

Seeing this situation, He Gang felt more resentment in his heart. He pointed his gun at Zhou Weiqiang again, and fired again without saying a word. The bullet hit his abdomen. It gushed out, soaked the corner of the clothes, and dripped all over the ground.

"Okay, they are all good soldiers, hold on," the chief shouted, his old face was also very excited at this time.

Zhou Weiqiang held back the pain, walked over to help Ling Yue'er unlock the lock, put her on his shoulders, and said, "Yue'er, twice."

Ling Yue'er was in excruciating pain, but when she heard this sentence, she couldn't help laughing dryly, thinking that when she first met Zhou Weiqiang, they went to assassinate Yi Zhongtian together, and Zhou Weiqiang accidentally took one shot, and today he took another shot, and sure enough It was twice.

The three of them supported each other and walked out. The chief said harshly, "Old He, you'd better pray that my two subordinates are okay, hmph..." After speaking, he shook his head and left, leaving an angry He Gang who blows his beard and stares.

Walking out of the building, Ling Yue'er was so exhausted that she almost fainted, the bullet passed through her body, and it was hot and humid in summer, and she had already washed her body with sweat for countless times, Zhou Weiqiang was better, although the bullet also got stuck in his stomach, But it didn't cause a lot of damage, just left some blood, not much different from the last shot.

It's just that the shooting distance was too close this time, and the entire bullet went into the gun.

The chief's special car was already waiting below, and two special agents hurriedly helped Zhou Weiqiang and Ling Yue'er into the car, and the car went straight to the hospital.

Several people hurried to the hospital, and the answer they received was that they would not accept patients with gunshot wounds. The reason was that during the turmoil in Kyoto, all hospitals in the city were notified that all patients injured by weapons, especially gunshot wounds Injured patients are not admitted unless permission is obtained from higher management.

The approval process also takes a few days, and this cannot wait. The chief hurriedly ordered the driver to go to the small hospital a few more times, but got the same answer.The chief was so angry that he cursed and wanted to reveal his identity on the spot, so that these sons of bitches could open their eyes and see who I am.

Zhou Weiqiang held him back. As the head of the secret service, revealing his identity would mean losing his life.

The chief gritted his teeth, and after making a phone call at the corner, he ordered the driver to see if he could find some black market doctors.

At this moment, the phone rang again, and the chief got mad on the spot after answering the call, smashing the phone to pieces.

That scumbag, He Gang, was the first to file a complaint, and now the Central Office urgently ordered him to go to a meeting immediately.

The military order was like a mountain and he had to listen. For the two people in front of him, he could only write down an address and ask the driver to take them there, and then wrote down a few numbers and asked the driver to contact the black market doctor and a few well-known doctors whom he knew personally. See if Ken is willing to help.

He arranged another car for himself and hurried to the central office.

Ling Yue'er's consciousness had already begun to blur, and she leaned on Zhou Weiqiang's shoulder drowsily. Zhou Weiqiang was taken aback and kept talking to her, fearing that she would fall asleep.

The driver sent the two of them to a slum-like concentration of poor people, and there was a reasonably well-decorated house on the mountainside.

Zhou Wei held back the pain, helped Ling Yue'er into the house, and closed the doors and windows tightly.

The driver kept making phone calls according to the command of the chief, and almost all the numbers were notified that they were turned off or could not be connected. Of course, the driver had already expected that the turmoil affected too many people, making some Some influential people in Kyoto disappeared immediately, some of them were unfortunately suppressed, while some were hiding in a dark corner to avoid the limelight.

The driver shook his head at Zhou Weiqiang expressionlessly and said nothing.

Zhou Weiqiang looked at Ling Yue'er, who was leaning on the chair with a pale face, and knew that it would really be hopeless to delay it any longer.

He immediately wrote down some medicine lists, arranged for the driver to buy them, and pulled out the medicine box himself, "Your sister, with me around, it's not so easy to die."

The driver took the medicine list and saw that he was gearing up as if he was going to perform an operation on himself. He was so surprised that he couldn't speak, and stood aside in a daze, dumbfounded.

"Hurry up." Zhou Weiqiang roared, and the driver scrambled and hurried out of the door.

Ling Yue'er was also woken up by the sound, and slightly opened her tired eyes.

Zhou Weiqiang immediately told her not to move around, and said, "Yue'er, hold back, the bullet is not in your body, but the wound must be cleaned up, and I will take off your clothes later, so don't hit anyone."

"Yeah." It was the first time Ling Yue'er was so easy to discuss.

Maybe she also knew about her condition, or maybe she saw Zhou Weiqiang's pale face and red belly, but she was still worried about her life.

Zhou Weiqiang didn't hesitate anymore, and lifted Ling Yue'er's top. The bullet was on the right chest near the heart. He tore off her bra, and then covered her chest with a piece of gauze that had been prepared long ago, and wiped it with disinfectant. After cleaning the wound several times and applying some medicine to stop the bleeding, he wrapped it tightly with a bandage, helped her put on her clothes, and let her lean on the chair.