Ye Jian’s dull voice could be heard clearly from the narrow staircase. This foot did not let the other party relax. When his left leg was clasped by Ye Jian’s hands again, the South Asian man’s expression was like eating. The ferocious beasts of man burst into a brutal cold light.
Upstairs, the young policeman wanted to rush to find his colleague. When he heard the sound of fighting, he quickly rushed back.
The fire door on the second floor opened, and two people came in while talking, "The penicillin has not yet undergone a skin test. Please remember clearly when you are handing over. The patient's temperature in bed 6 has been repeatedly abnormal since the afternoon. You must explain them one by one. For the night shift."
These are two nurses who are ready to hand over. The young policeman who rushed down the steps had to turn back again. "The police handle the case and take the elevator."
While talking, the left hand stopped the two nurses, the right hand opened the fire door, and pushed the two nurses with inexplicable faces back to the safety zone. There can be no one here, you have to guard!
Ye Jian just said, keep upstairs!
Keep upstairs for nothing else, for fear of someone coming in and out, for fear of being injured by mistake, but the other party has a dangerous gun in his hand!
The young policeman tried to rush down several times after hearing the sound of fierce fighting, but because the fire door did not have a bolt, he had to stay in a hurry.
He didn't have a pager on his body, and he couldn't ask for help from his colleagues. He just waited and waited anxiously.
"It's interesting, you, not a Chinese person, you have been following us, but you can understand Chinese!" The blunt Chinese seemed to be smashed out of the opponent's mouth, cruel and cold, and even more playful.
Ye Jian smiled thinly, and said in fluent Chinese: "I said that I am a Chinese citizen. Of course, Chinese citizens can understand what you say."
"Hahaha, a Chinese citizen? Me too!" The South Asian man wiped off the blood that had been cut by something on his face, his eyes staring at the figure that merged with the darkness, with a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.
The opponent's fists and legs did not stop attacking even when they were talking. He couldn't shoot. Ye Jian didn't give him a chance to shoot. In a life-and-death struggle, whoever has the upper hand will survive.
Using words to distract her is really useless.
The iron staircase guardrail kicked "clam...clam", Ye Jian once again cut the other's wrist with the silver wire, and in one fell swoop buckled the left leg of the South Asian man who kicked it and slammed it against the barrier.
After that, Ye Jian heard the sound of the gun safety latch releasing.
The other party is going to shoot...
There was a faint voice, Ye Jian didn't have any chance to think about it. He clasped the opponent's left leg with both hands and twisted it, raising his leg to attack the South Asian man's crotch, absolutely not letting the opponent have a chance to shoot!
The crotch is the most sensitive part of the nerve endings for any man. Even if the opponent is as strong as a king, kicked by Ye Jian, the whole facial features are twisted, and the opening of the pistol's safety plug makes him painful to the finger reaction. Half a beat slowly.
Slowly afraid that Ye Jian was enough. The HKP7m8 pistol that he carried with him had always been opened. After taking it out, he shot directly without stopping.
"Bang..." came the sound of a balloon exploding in a sealed box from the dark corridor. After the first sound, the second sound followed.
A shot was aimed at the man's right hand, and the sound of the other party pulling the security plug to determine where he fired.