Chapter 218 Tonight is destined to belong to Brother Dayan!
National highway exit.
Brother Zhuang was sitting in the cab of the low-key Passat, Lin Hengfa was sitting in the co-pilot, and there was another person sitting in the back seat.
"Why aren't you here yet?" asked the person in the back seat.
"Can't the car run? It's faster just out of the city." Brother Zhuang replied casually.
"Call and ask, I have something else to do." The person in the back seat was silent for a moment and continued to urge.
"hehe."
Brother Zhuang smiled, reached for his cell phone, poked it twice, and was about to dial Wei Guang's cell phone.
"Bang."
A white SUV rushed down the main national highway, its body swaying up and down, kicking up a lot of dust.
"It seems to be coming."
Lin Hengfa squinted his eyes, glanced forward, and said with some uncertainty, because there were no street lights here, and it was impossible for the Passat to hold up the headlights, so the light was very dark.
"This guy is really bad. He can't even drive a car."
Han Dayan, who was sitting in the Grand Cherokee, said something disdainfully, blinked his eyes, and got angry. He was not good at using thermal weapons. He was fine at close range, but had no advantage at all at long range, so he had to move the car closer.
"should be."
Brother Zhuang frowned, took the phone and replied, then opened the car door and started to go down.
"Why didn't he turn on the headlights?" the person in the back seat asked in confusion.
Brother Zhuang was stunned.
"Hey, look how the front end of the car is broken," Lin Hengfa said as the Grand Cherokee got closer and closer to him, pointing ahead.
"Didi,."
Brother Zhuang tapped the horn twice, trying to give the other party a signal to stop.
As soon as Han Dayan heard the sound of the horn, he stepped on the accelerator. The Grand Cherokee's tires crushed the dirt pit on the ground and accelerated over it.
"Something is wrong, reverse the car,,."
The person in the back seat suddenly broke into a cold sweat and shouted quickly.
"Zizzi,,buzz."
Brother Zhuang turned the key door, quickly started the Passat, pushed the gear, and stepped on the accelerator to pull the car back.
"Peng,,."
The front of the Grand Cherokee was like a cannonball, biting into the Passat's left headlight. With a pop, the bodies of the three people in the car leaned forward at the same time, and the car body was pushed out two to three meters.
"Fuck you, mom, I'll kill you."
Han Dayan roared angrily, picked up the imitation June 4th, sat in the driver's seat and pulled the trigger crazily.
"Bang bang bang,."
Three consecutive shots rang out in the blink of an eye. The person in the back seat of the Passat bent down behind the co-pilot. Brother Zhuang turned the steering wheel. He didn’t know whether he was in a hurry, didn’t expect it, or on purpose. Anyway, he aimed at Lin Hengfa’s side of the car. The Grand Cherokee.
"Ding, ding,."
"Wow."
The first shot hit the mechanical cover on the front of the car, causing a burst of sparks. The second shot hit the door on the passenger side, and the warhead flew away. The third shot penetrated the glass. Just as he was about to lower his head, he was tricked by Brother Zhuang. Lin Hengfa felt his right shoulder sink, and when he looked back, he saw blood coming out.
"Hold,,."
Lin Hengfa gritted his teeth and cursed, covering his shoulder with his left hand.
Brother Zhuang reached for his hand, grabbed it, pulled out a pistol and shouted: "He's alone, I'll stop the car and we'll kill him."
"Fuck you, it's Han Dayan, hurry up and turn around." Lin Hengfa was well aware of Han Dayan's power and the unreliability of Brother Zhuang and the man behind him, so he didn't have the courage to face them.
"Crack,."
Brother Zhuang pushed into first gear and turned the steering wheel hard. The front of the car drew a semi-arc shape and turned around instantly. However, because the movement was a bit too big, the tire on the left side got stuck in the pit.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz,"
Brother Zhuang quickly shifted the reverse gear and pushed the forward gear again. Black smoke was coming out of the exhaust pipe, and the car body swayed back and forth, and it struggled to get out of the pit.
Han Dayan drove a tractor. He was born in Sanluzi. His skills were similar to that of shooting a gun. In addition, the Grand Cherokee body was very wide and the dirt road was very narrow. In desperation, he stepped on the accelerator but did not take back the rudder. The front of the car was like a Like flying geese, it plunged into the ditch with a thud.
"Fuck, there's something wrong with this steering wheel."
Han Dayan was a little unable to poop. After Lai Qiudi scolded him unattractively, he pushed the car door hard, but it didn't open. In a hurry, he climbed out through the windshield where Wei Guangfei had exited.
Even though Han Dayan was as resistant as the Grand Cherokee, he was completely exhausted at this moment. His right hand was still bleeding, and the wound on his ankle bitten by a tiger was beginning to ooze pus. He had reminded Zhang Ben and Hu Yuanyuan countless times that they should give him an injection. One shot of vaccine, but Zhang Ben and Hu Yuanyuan didn't bother him at all.
He was really afraid that he might get rabies. This desperado really cherished his life.
After coming out, Han Dayan wiped his face randomly with his hands, started running wildly along the field, and disappeared completely after a few minutes.
"Didn't he get arrested?" the person in the back seat of the Passat asked with a frown.
"Wei Guang and the others are in trouble." Brother Zhuang drove the car, was silent for a long time, and gritted his teeth before replying.
