Chapter 278 How many bullets do you have in your magazine?
Chapter 278 How many bullets do you still have in your magazine?
After saying that, she immediately got up from him and ran away.
Wei Heng grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. The two of them were just joking.
There was a sudden pain in his chest, and he took a sharp breath.
hiss.
When Yi Yao heard this, he immediately stopped his hand and anxiously stepped forward to check his wound and asked, "Does it hurt? Is the wound open?"
"No, I just accidentally used too much force." Wei Heng pursed his lips and smiled.
He also wanted to say that actually seeing her worried about him, the injury was nothing, and he felt no pain at all.
Yi Yao didn't think so. She immediately let go of his hand and turned to go find the doctor.
Wei Heng wanted to call someone to stop him, but he disappeared.
He stared at the door of the ward, smiled, and the corners of his lips curved into a beautiful curve.
Yes, he has a lover who loves and cares for him as a treasure, a sensible and lovely son, and a grandfather and nephew who love him. What else is there to be dissatisfied about?
Those "blood relatives" who only treat family ties like dirt and only want to extract benefits from him, one wants to kill him, and the other wants to kill his mother.
How ridiculous.
After a while, Dean Li and Yi Yao came back in a hurry.
He checked carefully and found blood stains on the gauze, so he bandaged him again, and then carefully gave some instructions before being forced away by Wei Heng's eyes.
Yi Yao sat next to him, her cheeks bulging with anger, and she turned her head to say nothing to him.
Wei Heng felt a little unreasonable and stretched out his right hand to gently tug on her clothes.
Yi Yao seemed really angry this time. She turned her head and pointed at him and said seriously: "You will never do this again. You are still a seriously ill patient. How can you use so much force? If the wound pops open, then you deserve to be stitched again."
Once, I won't let Dean Li give you anesthesia, and I'll make you roll on the floor in pain!"
When Wei Heng heard this, he was not angry, and even thought it was a bit funny, and echoed: "Yes, yes, I will definitely take good care of myself in the future and strive to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible!"
"Huh, that's pretty much it."
"Then don't give me any reward. I was really in pain just now." After saying that, Wei Heng's eyes drooped and he looked depressed, looking very aggrieved.
Yi Yao pursed her lips and said, "How about I peel an apple for you and feed it myself?"
Wei Heng nodded: "Okay, but I still need a kiss."
After saying that, he held her shoulders, their wet and hot lips were attached to each other, and their breaths were entangled. After a long time, Wei Heng nibbled her hard several times before letting her go.
Yi Yao rolled her eyes at him and lay in his arms, panting.
The next day, the suburbs of Yongcheng.
A manor built entirely of wood with an architectural style that leans towards the ancient style. There are many messy flowers and plants scattered in the courtyard, including the dusty and damaged steps.
All reflect the antiquity of this manor.
And in such an old and even gloomy manor, there was a man inside, holding his hair with both hands, looking as if he was very upset about something.
"Damn it!"
"Why couldn't you get rid of that bastard? God is unfair to me! I don't accept it!"
"give me one more chance!"
"As long as you give me another chance, I will definitely be able to kill him!"
Wei Sihuai suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with madness and murderous intent. He thought his plan was perfect and he thought he could get rid of Wei Heng!
Who knows...
God doesn’t do his best, it’s God’s will!
Then come a few more times and let Wei Heng be buried together with that bitch, the woman whom Wei Heng regarded as his darling, the woman who was willing to block the gun for her!
Wei Sihuai has even thought about how to "commemorate" in front of the two's tombstones and how to show off his glory after inheriting the group!
So what if the means are despicable? In this cruel society, what needs to be obeyed is still the cruelest law of the jungle!
The strong one is the king, the loser is the bandit!
"Yes! Weak and losers are never qualified to judge the successful. As long as I, Wei Sihuai, can ascend the supreme throne, all the infamy and all the negative voices will disappear!"
"We, Si Huai, will be the final winner!"
Thinking of this, Wei Sihuai looked at the pistol placed on the wooden table. As long as he was given another chance, he could already get rid of Wei Heng!
rustle rustle······
In the living room, Wei Sihuai was sitting on the sofa, thinking about his plan, immersed in his own world. Little did he know that in the courtyard of the manor outside, there was a team of eight people maintaining a cautious formation, approaching the window of the manor step by step.
"Brother Chen, there are no problems outside the manor, and there are no camera equipment!"
"very good!"
There was a glint in Bai Chen's eyes, and there was not even a single safety measure. It seemed that Wei Sihuai, after escaping, felt that Bai Chen would not be able to find him?
Are they too confident or are they underestimating the abilities of Bai Chen and the other brothers?
"Disperse in a fan shape. In order to prevent accidents, two people are left guarding the manor yard. If any situation arises, notify them immediately and give a signal!"
"in addition!"
"The car in the garage needs to get rid of its internal parts, tire air, etc. This time we have to make sure we get it 100%!"
"no problem!"
When Bai Chen gave the order, the other bodyguards nodded solemnly.
They are also very aware of the importance of this mission. They dare to shoot their boss. They are really tired of living!
"Take action!"
A "bang" sound confirmed that Wei Sihuai was sitting on the sofa in the living room alone. Bai Chen, as the team leader, was the first to rush in.
The eight-person team performed their duties and marched in a fan shape. The moment they rushed into the living room, the noise they made finally pulled Wei Sihuai out of his thoughts.
The mental tension came from a conditioned reflex and he stood up, holding the pistol tightly and pointing it at the only entrance to the living room.
"who!?"
"The response is quite sharp, but that's about it."
Bai Chen raised the corners of his lips and sneered. Of course he knew that Wei Sihuai had a gun in his hand, but compared to people like them who had retired as mercenaries and had been dealing with guns and knives all year round.
The firearm held by Wei Sihuai was similar to that of an eight-year-old child holding a toy gun.
"As expected, you still found this place, what? Aren't you afraid of death? Do you think I don't dare to shoot?"
Wei Si Huai knew very well what would happen if he fell into Bai Chen's hands. Even if there was only one bullet left in the gun, he would never show any cowardice!
Even in terms of aura, Bai Chen and others must know that they are not to be trifled with!
Hearing this, Bai Chen shrugged, looking completely unconcerned.
"Of course, you can shoot at us!"
"but······"
"How many bullets are left in your magazine?"
As soon as these words came out, Wei Sihuai's expression changed obviously. Bai Chen had brought many people here, and the result would be obvious once he fired.