One hundred and seventy nine, meet on a narrow road
Four people got off the Yueye bus. The first two Wen Fei knew were He Hua and Yang Hongjun. The other one turned out to be "Iron Fist" Yao Xiaojun, who had fought with him in a boxing match. He Hua walked in the front,
With a nervous look on his face, he shouted from a distance: "Brother, you're okay!" Yang Hongjun also hurried over from behind, his face full of concern.
"Don't worry. I was just shot in the leg. I don't have to worry about my life. The fortune teller once told me that I can live to be eighty years old. I have always been lucky and blessed in my life. But this time I want to thank you.
Wen Fei." Chu Zongping glanced at Wen Fei gratefully and burst into hearty laughter. He Hua and Yang Hongjun also laughed at the side. Each of them came over to help Chu Zongping.
"We are all a family now, so we don't need to be so polite." Wen Fei said with a smile.
Chu Zongping seemed to have remembered something and asked: "Why do you have the key to the handcuffs? Did you prepare it in advance? And when they searched you, they didn't find the key." His eyes were full of doubts.
, looking at Wen Fei with a puzzled face.
"I also feel very strange and have been puzzled. Someone secretly put the key in my suit pocket. I don't know who wants to save us. I don't know the person who put the key. This thing is really
It's unbelievable." Wen Fei also had a puzzled look on his face. Chu Zongping looked at Wen Fei's eyes and felt that he was not lying. Wen Fei continued to ask: "Boss Chu, do you want me to send you there? Anyway, I will
Nothing happens now."
"No, you go back and make arrangements for the rest. Now we have to fight side by side. If anything happens, we must communicate and discuss with each other, and our actions must be unified." Chu Zongping said seriously. Wen Fei nodded and said to Chu
Zongping waved goodbye.
Wen Fei and Yu Wei drove away in the car. Besides, Chu Zongping and others were sitting in a speeding car with five people in it. Yang Hongjun was driving. Sitting in the passenger seat was a thug from Athlon Company, known as the "Iron Fist"
" Yao Xiaojun. He Hua and Chu Zongping were sitting together, and Chu Zongping was sitting in the middle. There was another person sitting on the edge. He was He Hua's subordinate and a gunman trained by He Hua. His name was Qian Han. He was a fierce man.
He is fierce and has many murders under his belt.
Chu Zongping lay flat on the seat and told the people in the car what happened in the Tianyu Hotel. Chu Zongping's voice was not loud and did not contain any emotion, as if the thrilling scene that had just happened was
It was as if the gunfight had nothing to do with him. Everyone in the car was shocked when they heard the tension. When they heard that Lao Qi was shot in the head during the fight, they were silent. Yang Hongjun was a little distracted while driving and veered off the road.
direction, but he quickly discovered it and quickly adjusted it.
The car was speeding smoothly under the cover of night. Chu Zongping continued to describe the gun battle in which he wandered outside the gate of hell. When they heard that Wang Shaowen was beaten into a hornet's nest, everyone sighed. He Hua sneered and said: "It's really hard for him to die like this.
It’s easier for him.”
The moon hid behind the clouds at some point, and there were no stars in the sky. The car drove to a row of bungalows in the suburbs and stopped. There were several cars parked here, and there were only two or three street lights on the road, which were dim.
, dragged the old man away from the figure who got out of the car. He Hua and Qian Han helped Chu Zongping get out of the car, one on the left and the other on the right.
Yao Xiaojun walked to a bungalow, stretched out his hand, and knocked hard. After a while, someone shouted from inside: "Stop knocking on the door. It's so late. What's going on? Who is it?"
"It's me, Yao Xiaojun, open the door quickly." Yao Xiaojun responded loudly. After the people inside heard it, they immediately walked out. A rustling sound came, and someone opened the door inside. There was an iron door outside.
Door. The man was thin and wearing a piece of clothing. He opened the iron door with a key.
"Brother Jun, who was shot?" the man asked.
"Don't worry about it. Where are Dr. Wang's people?" Yao Xiaojun pushed the man aside. He Hua and Qian Han helped Chu Zongping enter the bungalow. The thin man knew He Hua and shouted: "Brother Hua, you are here too.
." He Hua nodded and said nothing. Yang Hongjun followed in. The thin man locked the iron door and then closed the door inside.
The skinny little man led everyone into the house. "Hurry up and call Dr. Wang to treat my brother's injury. Hurry up!" He Hua said to the skinny little man.
The thin man had a troubled look on his face, scratched his head with his hand and said, "Brother Hua, I'm so sorry. A patient came just now, and Dr. Wang is treating that patient now. Just wait a moment, I'll go
Ask him to come out and see you first."
