At the same time as the black man's gunshot fired, Yang Hao suddenly leaned back, grabbed the pistol placed on the passenger seat with his right hand, swung his hand toward the outside and fired.
The black man did not expect Yang Hao to react so quickly. He was caught off guard and his body was completely exposed. He was hit in the chest by a gunshot. He screamed and fell over.
Yang Hao felt a sharp pain in his left arm. When he lowered his head, he saw that he had been shot in the arm.
Xi Feifei peeked her head from behind and saw the blood on Yang Hao's arm, and exclaimed: "Brother Hao, you have been shot!"
Yang Hao looked solemn, lowered his head and continued to use the wire to light the fire. At the same time, he replied: "It's a small injury, it's not a problem."
The sound of gunfire was particularly clear in the silent night, and it suddenly spread far away.
The originally quiet manor suddenly became lively, and the sound of people running could be heard from a distance.
Yang Hao completely ignored those movements, and the wires in his hands started to ignite. Finally, there was a roar from the car's engine, and the car started to ignite.
Yang Hao's face showed a hint of joy, and he shouted to Xi Feifei behind him: "Fasten your seat belt!"
Yang Hao closed the car door and pushed the accelerator to the bottom. The car roared and rushed out crazily. As soon as he rushed out of the garage, he saw three men rushing over with guns in their hands.
The three men watched the car rush out, all stopped, pointed their guns at the car, and fired at the same time without any hesitation.
Yang Hao watched the three men raise their guns, quickly lowered their bodies, and shouted at the same time: "Feifei, get down!"
Si Feifei, who was sitting in the back seat, quickly lay down obediently, and the car hit the three men against the oncoming bullets.
The bullet landed on the windshield, shattering it instantly and causing broken glass to fly in the sky. However, Yang Hao was not afraid at all. The car rushed towards the three of them like a wounded beast.
The car was traveling very fast, and the three men hurriedly rolled to the side. One man was too slow to dodge and was hit directly by the car, sending him flying.
Yang Hao straightened up from the driver's seat, looked at the broken front windshield, held a pistol in his right hand and knocked down the broken windshield that blocked his sight, accelerated like crazy, and headed directly towards the gate of the manor.
Rush away.
Just as Yang Hao's car rushed out of the garage, the figures of Elvis and Olivia appeared in the corridor on the third floor. Elvis stared at the crazy and fast car, frowning, Oh
Livia found the man killed by Yang Hao, carefully observed the body, and then returned behind Elvis and whispered: "Kill with one knife, clean and neat, the other person is a master."
There was some surprise in Elvis's eyes: "Olivia, it seems that your previous investigation work was not done well. We all underestimated him..."
Olivia's eyes fell on the car that was speeding outside, and she asked in a low voice: "What should we do now, should we catch up?"
Elvis shook his head, his eyes falling on the car that kept changing directions to avoid the patrollers but maintained a terrifying high speed the whole time: "If you can't catch up, the other person is a driving expert."
Olivia frowned and said, "Then what should we do now?"
Elvis smiled, but there was a bit of cold murderous intent in his eyes: "Let's check the details of that man again. He killed one of our people, and we must get his debt back."
Olivia lowered her head and responded: "Yes, but after they escape, they should call the police, right?"
Elvis nodded: "Go and deal with it and eliminate all traces that they have been here!"
"yes!"
…
Yang Hao's car rushed to the gate. The iron gate at the gate was locked. There were two men with guns standing in front of the car door. They raised their submachine guns and aimed at the car rushing towards them at high speed. However,
Before they had time to shoot, the gun in Yang Hao's hand had already fired first. He fired two shots in succession, knocking the two men to the ground.
"Sit tight!"
Yang Hao shouted loudly, and the car rushed over directly, hitting the center of the two iron doors. The horizontal inserts on the iron doors instantly twisted and deformed, and then flew out. The two iron doors were also forcibly smashed.
Knocked away.
The car's head was completely deformed, but Yang Hao ignored it and drove the car onto the road outside the manor, running wildly.
After observing from the rear, he found that no vehicle was chasing him out of the manor, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Xi Feifei raised her head from the back seat, looked at the manor farther and farther behind with some horror, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother Hao, we finally escaped, find a place to stop, let me see
Look at your injuries..."
Yang Hao glanced at his bleeding left arm, looked at Xi Feifei who poked her head out from the middle of the driver's seat, smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, it just hit the arm, not a vital part, just take out the warhead and stop the bleeding."
."
Xi Feifei was still very worried and said: "Then let's go to the hospital quickly. By the way, I'll call the police if you find a place!"
Yang Hao shook his head and stopped, "It's useless to call the police. I can't go to the hospital either."
