The moment Liu Gen fell on his back, a bullet flew past Yang Guanghui's right ear. He quickly threw himself down and fell on top of Liu Gen.
Zhou Jie originally stretched out his left hand to open the door of the iron house, preparing to shoot Wang Qingquan inside, but just as his finger touched the door handle, he heard Liu Gen's shout. Liu Gen's northwest accent was very special. When Zhou Jie heard this
Then he knew it was a willow root. Although he was surprised, he also thought it was a good opportunity to carry water and wash vegetables and kill the willow root at the same time.
In a flash of thought, Zhou Jie made a decision. He raised the gun in his right hand and fired two shots in the direction of the sound.
Zhou Jie's location is less than 30 meters away from Liu Gen and Yang Guanghui. Although it is dark and densely foggy, Zhou Jie was a special forces soldier in the past, and night shooting training is a basic subject. A person who has received such special training can't
At such a close distance, just based on the sound he heard, the probability of being shot was more than 70% to 80%. If he could see the person, one shot could hit the vital point. Shooting two bullets in succession was what the instructor taught him during training.
Yes, this is safer and gives your opponent no chance to counterattack.
But Zhou Jie's first shot hit Liu Gen's right chest, shooting him down. The second shot missed, which was the bullet that flew past Yang Guanghui's right ear.
Wang Qingquan turned on the TV and closed the door. He didn't hear Liu Gen's shouting. He sat in the rocking chair drinking tea and watching TV without any idea of what was happening outside.
After Zhou Jie fired two shots, he opened the door of the tin house with his left hand.
Just when Liu Gen saw Zhou Jie shouting, Yan Yu was already less than thirty meters away from Zhou Jie. She also saw Zhou Jie about to open the door of the house, half-crouching down, holding the gun with both hands, aiming to shoot, but
Zhou Jie moved faster than her, and he only saw two tongues of flame spurting from the muzzle of the gun, but did not hear any sound.
Such a change happened so quickly that Yan Yu was confused. She glanced in the direction where Liu Gen was shouting, worried about Liu Gen and Yang Guanghui. In the second that she was stunned, the door of the iron house was opened.
, the open door suddenly flooded with light, and Yan Yu heard Wang Qingquan's cry from inside the room. Then she realized that she was a step too late, and hurriedly fired two shots at Zhou Jie, who was facing away from her at the door.
Yan Yu used a pistol. This kind of gun is not very powerful. It can be used for self-defense at close range, but when the distance is far away, the lethality is weak. For Yan Yu, it is very difficult to hit the target at a distance of twenty or thirty meters.
It's simple, but it's not easy to hit the vital point. Besides, Liu Gen told him not to kill the opponent, so the part Yan Yu shot was not the head, but the lower back.
After Zhou Jie shot twice at the spot where Liu Gen shouted, he immediately opened the door of the tin house, raised his hand and fired twice at Wang Qingquan who was sitting in the rocking chair.
The rocking chair where Wang Qingquan was sitting faced the door on the right side. He heard the door knock and turned to look at the door. He realized that it was not Liu Gen. He was frightened when he saw a man in black holding a gun in his right hand, but he still recognized it as Zhou.
Jie, just as he opened his mouth to say something, Zhou Jie fired, with two pops, both shots hit his chest, causing him to scream in pain, his body was knocked down by the impact of the gun, and the rocking chair was knocked over.
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Zhou Jie had just finished shooting two shots and was about to run in the direction of Liu Gen's shout. He wanted to see if Liu Gen was dead, but before he could move his feet, there were two crisp gunshots and he felt his back being hit twice. He stood up
Unsteady, he fell forward and entered the door.
After Yan Yu fired two shots, she ran towards the iron house. She had to make sure that the man in black was unable to fight back.
After Zhou Jie rushed into the house, he felt a sharp pain in his back. When he gasped, his chest hurt, and blood spurted out of his mouth. He was still conscious and knew that the bullet had entered his lungs, and was shot on both sides, causing pneumothorax.
, this made him feel breathless, his feet and hands were so weak, and he could not stand up. But he knew that the person who shot him would come over and give him a shot. His only thought was that he was dead.
, it is better to end it yourself than to be shot. So, with his right hand, he struggled to point the muzzle of the silencer at his right temple. When he was trying hard to pull the trigger, his wrist was suddenly kicked.
With one kick, the pistol flew out of his hand.
Yan Yu ran to Zhou Jie when he was about to commit suicide and kicked the gun out of his hand. Seeing blood coming out from both sides of his back, he thought that this man would not survive. He glanced at Wang Qingquan and saw that he
His chest was also bubbling with blood, and his body was still twitching and not breathing.
Yan Yu was so anxious in her heart that she didn't know who to save first. Just when she was in a dilemma, she heard Yang Guanghui shout loudly: "Brother Gen...Brother Gen...What's wrong with you...Yan Yu...come...
Brother Gen..."
Upon hearing this, Yan Yu picked up Zhou Jie's kicked gun, rushed out of the house, and ran towards the direction of Yang Guanghui's shout.
"Brother Gen, what's wrong with him?" Yan Yu squatted down.
"He was shot!" Yang Guanghui pressed Liu Gen's right chest with one hand.
"Send him to the hospital quickly..." Yan Yu forgot that they were in the hospital now.
Yang Guanghui then picked up Liu Gen and prepared to run to the outpatient emergency center.
"Yan Yu...Uncle Wang, he..." Liu Gen choked and asked Yan Yu, still thinking about Wang Qingquan's life and death.
"Brother Gen, don't talk..." Yan Yu was so sad that her eyes burst into tears, and she refused to let Liu Gen speak.
