Ma Tiancheng took a long breath, gritted his teeth and said, "What the hell, this mountain cannon is a bitch, kill him for me." Ma Tiancheng cursed, stretched out his hand and pulled out the branch. He held his stomach and walked towards the mountain cannon lying on the ground. He raised his foot and kicked the mountain cannon on the head, but there was no movement at all.
That punch just now, I used all my strength, maybe this guy is already dead. Looking at him lying there motionless, Ma Tiancheng's kick doesn't seem to be a big problem, but if this guy is really dead... How should I explain to Uncle An?
Lao Deng worriedly walked to Ma Tiancheng and supported him, "Brother, are you okay? Don't scare me."
Looking at the two of them, they were like good friends. Ma Tiancheng put his hand on Lao Deng's shoulder and smiled stiffly. His facial expression seemed to be struggling. I walked over and squatted in front of Shan Pao, reaching out and grabbing him. She pulled his hair over and looked at his face, which was stained with blood and his throat was purple and blue. He touched the artery on the right side of his neck and found no signs of beating.
I looked at Ma Tiancheng and Lao Deng and shook my head gently, "No chance,"
It was already daybreak, and the sun shone through the woods on the faces of the three of us. We didn’t eat, drink, or sleep all night. The three of us smoked out the pack of cigarettes in Lao Deng’s pocket. Finally, the three of us They discussed leaving the body of the mountain gun in the ravine, found some dry branches, and lit it on fire for a full hour.
Looking at the flames and smelling the burning smell, I suddenly felt nauseated. Lao Deng looked at me with a smile, "Brother Liu Chen, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
I shook my head, "It's not uncomfortable, it's just the first time I've encountered something like this. It feels a bit like a dream."
Lao Deng looked at me with a smile and took out half a cigarette from nowhere. "Don't worry, Mr. An won't blame us. There will inevitably be casualties in the fight. Everyone can understand this."
"Uh... damn, I was actually stabbed by him. If it weren't for Liu Chen, I would have skinned him alive,"
Seeing that the mountain cannon was covered with burnt dust and burned beyond recognition, after making sure that it would not cause a mountain fire, Lao Deng and Ma Tiancheng walked in front of me with their arms around their shoulders.
I reached out to my abdomen. The wound was sticky and there was not much blood flowing anymore. I wondered why I wasn't dying like on TV, which made me even more panicked.
"Brother Liu Chen, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Lao Deng helped Ma Tiancheng and looked back at me.
"No...it's okay..." I walked a little faster, and I was worried that I would suddenly fall down.
The three of us were walking forward along the road between two mountains. Mr. An sent someone to pick us up in a car. We learned that three of the other brothers had died and four were injured. Counting Ma Tiancheng and I, only Lao Deng was not injured anymore. Lao Deng was sitting in the car with his mouth curled up in a smile, "Haha, from now on, you should learn more from me."
"Fuck you Mr. Deng," Ma Tiancheng suddenly became energetic and started a quarrel with Mr. Deng.
When we arrived at the leisure center, Uncle An stood in the yard, smoking a cigarette alone. After watching us come in, he dropped his cigarette on the ground and looked at the few of us with a slight frown. Lao Deng quickly greeted the other brothers, "Come here." Two people prepared disinfectants to bandage Brother Liu Chen and Brother Ma,"
Uncle An didn't ask anything, he probably already knew what happened.
I was helped into a lounge by several of Uncle An's men, and Lao Deng followed me in. "Brother Liu Chen, Mr. An's personal doctor will come over to perform a minor surgery on you in a moment. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Judging from the current situation, there shouldn't be much of a problem, and you don't have to be afraid,"
"Don't be afraid, this little injury is nothing... Hey, how is Ma Tiancheng, go and see him,"
Lao Deng chuckled, "It's okay, you're fine even if you get shot. What's there to worry about with his branches? You, just stay still now," Lao Deng said, reaching out and touching my waist. Come.
I quickly reached out and grabbed his wrist, Lao Deng, and said, "Old Deng, leave this pistol to me."
Lao Deng glared at me, "Here, you kid, don't think about it. Is it useful for you to carry this thing? What if someone reports it? It must be confiscated."
In desperation, I handed the gun to him, "Okay, here you go,"
Lao Deng took the pistol and said with a chuckle, "Be honest, you brat, don't do anything to me. I have another one, take it out."
"Damn, this Old Deng is really..." I shook my head, "Old Deng, just leave a handful for me. Besides, I picked this one up, so just leave it for me. ,OK,"
Looking at Lao Deng's smiling face, I thought he would agree. Unexpectedly, Lao Deng's face turned upside down and he said, "Give it to me quickly, otherwise Mr. An will be angry."
This guy Lao Deng actually threatened me with Mr. An. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to order this gun. Not only did I want it, but I also had to get some bullets to go. Looking at Lao Deng’s serious expression, I smiled. , "Brother Deng, don't tell Mr. An that everything will be fine. Just give this gun to me as a souvenir. We have fought side by side."
