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The two bodyguards protecting Kunsha used pistols to clear the way and rushed out from the main entrance.
"Made."
Zhang Feng cursed, got up and ran quickly towards Wang Xiaojuan, who was still unconscious on the ground.
He ran to Wang Xiaojuan's side and felt her breathing. It was already vague. Her face was as pale as paper due to excessive blood loss, but the wounds on her body were still bleeding out.
Frowning his brows tightly, Zhang Feng knew that Wang Xiaojuan's current situation was very bad. The wounds on her body were not fatal, but excessive blood loss was fatal.
Without having time to think about it, he took the pistol in her hand, took off her coat, took it off and covered her chest to block the exposed spring scenery.
He picked her up from the ground and rushed towards the door quickly.
The chaotic crowd had already rushed out of the gate, but it did not cause any hindrance to Zhang Feng.
Rushing out of the door and onto the street, I heard the rapid sound of police sirens in the distance.
Looking around, he saw a man next to him who was about to get into the car. He ran over and kicked him out.
The man got up from the ground and saw Wang Xiaojuan covered in blood and Zhang Feng holding her with a pistol in his hand. He immediately swallowed the words he was about to curse.
Putting Wang Xiaojuan on the passenger seat, Zhang Feng got into the car and started quickly. The car jumped out like a sharp sword.
The man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses, hurriedly took out his cell phone and dialed the police number.
Zhang Feng had no time to think about so many things at this moment. He only knew that if Wang Xiaojuan could not be rescued, she would really die.
The vehicle rushed onto the main road and traveled four or five kilometers. The anxious look on Zhang Feng's face became more and more intense.
Such a hasty and unprepared action did not fully understand the surrounding terrain, so now he could only flee hastily like a headless fly.
Of course, you can't go to a big hospital. Wang Xiaojuan has not only stab wounds but also gunshot wounds. I'm afraid if she is taken to the hospital, the police will arrive.
Most of the small private clinics are located in relatively remote locations, and sometimes you don’t know where to look.
I saw a woman on the roadside carrying shopping bags.
Just as he was putting it into the trunk, Zhang Feng's foot suddenly stepped on the brake.
The car wiped a long brake mark on the ground and screeched to a stop beside the woman.
The woman was obviously startled, but Zhang Feng jumped out of the car, walked up to her with a pistol in his hand, and said coldly in English: "If you listen to me, I won't hurt you. Get in the car now!" "
The woman nodded and walked slowly towards the cab.
Zhang Feng turned around and put down Wang Xiaojuan in the passenger seat, opened the back door of the woman's car, laid her down on the back seat, and then opened the passenger door and got in.
He put the muzzle of the gun against the woman's waist and said in a cold voice: "Send me to a clinic not far away from here, understand? It's not a big hospital!"
"Yes, yes!" The woman started to stutter nervously, and cold sweat was dripping from her face because of fear.
He hurriedly started the car and drove off the main road towards the service road.
Zhang Feng looked back at Wang Xiaojuan, who was lying in the back seat. Her face had become increasingly ugly, and now there was almost no blood at all.
"Made, what a stupid woman!" He cursed secretly in his heart.
Now that the operation has failed, Kunsha must be even more alert. If he wants to find an opportunity to capture him, he will have to wait until the year of the monkey.
And it's not just as simple as the failure of the operation. Now Wang Xiaojuan's situation is not optimistic.
The Japanese side must launch a large-scale manhunt for herself and her. In such an unfamiliar place, Zhang Feng felt for the first time what it was like to be in trouble.
After driving for about twenty minutes, the woman drove into a community and stopped at the door of a private clinic five minutes later.
"Here...here, here is the clinic." The woman said nervously and timidly.
Zhang Feng nodded and said, "I'm sorry, I offended you."
He picked up the pistol in his hand and hit the woman's neck hard with the butt of the gun.
The woman suddenly tilted her neck and passed out.
Zhang Feng got out of the car, moved the unconscious woman to the passenger seat, changed into the driver's seat, drove the car about three kilometers away, and parked it in a remote place.
Get out of the car, pick up the dying Wang Xiaojuan in the back seat, and quickly walk towards the private
Run to the clinic.
The Japanese police will definitely be able to trace this car. Although the method of hiding the car is a bit clumsy, it can delay it for a minute.
Running to the door of the clinic, Zhang Feng rang the doorbell.
"￥%... &" There was a burst of jabbering Japanese Mandarin. Zhang Feng couldn't understand what the other party said, so he could only ring the doorbell again.
At two o'clock in the middle of the night, the doctor at the clinic was awakened by the doorbell. He came over and opened the door sleepily. The next second, his sleepiness completely disappeared.
A dark pistol was pressed against his forehead, and Zhang Feng said coldly: "Can you understand English?"
The unattractive doctor swallowed with his Adam's apple rolling and nodded.
Zhang Feng continued: "Save her, and not only will I not do anything to you, but I will also pay you a generous medical fee. If not, you will pay for her life!"
"Hey, hey, hey!" Cold sweat was dripping down the doctor's face. He said, "Put her on the hospital bed and I'll check her body."
Zhang Feng also nodded. The doctor was relatively calm, so things would be much easier to handle.
Laying Wang Xiaojuan down on the hospital bed, the blood flowing from her body immediately dyed the light blue sheets under her into purple.
Pulling a chair over, Zhang Feng leaned against the wall and pointed the gun at the doctor who was examining her.
The doctor took off the clothes covering Wang Xiaojuan's body, and the tragic injuries suddenly made him take a breath of air.
The red blood has completely dyed the chest bright red, the wound has turned outwards, and the tissue fluid on the inside has been mixed with the blood.
The wound was in the center of the chest. If the wound had been deeper, it would have dislodged the whole person.
Moving his eyes upward, he saw a stab wound on his shoulder. The wound was not big, but it was very deep.
When he saw the gunshot wound in his lower abdomen, the doctor's expression changed drastically. He originally thought that Zhang Feng was a gang member. After all, in Japan, a country where gangs were legal, armed fights often occurred. But there were not many gunshot wounds.
He hesitated slightly, not knowing what to do with his hand hanging in the air for a moment.
Zhang Feng noticed his expression, reached out and took the pillow from the other hospital bed, covered the muzzle of the gun, and pulled the trigger with his finger.