"Did you shoot...the assassin...?" Liu Gen asked again.
Yan Yu choked and replied: "It was shot. He and Uncle Wang are both lying in the house..."
"Guanghui... put me down... save them first... I'm fine..." Liu Gen resisted the stinging pain in his right chest. His right lung was shot and he had a pneumothorax on the right side. Blood came out of the corner of his mouth when he spoke: "
We can't...let...the two of them...die...go..."
Yan Yu's two shots were very loud in the silent night, alerting the hospital security guards, as well as the doctors and nurses on duty. Some of the brave ones ran towards the morgue where the shots were fired.
Yang Guanghui hesitated for a moment, then pushed the body on the stretcher away with his feet, and then put the willow roots on the stretcher.
"Yan Yu, guard Brother Gen." After Yang Guanghui finished speaking, he stood up and ran to the iron house.
"Wait a minute." Yan Yu handed him his pistol, just in case.
Yang Guanghui did not refuse, took the pistol and put it on his waist, turned around and ran towards the tin house.
"Yan Yu... use my mobile phone... to call Principal Li... and ask him to come to the surgery... to perform an operation on Uncle Wang..." Although Liu Gen had chest tightness and breathlessness and wanted to close his eyes and sleep, he
Must hold on: "Also... call the police immediately..."
Yan Yu wiped away her tears. She was much calmer now. She took out the mobile phone from Liu Gen and looked for Principal Li's phone number on it.
After Yan Yu ran out of the house, Zhou Jie held back the pain and stood up shakily while holding on to the iron wall with both hands. He knew that now was the best time to escape from the scene. If he didn't leave, he might never be able to leave again.
, so he stumbled and prepared to walk out of the house.
Wang Qingquan saw Zhou Jie trying to run, but he didn't know where he stood up. He suddenly stood up, jumped up and flew towards Zhou Jie, threw him at the door, and hugged Zhou Jie tightly.
"Zhou Jie... don't even think about running away..." Wang Qingquan murmured.
Zhou Jie didn't expect Wang Qingquan to be so tenacious. He punched and kicked him in an attempt to throw Wang Qingquan away from him, but after all, he was shot twice in the body and could hardly breathe. Naturally, his hands and feet didn't have much strength.
When Yang Guanghui ran over, he happened to see this scene and heard Wang Qingquan keep chanting: "Zhou Jie... I want you to be buried with... my... Guixiang..."
When he heard it was Zhou Jie, Yang Guanghui suddenly thought of his father's death. He had already heard Yan Yu tell about Zhou Jie's arrival in Hong Kong. He squatted down, pulled Wang Qingquan away from Zhou Jie, pulled out his pistol, and pointed it at Zhou Jie's body.
The head asked: "You killed my dad, right?"
Zhou Jie was breathing heavily, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Yang Guanghui with absent-minded eyes and asked, "Who is your father?"
"Yang Rucheng!" Yang Guanghui said word by word.
When Zhou Jie heard this, he looked at Yang Guanghui in surprise, and then smiled bitterly: "It's not unfair to die in the hands of Yang Rucheng's son! You shoot! Yes, I killed your father!"
Yang Guanghui's hands were trembling a little. Killing someone was not a small matter for him, not to mention that the other party had lost the ability to resist.
Wang Qingquan leaned against the iron wall and looked at Yang Guanghui coldly. He wished he had killed Zhou Jie with his own hands, but it wouldn't be bad to see Zhou Jie being shot in the head with his own eyes, so he had to keep his eyes open.
Saw Zhou Jie being shot dead by Yang Guanghui.
"Shoot, boy! Don't you dare?" Zhou Jie just wanted to die. Even if he didn't die now, he knew that he wouldn't live long, and Ren Xiaoyao would not let himself fall into the hands of the police.
Yang Guanghui's eyes widened with anger, as if they wanted to bulge out of their sockets. His lips were bitten and bled, but he couldn't do it. He thought about it calmly. If he acted impulsively, he would shoot the man in front of him who killed his father.
The person who was happiest when his enemy was killed must be the person behind the scenes. After all, Yang Guanghui was already half a policeman. Although he wanted to kill his father's enemy with his own hands, he also understood how important this person's survival was to the entire case.
important.
"It's not that easy to die!" Yang Guanghui put away the gun and glanced at Wang Qingquan: "Uncle Wang, please be patient for a while, I will send this bastard to rescue first!" After saying that, he picked up Zhou Jie with both hands.
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At this time, hospital security and several male doctors on duty at the outpatient clinic came running.
Someone had already carried Liu Gen away, and it was Yan Yu who came to the house and told them that there were two wounded people there who needed treatment.
Principal Li received a call from Yan Yu and learned that Liu Gen was seriously injured. He directly told Yan Yu to send Liu Gen to the surgical operating room of the inpatient building. He hurriedly came from home.
Yan Yu followed Liu Gen's instructions and first called Principal Li, then called the police and called Xiangzi.
Liu Gen fell into a coma while Yan Yu was on the phone.
Xiangzi knew that Liu Gen lived in Wang Qingquan's iron house. He asked many times to stay at Wang Qingquan's place for Liu Gen, but Liu Gen refused. This gave Xiangzi an ominous premonition. That night, before going to bed, he always felt that his eyelids
I was dancing non-stop and didn't get much sleep. When I heard my cell phone ringing, I felt a little relieved when I saw it was Liu Gen. When I answered the call, it was Yan Yu, and I felt relieved again.
Before he could finish listening to Yan Yu's story, Xiangzi had already put on his clothes, picked up the car keys, and rushed out of the house.