"Fuck four people can't hold one person??" the person in the back seat asked in disbelief, showing dissatisfaction in his words.
"Peng,,."
Brother Zhuang slammed the steering wheel, forced himself to calm down, and said in as gentle a tone as possible: "My man is broken, can you stop talking about it?"
"He didn't catch up. He must have abandoned the car and ran away. We should go back and take a look."
Lin Hengfa said while covering his shoulders.
"I can't go." The person in the back seat said without hesitation.
"Then you get out of the car, and Fazi and I will go there." Brother Zhuang thought for a moment and replied expressionlessly.
"Okay." The person in the back seat nodded in agreement.
"Squeak."
Brother Zhuang stepped on the accelerator, the car stopped on the side of the road, and the people in the back seat jumped out. Two minutes later, the Passat turned around and plunged back in.
In less than ten minutes, the Passat stopped at the rear of the Grand Cherokee. Brother Zhuang walked out with his pistol and Lin Hengfa. The two glanced at the car, and Lin Hengfa pulled open the back seat door.
There was a pungent smell of blood, and three corpses were lying in their respective positions with bloody flesh.
"There is no Wei Guang." Lin Hengfa said expressionlessly.
Brother Zhuang picked up the phone and called Wei Guang three or four times, but they all showed that the other party's phone was turned off.
"Is it possible that it's Wei Guang?"
"You fucking think everyone is like you." Brother Zhuang was extremely irritable. He turned around suddenly, stared at Lin Heng and said something degrading.
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Lin Hengfa looked at him sideways, thought for a moment, and didn't reply.
Brother Zhuang frowned, dialed another number, waited for two seconds and said quickly: "You guys come to the national highway to deal with something."
Han Dayan had a seizure, but his hometown was still a long way from here, and he would definitely not be able to go back with just his legs. After thinking about it, it was more important to treat his illness first. He could not beg Dai Pangpang, so at around two o'clock in the middle of the night, he walked to I didn't know the name of a village, and I set my sights on a hospital. It was said to be a hospital, but it was actually a township health center.
"Pfft."
Han Dayan climbed over the courtyard wall and followed the wall to the backyard of the main building. He glanced around and found the location of the stairwell window. Then he climbed up on the rain platform and tried to pull the window with his hands, but it was locked. , he took a step back and faced the movable lock position, kicked it suddenly, the window trembled with a bang, and the window frame at the lock position was suddenly dislocated. He pulled it again with both hands, opened the window, bent down and got in .
There was no voice-activated light in the corridor, and it was scary. He took small steps to the first floor. The hall was brightly lit, and a freckle-faced nurse, wearing a military coat, was sleeping soundly on the table.
Han Dayan glanced around, walked over very lightly, took out a pen from the pen holder, walked around behind the girl, and pinched her nose with his hands.
"Well."
A few seconds later, the nurse woke up from the suffocation. Just as she was about to move, her neck suddenly hurt, as if she was being stared at by a mosquito.
"Snapped."
Han Dayan covered the nurse's mouth with his bloody palm and asked, "Does it hurt?"
The nurse had just reacted at this moment, her big eyes were full of fear, her delicate body suddenly trembled, and she nodded instinctively.
"Don't look back if it hurts. Come on, stand up and lead me to the trauma treatment room."
Han Dayan said in a soft voice.
"Bang."
The nurse suddenly got up and hit her body on the table.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just a ghost passing by. I only scare people, not kill people."
After Han Dayan finished speaking softly, he hugged the nurse and turned around. The nurse's calf muscles tightened and she led Han Dayan towards the surgery.
"Bang."
The door was pushed open.
"Don't look back, find a corner and squat by yourself."
Han Dayan glanced at the environment in the room, instantly let go of his hand, and said softly.
The nurse didn't dare to shout or look back. She walked directly to the innermost corner and squatted down.
Ten minutes later.
There were two bags of disposable medical suturing equipment on the table. Han Dayan asked casually: "Where is the lidocaine injection."
"What is lidocaine injection?" the nurse asked with her head covered in sweat.
"What's your professional level? You don't even know about anesthesia."
"I'm a nurse. I was hired for 800 yuan. I don't know what lidocaine is."
"Fuck, it's just anesthetic."
"Then I don't know either."
"Okay, stop talking."
Han Dayan replied irritably, and rummaged for a while. There was no pharmacy here, and the basic medicines were all in the doctor's cabinet. Han Dayan searched for a long time, but found no lidocaine, so he only took a box of hydrochloric acid to make do.
After adjusting the anesthetic, Han Dayan gave an injection at the root of his right palm and the roots of his five fingers. After waiting for more than a minute, he felt no much pain after pressing the palm, and then began to wipe the old and new curves. Tweezers were inserted into the palm of the hand and began to look for fragments and steel balls.
The nurse glanced back and saw an unattractive middle-aged man in the dark. The blood flowing out of his palm fell into a streamlined tray. The middle-aged man kept mumbling as if he was trying to find trouble with everyone: "Fuck, it was wrong. You shouldn't have used anesthesia. Once JB got anesthesia, he wouldn't be able to figure out where the steel ball is."
"Pah, pah."
Bloody steel balls fell into the tray, and the atmosphere here instantly became much more tragic.