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The dancer stood up straight and raised the arm with the needle inserted so that the blood could flow smoothly into Zhao Qiang's blood vessels.
When Zhang Feng rushed to the station, he saw a scene.
Hearing the footsteps, the gigolo looked back. As the blood flowed out, his face turned slightly pale.
"How is it?" Zhang Feng asked.
"Zhao Qiang's life has been saved for the time being. Now it depends on whether the doctor can arrive in time, and even if I have type O blood, he will have to take anti-rejection drugs for a period of time in the future." The gigolo said.
Zhang Feng nodded, as long as he saved his life for the time being, as for the later treatment, that was a trivial matter.
"Mike, what's going on with the doctor!"
Hearing Zhang Feng's voice, Mike immediately said: "Brother Feng, Zhai Qiang and I are on the way with the doctor. Don't worry, we will definitely arrive in three hours."
Zhai Qiang was sitting in the back seat with a pistol in his hand and the muzzle of the gun pressed against the head of a black doctor.
And Mike had already stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. On the uneven road, the needle on the instrument panel was already pointing to 150 kilometers per hour! And this number is still rising. In order to reach the fire ant mercenary group's station within three hours, he and Zhai Qiang had begun to risk their lives.
…
Johnson slowly pulled the trigger, and the AK-47's muzzle spurted out a tongue of flame, and the bullets shot out with a roar.
The sudden sound caused the frightened mercenaries to panic immediately. One mercenary's skull was blown off by a bullet, and blood and brains splattered on the heads and faces of the surrounding mercenaries.
Fear constantly stirred up the tense nerves of the mercenaries. Faced with being killed and unknown death, they became completely crazy and fought back crazily in the direction where the bullets came from.
Bullets were pouring crazily towards the location where Johnson had just shot. The roots of the bullet tree were spurting and the leaves were flying around. Immediately after the shooting, Johnson had quickly moved to the next shooting point.
The violent gunfire could vent the fear in the mercenaries' hearts, but it could not cause any harm to Johnson.
When the gunfire stopped, damn silence enveloped them again.
"Come out! Come out! Don't hide if you can!"
People roar like crazy.
Johnson ignored him at all. Zhang Feng asked him to call his name every three minutes, so three minutes!
Three minutes is very fast for Johnson, but for the mercenaries surrounded by booby traps and waiting for death, it seems like a century.
Johnson's gun shot out of the darkness again, the gun sounded, the muzzle flashed, and then the darkness returned.
Once again, a mercenary fell to the ground. He was shot in the heart. The bullet penetrated the heart and penetrated the back, leaving a wound the size of a bowl on the back. You can even see the heart shattered by the bullet on the inside!
"Ah!" Finally someone couldn't bear the torture anymore, roared hysterically, and ran towards the jungle quickly.
He laughed crazily, roared, and finally his body was torn apart by an explosion, and his broken arms and limbs fell from the air.
As Johnson called his name again and again, one by one the mercenaries died at the gunpoint in the darkness. More and more mercenaries could not bear it and chose to go into the jungle and die under booby traps.
The process of waiting for death is more frightening than death itself! This sentence is completely fulfilled at this moment.
With the presence of booby traps, they could not dodge and could only wait here to be shot. This situation made them feel miserable. They were going to die anyway, so they might as well get into the booby traps and die happily!
The number of mercenaries in the safe area is getting smaller and smaller, and there are more and more meat residues and blood, and the smell of blood and internal organs is getting stronger and stronger.
…
Zhao Qiang's breathing stabilized a little, and his face looked a little better.
The gigolo's face became increasingly pale. He didn't know how many cc of blood had been drained from him. He only knew that it hadn't stopped from the beginning to now.
Zhang Feng on the side also saw that if the dancer continued like this, he might not be able to hold on. Zhao Qiang is his brother, and so is the gigolo.
Walking to Zhao Qiang's side, he saw the crooked and crooked stitches on the wound. He forced a smile on his face and sneered, "Gigolo, aren't your skills that good at this? The sewing is really ugly."
Hearing Zhang Feng's words, the gigolo suddenly became energetic, grinned, and cursed with a smile: "Mad, don't let me talk sarcastically here. Mad, I will give you an Internet buzzword: you
you up, no o bb! "
Zhang Feng was stunned for a moment, and even asked himself to speak English. After a moment of reaction, he immediately understood the meaning of what he said. If you can do it, go ahead, if you can't do it, leave it alone!
"Fuck, if I were good, I could still use you!" Zhang Feng scolded with a smile.
At this moment, the dancer who was standing on the ground with his hands raised staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Zhang Feng understood why the gigolo said that if Zhao Qiang died, he would die, and if Zhao Qiang lived, he would live. Now it is simply a matter of one life for another!
He gritted his teeth and couldn't let the gigolo go on like this, otherwise he would really die! Even if the two hadrons come back to life by then, they will not be able to accept it at all.
Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand to pull the needle inserted on the back of Zhao Qiang's hand.
"Madman. If you dare to pull out Zhao Qiang's injured needle, we brothers will never have to do it again!" the gigolo said in a deep voice.
Zhang Feng's hand froze in mid-air, and he slowly took it back, asking: "Gigolo, why the hell are you doing this? Even if you have your own life to save the Erqiangzi, can he accept it? ?”
"Why bother? Madman, don't you understand what kind of person I am, a gigolo? Zhao Qiang knew that exposing his position would lead to death, so he exposed it without even thinking to save me! What now? I can save him without "Save me, how can I, a gigolo, have the dignity to live in this world?" the gigolo said with a stern voice.
Standing up slowly, Zhang Feng shook his head with a wry smile and said with a sneer: "Okay! I'll go see what's going on with Johnson."
As he spoke, he strode toward the gate of the station.
When he passed by the gigolo, he suddenly struck the gigolo on the neck with a knife.
The gigolo's head was dizzy due to blood loss, and he didn't expect Zhang Fengfeng to suddenly take action against him. His body suddenly softened, and he slowly closed his eyes with disbelief in his eyes.
He turned around to catch the gigolo's body, slowly put him down on the ground, sighed, and said to himself: "Gigolo, I can't watch Er Qiangzi die, and I can't just let him go. I will kill you. He is my brother, and you are also my brother." As he said this, he pulled out all the needles stuck on the backs of the dancer's and Zhao Qiang's hands.
The only thing Zhang Feng prayed for at this moment was that Mike and Zhao Qiang brought the doctor over quickly.