Bai Bing's eyes were red and his face was full of guilt, "Zhao Dong, I'm sorry, it's all my fault!"
Zhao Dong leaned against the car and struggled to take out half a pack of cigarettes. His injuries were serious, and Shirley was definitely not much better either.
He was confident that at least two shots had hit the target.
Even if she escaped, she wouldn't be able to get far at all.
The reason why I didn't pursue him immediately was because I wanted to recover my strength as soon as possible, and on the other hand I was analyzing the current situation.
He didn't care about Shirley at all.
What really scares him is Sharp. This guy gave him a huge intimidation when they first met, but he didn't show up until now.
A lunatic who dared to sneak a sniper rifle into the country. Could it be that this time he came to Tianzhou, he was really just a spectator?
Seeing that he was struggling to move, Bai Bing hurriedly stretched out his hand and asked cautiously, "Do you want to smoke? I'll get it for you!"
I held the cigarette in my hand, but half of it was soaked with blood.
She felt even more guilty, put it into her mouth with trembling hands, lit it, and then handed it to Zhao Dong.
Zhao Dong wanted to curse her at first, but when he saw her like this, he simply held back his anger.
To be honest, injuries are secondary. If Bai Bing had been a little more excited just now, he would not have let Shirley escape at all.
He calmed down his depressed thoughts and said, "Okay, stop crying like you're mourning!"
Bai Bing panicked, "Zhao Dong, please don't scare me."
Zhao Dong suddenly became interested, "Seriously, if I am really paralyzed in bed for the rest of my life, how are you going to compensate me?"
Bai Bing didn't know how to answer, "I...I..."
After hesitating for a moment, she said firmly: "Don't worry, you are hurt like this because of me. I am willing to use any way to compensate you and repay you!"
Zhao Dong leaned back lazily, "Including committing yourself to it?"
As he said that, he looked up and down. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but the pain was somewhat relieved.
Bai Bing's face turned red, and he hesitated before asking, "Aren't you... already married?"
Zhao Dong laughed at her and said, "If I were really paralyzed, do you think my wife would still want a useless person like me?"
Bai Bing thought carefully for a moment, then nodded and said: "As long as you are willing, I will do what I say!"
Zhao Dong blew out the smoke, "Really? Then give me a kiss first!"
Bai Bing clenched his fists, hesitated for a long time, and then slowly closed his eyes.
As a result, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Dong's playful expression, "I'm kidding you, I've only been in contact with you for a day, and you almost killed half of my life. From now on, I'll just hide as far away as possible!"
It was rare for Bai Bing to be bullied like this, so he was unable to refute.
Zhao Dong stopped teasing her and seemed to explain, "It's no big deal, it's all Liang Yong's blood."
Bai Bing finally cheered up, "Really?"
Zhao Dong urged, "Why is there so much nonsense? Go and look in the car. There should be something to stop the bleeding. Bandage it first, otherwise I will really die!"
Bai Bing came back to his senses and then remembered what he should do now.
As she stood up, she was still complaining, "You are serious, you are still talking to me when you are injured? Lie down and don't move, I should have hemostatic medicine in my bag!"
Zhao Dong waited for her to leave and ripped off half of his sleeves.
At the same time, he pulled the dagger out of his leg.
The nicotine in the cigarette has begun to take effect, and the pain in the arm has eased, but it is still unbearable for ordinary people.
He didn't have time to think so much, so he put away the knife and dropped it.
With a muffled groan, the clothes on his body were once again soaked with cold sweat.
Especially on my forehead, big beads of sweat fell like raindrops.
When Bai Bing turned around, he could only see a splash of blood.
She covered her mouth and ran forward, "Zhao Dong, are you crazy? What are you doing?"
Zhao Dong's lips were a little pale, but he spoke with some confidence, "If you don't take out the bullet, how will you bandage it? Is it possible that I still expect you to help take it out?"