Xi Feifei looked at Yang Hao in confusion, obviously not understanding why Yang Hao said this. Yang Hao looked at Xi Feifei's expression and explained softly: "In the United States, holding guns is allowed, and those people must have their legal procedures.
And during this period of time, the other party will definitely clean up all traces of our existence. Even if the police go there, it will be of no use. What's more, my identity is not suitable for exposure in the United States, otherwise I am afraid there will be more trouble...
…”
Xi Feifei bit her lip after hearing Yang Hao's explanation: "Okay, then we won't call the police, but now you have a gunshot wound, let's go to the hospital."
Yang Hao shook his head: "You can't go to the hospital. Patients who receive gunshot wounds in the hospital must call the police."
Xi Feifei suddenly became anxious and almost burst into tears: "What should we do, brother Hao, you have a gunshot wound. If you don't go to the hospital, something big will happen."
Yang Hao smiled: "It's okay, it's a small injury. I don't know how many times I've encountered this kind of injury. Let's do this. I'll find a pharmacy later and you can help me buy some medical alcohol, gauze, and some tools. I'll
Just deal with the injury yourself..."
"Brother Hao, is this really possible?" Xi Feifei asked anxiously.
Yang Hao smiled and said: "Don't worry, Fei girl, I won't joke with my life."
Yang Hao quietly "borrowed" another car on the road, replaced the car with bullet holes and a completely broken front windshield, and then quietly returned to the city of Washington.
The mobile phones of Xi Feifei and Yang Hao had been confiscated before, but those people were not interested in Yang Hao's money. Yang Hao parked the car in front of a pharmacy, and Xi Feifei quickly gave Yang Hao what he needed.
All the things were bought back.
Yang Hao drove the car to a remote place, parked the car, picked up the things and got out of the car.
Taking off his shirt, the naked Yang Hao used alcohol to disinfect his wounds. The severe pain made him frown slightly. Xi Feifei looked at the wounds on Yang Hao's hands with something in her eyes.
A bit unbearable and guilty: "Brother Hao, how can I help?"
Yang Hao looked at Xi Feifei's ashamed expression, smiled and stretched out his hand to rub her head: "Why do you look like this, as if you have done something wrong? This matter has nothing to do with you, you don't need to feel guilty."
Xi Feifei bit her lip: "If it weren't for me, how could Brother Hao be hurt?"
Yang Hao shook his head and said seriously: "Actually, I am very lucky. If I were not by your side this time, I'm afraid I would never see you again. For this result, it really doesn't matter if I suffer such a small injury.
"
There was a little moisture in Xi Feifei's eyes, and her eyes were full of deep emotion: "Brother Hao..."
Yang Hao smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will handle this matter. I will definitely find out the details of those guys, but you must be careful in the future. I will not always be by your side."
After comforting Xi Feifei, Yang Hao also completed the disinfection process of his arm. Then he picked up a knife and a pair of pliers. After disinfecting on the alcohol lamp, he picked up the knife and was about to cut his arm. The moment he saw
Looking at Xi Feifei who was looking at him blankly, Yang Hao smiled and said: "Turn your head around."
Xi Feifei looked at Yang Hao, stretched out her hand to wipe her eyes, and stubbornly shook her head: "No, I want to watch."
Seeing that Xi Feifei refused to turn her head, Yang Hao had no choice but to pick up a sharp knife and cut the wound. The severe pain caused cold sweat to break out on Yang Hao's forehead, but Yang Hao didn't make a sound.
The knife cut straight inside until it touched a hard place.
bullet.
Yang Hao put down the knife, picked up the small pliers, inserted the small pliers into his wound, opened the flesh, then clamped the bullet embedded in the bone, clamped it firmly, and pulled it out with force.
The bullet was forcefully pulled out. The moment the bullet was pulled out, a blood arrow spattered from Yang Hao's wound and sprayed directly on Yang Hao's face.
Yang Hao glanced at the somewhat distorted bullet and breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was hit by a bullet, when he discovered the black man, Yang Hao's muscles had already tightened. Although the bullet had penetrated into the flesh,
But it didn't cause much damage.
After carefully disinfecting and applying medicine, he finally picked up the white gauze and wrapped it around his arm. After all, Yang Hao's hand was not very good at wrapping the gauze. Just when Yang Hao was about to help with his mouth, Xi Feifei stepped forward.
In one step, he took the gauze in Yang Hao's hand and began to carefully bandage Yang Hao's wound.
Yang Hao looked at Xi Feifei, who had her hands stained with his own blood, with a serious expression. His eyes were a little softer. He wiped the blood spattered on his face casually. Looking at the blood on his hands, he suddenly thought of his fear of blood.
Secretary Cai Jia.
If Cai Jia were here, would he have been so frightened that he fainted to the ground? (To be continued)