Chapter four hundred and eighty seventh hit too hard?
When He Shuqing, Putina and Catherine heard his screams, their hearts trembled, and they all began to worry about him.
King Kong frowned and thought, is this a fight to death? Just teach him a lesson...
The nigger who hit the man was also puzzled. He felt that the kick had hit him, but was it so painful? This man was too inexperienced in beatings. Could it be that the kick hit a vital part? Is there a vital wound in the abdomen...
"Okay, stop fighting and take them back quickly."
King Kong was also worried that his subordinates would feel angry and hit him a few more times, and he would not be able to explain himself if someone died, so he stopped him.
He was not a fool, and he also had doubts in his heart. Zhang Yang was very good just now, could he just be so incompetent?
The painfully twisted face and the heavy cold sweat on his forehead are not something that can be faked. They are probably too thin and have poor ability to withstand blows...
"Zhang Yang, are you okay?"
"These bastards are so cruel."
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He Shuqing and three others hurriedly came up to support him and said one after another.
Although he was very close to King Kong's gang, he spoke Chinese, so even if he scolded them, they wouldn't understand.
A group of niggas were pushing and urging, laughing and cursing, and escorted several people downstairs.
"Wait a minute."
Zhang Yang waved his hand, signaling He Shuqing and Putina who were supporting him to let go of him, turned around, picked up the white coat from the ground, and covered Gerald's body.
He suddenly felt that human life is so fragile. In just two days, Gu Kai, Wang Zhaokui, and An Xuguang were separated from each other.
This also includes Gerald in front of him and those killed plague patients. Their lives and dignity are so cheap, so cheap that they can be trampled and taken away at will.
The corridor was filled with a strong smell of blood, and there were corpses scattered everywhere. Zhang Yang turned his head and noticed that even the severely infected patients in the room were not spared. The corpses were bloody and bloody, and the blood was all over the ground. It was too horrible to look at.
Plop!
ah……
As I was going down the stairs, I heard a scream and the sound of a person falling and rolling.
"My foot, my foot is broken..."
When Zhang Yang and the other three walked over, they saw the nigger who had just kicked him sitting at the corner of the stairs with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He had obviously rolled down the stairs.
He held his ankle with both hands and grinned in pain. He kept yelling something with a painful expression on his face.
"MD, I can't even walk steadily."
King Kong pushed through the crowd and walked over. He thought it was a nigger who accidentally sprained his ankle while going down the stairs, and cursed loudly.
"No, boss, my ankle was not sprained, it was suddenly broken while walking." The nigger explained in a trembling voice.
I didn't notice anything strange when I was walking just now, but when I went down the stairs, as soon as I stepped on the step with my right foot, I suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if my whole foot had been slashed with a knife.
He could even feel that the connection part of his ankle was broken. Apart from the pain, the entire foot did not belong to him. He rolled down the stairs without even using any effort.
"Haha, sprain? I think you were looking for a woman yesterday. Are your legs weak today?"
"That's right, why did you hit someone so well just now?"
"It suddenly broke off. How is this possible? Could it be that it was possessed by evil spirits?"
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A group of subordinates laughed and teased each other, thinking that he was deliberately looking for reasons to excuse himself.
"You deserve it, this is retribution!" Putina curled her thick lips and said.
In her opinion, he must have had the same idea as those men. The nigger accidentally sprained his foot while going down the stairs and rolled down the stairs.
It was such a simple thing but he fell so embarrassingly, what else is it but retribution? He deserved it because he hit someone too hard just now, that's why retribution came so quickly.
"His foot really doesn't look like it's sprained, but I don't know why..."
As an old Chinese medicine doctor, He Shuqing kept staring at the nigger's ankles, probably due to occupational diseases, and murmured to himself with confusion in his eyes.
"It's not a sprain, so what's going on? Did he miss the mark?" Putina asked curiously.
"If it is a sprain, it is easy to cause bone dislocation or ligament injury, causing blood pooling, and the ankle will quickly become red and swollen. However, his ankle is no different from usual, which means that the injured part is not in the bones and ligaments."
He Shuqing lowered his head and thought for a moment, with a trace of surprise and doubt on his face as he continued: "Looking at how much pain he is in, could it be that his hamstring is broken? However, human hamstrings are very tough and will not break due to sprains."
Human hamstrings connect the steps and legs to support the entire body, so they are particularly developed and tough and will certainly not break due to a simple sprain.
In other words, once the hamstring is ruptured, even with surgery, due to its toughness and complexity, it cannot be completely connected, and the entire leg will lose its function, no different from being disabled.