"If you don't go quickly, don't delay the treatment time, otherwise I won't let you go." He Hua said with a glare. After hearing this, the thin man walked to the back room unhappy. Chu Zongping sat on a shabby table
On the sofa, Yang Hongjun and Chu Zongping lit a cigar. Chu Zongping took a leisurely puff of cigarette and looked at the room.
There was a table in the room with a bloody coat on it. Chu Zongping looked at the bloody coat and felt that it looked familiar. At this time, the thin man came out of the back room and said to He Hua: "Wait a moment, Dr. Wang is talking to the patient
The stitches will be here soon. Doctor Wang asked me to take the patient to another room for disinfection first. You follow me." After that, the thin man led everyone to another room.
After turning on the lights, it was bright inside. Everyone saw that the room was not big. There was a hospital bed in it and a cabinet in the corner. There were many bottles and cans in the cabinet. Disinfectant was emitting from the whole room.
The smell. He Hua and Qian Han helped Chu Zongping to the hospital bed.
The thin little man took a pair of scissors from the table next to him. He first cut off the cloth strips tied to Chu Zongping's legs, and then cut open the bottom of his pants. The blood on his calves had condensed into blood clots, and in the middle
There was a hole, the skin was torn, and the flesh was swollen. The thin man walked to the cabinet, brought another bottle of disinfectant, and poured it on the wound. Chu Zongping screamed in pain, then gritted his teeth and endured it silently.
"Your situation seems to be fine. The bullet is not left inside, so no surgery is needed. After disinfection, suture the vagina and apply some medicine, and it will be fine. Don't worry, this kind of injury can be recovered.
Soon." The thin little man took another bottle of medicine from the cabinet, and what he poured out was powdered medicine. When the powder was poured on the wound, it made a "chichi" sound, but Chu Zongping didn't scream this time.
Come, big beads of sweat on his forehead rolled down his face drop by drop.
"Okay, let's wait for Dr. Wang to come over and get stitches." The thin man put his things aside and stood up straight.
"Go and see if Dr. Wang is okay." He Hua took out a thick wad of banknotes from his pocket. Without even counting them, he gave them to the skinny little man. The skinny little man's eyes were shining. That wad of banknotes was at least
There are five thousand yuan.
He took the banknotes, with a look of joy on his face, and said repeatedly: "I'll go over and take a look right away. Thank you, Brother Hua." He Hua waved to him to hurry up. The thin man ran out of the house as fast as the wind.
After a while, a thin man came in with a man in a white coat and wide-rimmed glasses. The man was about forty years old, with a medium build and a lot of white hair on his head, but his face looked very young. "This
This is Dr. Wang." The thin man introduced to everyone. Dr. Wang nodded to everyone, walked to Chu Zongping's side, lowered his head to check his injuries.
"You have a penetrating wound and were burned by a bullet. But it doesn't matter, the bullet is not left inside. After the stitches are done, it's best to infuse a few bottles of fluid to reduce the inflammation to prevent the wound from getting infected. You also have a gunshot wound." Dr. Wang was very worried.
With experience, I can diagnose it at a glance.
"Excuse me, doctor." Chu Zongping nodded and continued: "How long will the infusion take?"
"It may take five hours. You can leave at dawn. You guys can take a rest here." Dr. Wang said, then turned and looked at the four people standing next to him, "I don't have that many beds here.
, if you are tired, you can take a rest on the sofa outside."
At this time, someone outside shouted loudly: "Doctor, where are you? You can give my brother the infusion now."
"I'll be out right away. You guys wait a moment. I'm stitching up the patient's wound and it'll be fine soon." Dr. Wang said loudly. Chu Zongping had a strange look on his face. He felt like he was hearing sounds outside.
been.
"How do you do business? There should be a first-come, first-served basis. What do you mean by plundering us now? It's not like I can't pay." After hearing what Dr. Wang said, people outside were furious.
He Hua, Qian Han and Yao Xiaojun looked like they were about to rush in. "Who the hell are you? You dare to act cruel in front of me. I don't want to live anymore." Qian Han opened the door and wanted to rush in.
go out.
The skinny little man stopped him and said, "Brother, don't do this. Everyone is here as a guest. I'm going to persuade him that it's okay." The skinny little man had a smile on his face. He was about to go out when he heard "clang".
"With a sound, the door of the house was kicked in. There was a man standing outside the door, looking menacing.
Through the light in the room, everyone saw that the woman was about thirty years old, with short hair, dark skin, and a well-proportioned figure. She was wearing a gray large jacket, and her eyes were shining with sharp light. Her whole person gave people a cold feeling.
a feeling of.
When Chu Zongping, who was lying on the hospital bed, saw the person coming, he sat up, pointed at the gunshot and shouted: "He is the one who wants to kill me." At the same time, he grabbed a bottle of potion on the bedside table and gave it to the person.