The Strongest Soldier in the City

She couldn't figure it out, how did Chen Liuhe discover all this? From what point did you see that the car was moved by someone? And can be so determined!

His attentiveness and insight are too terrifying! How can one be so detailed? Her car, even she can't see the clues, but he can see at a glance!

After the fear that her heart was about to be frightened, it was a feeling that the rest of her life was born in her heart. She was glad that there was such a horrible man beside her!

"It's no surprise that when a person has experienced too many trees and trees in danger, he will naturally learn to be more keen and observation than ordinary people! Because this is the basic skill that will allow you to live!" Chen Liuhe said lightly.

"Chen Liuhe, what kind of environment did you live in before?" Wang Jinge is full of strong curiosity. She really wants to know what kind of environment can exercise such a pervert.

"An environment filled with murderous air!" Chen Liuhe said expressionlessly.

Afterwards, he no longer ignored Wang Jinge, and quietly looked at the Cayenne, which was blown into a pile of scrap iron, and the cold on his face made the air freeze: "One by one, the links are interlocking, the means It's really endless! Very elaborate, professional, and know enough about me! Guess it's not so easy to kill me!"

"But I want my life by this method alone? Obviously it is still too tender!" Chen Liuhe sneered and shook his head, there was no undulation in his heart, and his face was cold except for the cold!

He did not stay too much, holding Wang Jinge, who was eclipsed by Huarong, and quickly disappeared at the explosion site.

Late at night, the autumn moon is getting thicker, and the clouds are thick. Under the guidance of Wang Jinge, Chen Liuhe took her to a commercial house in a high-end community.

The interior decoration is exquisite, not luxurious, but very high-end, with an elegant style, which is in line with the temperament of Wang Jinge.

Putting Wang Jinge on the sofa in the living room, Chen Liuhe said softly: "Is there a medicine cabinet at home?"

Wang Jinge looked at Chen Liuhe and nodded: "Yes, in the third drawer of the cabinet." She looked at Chen Liuhe and suddenly saw a little blood drip on the clean floor. It was from Chen Liuhe. Dripping down her body, she exclaimed: "Are you hurt?!"

Chen Liuhe ignored it and turned to find the medicine cabinet. At this time, Wang Jinge finally saw Chen Lihe's **** gunshot on the left shoulder of his back. It was terrifying and terrifying, so that her heart shivered fiercely!

"You were shot!" Wang Jinge exclaimed again. Along the way, she didn't know that Chen Liuhe was injured because Chen Liuhe's performance was too strong. Where does it mean that there is a little bit of wounded?

She didn't even know when Chen Liuhe was shot, because he didn't show anything from beginning to end, not even a word of hum!

God, this was a gunshot wound, a bullet was stuck into the flesh and blood, the pain, she can imagine, how did he endure it? And she still hugged herself along the way, desperately protecting herself, even in the rain of gunfire, she did not hurt her a little bit!

A picture flashed in vain in her mind. She remembered that there was a gunshot, and Chen Liuhe and her transferred a position!

This shot of Chen Liuhe was a bullet that helped her to block it!

She shuddered suddenly, her palms covered her lips subconsciously, her eyes full of complexity! There are tremors, surprises, emotions, and even fog that cannot be suppressed!

What kind of man is this? She couldn't understand him and couldn't see through him! He once again helped her resist everything without fear of life and death, but he did not mention what he did to him!

Opening the medicine box and flipping around casually, Chen Liuhe said: "Fortunately, the tools are quite complete!" Chen Liuhe took the medicine box to Wang Jinge and didn't care about the complex expression on her face, just said: "The bullet hole is behind I can’t reach it, so I need your help!"

Wang Jinge grabbed Chen Liuhe’s arm and shook his head in panic, saying, “Chen Liuhe, shall we go to the hospital? But that’s a gunshot wound, what if the bones are hurt? You listen to me, let’s go to the hospital to see Look."

Chen Liuhe grinned and said: "Don't worry, a gunshot wound is too much trouble to go to the hospital. We can handle it ourselves. You can listen to my command! Rest assured, a broken bullet will not kill my life!"

Talking, Chen Liuhe went to the kitchen. Without hot water, he simply brought cold water from the basin, and then took off his jacket in front of Wang Jinge.

When the extremely muscular but scarred body appeared in front of Wang Jinge, there was no doubt that the impact on Wang Jinge was unparalleled. Her beautiful eyes were as big as Litchi, and she couldn't help but cool down.

The mist in her eyes couldn't help it anymore, and she turned into tears, and fell to her cheeks. She bit her fingers hard and tried not to cry.

Her eyes looked at the terrifying body in front of her without blinking. She could not imagine what kind of inhuman experience she had experienced in those dense wounds.

Her heart was tingling, unbearable tingling, the pain was like she was about to faint, and the scars were like a knife blade twisted in her heart and mouth.

She swears that she has never been trembling like this in her life, nor has she been so distressed like now!

This was the first time she saw Chen Liuhe's body, but it was enough to leave her a mark that she would never forget!

She doesn't know how many secrets are hidden in this man. The scars alone are probably enough to write a book that is so dull that it can't breathe!

"Is it ugly? Forbear it, try not to look at it if it's ugly!" Chen Liuhe just smiled indifferently at Wang Jinge's expression. This expression was seen on the faces of Qin Ruohan and Qin Monong. .

Wang Jinge shook her head desperately. She stretched out her slender white slender palms, trying to touch the scars on Chen Liuhe's body, but she did not dare, as if she was afraid to hurt Chen Liuhe.

Shaking his head, Chen Liuhe sat back in front of Wang Jinge and said, "First clean the wound with clean water, then use a scalpel to cut the muzzle a bit, then use tweezers to remove the warhead, and finally clean with alcohol! Remember No? It's that simple!"

"Just...it's that simple?" Wang Jinge, who was crying, felt like he was crying harder. Is it simple? She didn't know how much courage she needed to accomplish this!

Chen Liuhe lit a cigarette and took a hard breath to relieve the pain of the gunshot wound. He did not show any pain, but it did not mean that he did not hurt. He was not a steel body, and he also had some flesh. Yeah, who got the gun, who couldn’t hurt it?