After Zhang Yang heard what he said, he couldn't help but admire his careful observation and rich medical experience.
When the nigger was kicking himself just now, although he pretended to be in great pain, as Shuqing said, he stabbed the nigger's ankle with a silver needle and broke his hamstring.
He was just afraid that the other party would become angry and retaliate, so under the influence of Nine Yang True Fire, he pushed his hamstring to a state that seemed to be broken but not broken, just right.
There is no problem with walking normally, but once it is subjected to gravity, it will break immediately.
When going down the stairs, it is difficult for the feet, and the whole body leans forward and the force is concentrated on the ankles, so the nigger will roll down the stairs after the hamstring is broken...
"If this is really the case, then God will appear and punish him." After hearing his words, Putina became more determined in this idea.
China regards gods and Buddhas as objects of worship, which is also called feudal superstition, such as the Jade Emperor, the God of Wealth...
In foreign countries, there are different beliefs, such as religions, Christianity, etc. Of course, the purpose of having beliefs is the same, it is nothing more than to give people psychological sustenance.
"MD, stop talking. Two people will help him and leave quickly." King Kong glanced at the bright sun outside and urged him hastily.
After hearing his words, the nigger's wail* became much quieter, but the painful expression on his face could be seen that the pain had not eased at all, it was just that he was deliberately enduring it due to King Kong's domineering cruelty.
Two men came to him, took his arms and walked downstairs.
In the hall of the hospital, there were also many corpses lying there, most of them were old people, women and children who had no time to hide. The blood covered the ground and exuded a disgusting smell of blood. The whole hall was as miserable as a hell on earth.
Of course, all this was done by King Kong and a bunch of niggas in front of him...
After leaving the hospital, the four people were blindfolded with black cloth and pushed into two off-road vehicles, one for Zhang Yang and Catherine, and one for Putina and He Shuqing.
The air after the rain is especially fresh, and the chirping of birds can be heard, which makes me feel very comfortable.
But no one can imagine that this city is suffering from plague and massacre...
Although Zhang Yang was blindfolded, he could vaguely see everything around him because of the Nine Yang True Fire.
But for him, he didn't bother to care. In the country of Liberia, no matter where they took him, it was just as strange.
After a night of exhaustion, and with the amulet containing the formula to restrain the plague, I knew that the other party would not attack any of them, so I simply relaxed completely and fell asleep in a daze.
I don't know how much time passed, but Zhang Yang was woken up and got out of the car, and took off the black cloth from his eyes.
The first thing that comes into view is the gate of a European-style building, surrounded by high walls covered with barbed wire and a camera swinging every few meters.
Through the iron fence and iron gate, you can see the green and vast lawns, various unknown flowers and plants, and the lush green scenery, which forms a sharp contrast with the dilapidated city.
Around the courtyard, there are towering trees everywhere, with dense leaves that block out the sky and sun, and vines and thorns climbing over the branches, completely isolating the place from the outside world and making it impossible to see the outside world.
There is only a rugged road leading here, making it look more secluded and of course more like a paradise.
Zhang Yang glanced at Putina and saw that she was also looking around, her eyes full of confusion. It was obviously her first time in this place.
After a few people got out of the car, other jeeps started up one after another and drove away with a group of black men. Only King Kong was left behind. He walked to the door and pressed the doorbell on the doorpost.
About five minutes later, a sightseeing car with three people in it drove over.
Two black men with loaded guns and wearing camouflage uniforms and sunglasses jumped down first. Their bodies were about as burly as King Kong, and they looked at everyone with stern faces.
The last person to come down was a black man about fifty years old, wearing white clothes. The black and white colors were particularly eye-catching, with a kind and kind smile on his face.
Walk to the electric switch on the side of the door, enter the password, and then the iron fence door slowly opens to both sides.
After the iron door opened, the man came forward, smiled and said something, and his demeanor was more like welcoming them.
"What did he say?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.
"He is Nelson, the steward here. He welcomes us here and lets us follow him to meet his master." Putina glanced at Nelson and replied disdainfully.
"Master? Who is his master?" He Shuqing came over.
"Of course Beto."
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Zhang Yang also felt that He Shuqing's question was a bit redundant. Several people were caught here, so this is naturally where their boss Beto lives.
Maybe the polite and kind-faced butler in front of me makes people feel that the person living here should be a knowledgeable and sensible owner who likes to entertain friends and guests, rather than a ruthless fanzhengfu armed leader.
"Let's go! Go in and take a look." After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he took the lead in walking in.
Once you've come, take it easy. Even though you know it's full of dangers, you definitely can't run away, so you might as well go in and take a look.
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