"You kid..." Lao Deng nodded at me and sighed helplessly, "Okay, but let me tell you, don't let anyone know that you have a gun in the future. If one day you are discovered by the police, they will ask you about the gun. When it comes to origin, I believe you should know how to say..."
"I know, I know how to say this, Old Brother Deng, don't worry, hey... get me some bullets,"
"You brat, you have a pretty good idea. It would be nice to give you a gun. I also want bullets. That's a good idea."
At this moment, the door to the room was pushed open, Lao Deng stood up, and a man with glasses wearing a black windbreaker came in from the door. He was more than 1.9 meters tall. He was quite tall and thin. This man's deep eyes made him laugh. I couldn't help but take another look and found that one eye was disabled.
He was carrying a box in his hand, which was very special and unique. Old Deng looked at him with a smile and said, "Doctor Ouyang, you are here."
"Hello Mr. Deng, I have met Mr. An. He asked me to come over and get a bullet for a brother. Is it this brother?" he said and pointed at me.
I nodded and smiled at him, "Hello, it's me,"
"Lie down and let Dr. Ouyang take a look at you," Lao Deng said, turning around and saying to Dr. Ouyang, "If you need any help, call me anytime. I'll smoke a cigarette at the door."
Lao Deng walked out and closed the door. Dr. Ouyang opened his suitcase and said to me, "Unbutton your coat and let me see the wound."
Following Dr. Ouyang's instructions, he put on white gloves, prepared many medical tools, and placed them on a tray.
"Does it hurt here?" He pressed his finger on the underside of the wound, which made me want to laugh, because the sides of my abdomen are my weak points. It doesn't matter how I touch it, but others will itch just by touching it lightly, so I He tightened his mouth and shook his head.
"Here," he moved to another place, which almost made me cry out in pain. I watched him move to another place and pressed it, but it didn't hurt as much as before.
He nodded and said: "The current situation is not very serious. The bullet did not hit the vital point. If it penetrates the kidney, you will be in trouble."
I didn't say anything when I heard Dr. Ouyang calling me a kid. He took out the disinfectant and cleaned my wound. Then he took out the anesthesia needle and looked at me. Without saying anything, he just stuck it into the wound. I understood that it was a local injury. anaesthetization.
I lay on the bed and looked at him with my head tilted up. Dr. Ouyang took out a very slender scalpel and made a three-centimeter incision on the wound. While he was cutting, he asked me about the wound on the other side of my abdomen, "This incision" It's also a gunshot wound, oh, and there's a scar,"
I hummed and watched him reach into my wound with medical tweezers to search for the bullet. I no longer felt the pain, but the blood from the wound slowly flowed out, giving me a cool feeling.
After five or six minutes, Dr. Ouyang frowned slightly and suddenly stopped holding the forceps.
"Found it," Dr. Ouyang said softly.
Watching him slowly pull out the deep-rooted tweezers. There was a bullet on the head of the tweezers. It looked bloody. I didn't believe that this thing could kill someone.
Doctor Ouyang put the bullet into the tray, then took out sterilized cotton and wiped my wound, "Don't move. Don't move after I've stitched it up for you. It'll be very painful once the anesthetic wears off. This anesthetic is The medicine is only effective for half an hour, so you must hold it back and stop barking then,"
"It hurts that much. I've never been shot like this before."
"That's because you have hurt your nerves this time. You talk too much and you don't understand." He said and took out a small bottle from the box. "This is a painkiller, one pill at a time. Don't take more, it will hurt your brain." , if you can’t help it, eat it again,”
"No, I don't want to take this stuff. It's a drug that anesthetizes the brain. I've heard others say before that if you take too much of this stuff, you'll easily have hallucinations, which is similar to drugs."
Doctor Ouyang smiled and said, "You know a lot, don't move, I will sew your wound."
Lao Deng walked in from outside, looked at the bullets in the tray, and looked at me with a smile, "It feels good, how does it feel to be shot?"
"It hurts. How can you feel it?"
Looking at the bullets on the plate, I suddenly thought about the bullets again. No matter what, I have to ask Lao Deng to help me get some bullets. Otherwise, what's the use of returning to City Z with a gun without bullets? Scaring People can play a role. If I plan to deal with Ding Dalong's bastard, it will be a little troublesome. I must get some bullets.
After Dr. Ouyang packed up his things, he went out. Lao Deng handed me a cigarette with a smile, "Brother, let me tell you something. I went out just now and heard Mr. An and Ma Tiancheng talking about you next door. , it seems that Brother Ma wants Mr. An to keep you and work with us, how do you feel, kid?"
"I'll follow Uncle An," I looked at him in surprise. I had rejected Uncle An before, and this time they talked about it again. If it doesn't work, I definitely can't agree.
"Hey, how are you doing," Lao Deng asked as he blew out a puff of smoke at me.
I smiled reluctantly, "Brother Deng, I don't think so about this matter. My family won't approve of me being in City J,"
"Oh, then you can talk to Mr. An, he will come to you in a while," Lao Deng smiled proudly, then walked out with a cigarette in his mouth.