Right on Target: Chapter 30 forget

Wei Zhixin had difficulty breathing, his body slumped to the ground, and he squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "Ah... Axiu!"

The steel knife man behind him immediately switched modes, flashed the steel knife from his cuff, and slashed at Xie Zhenshu's position.

Xie Zhenshu dodged his head sideways, picked up Wei Zhixin, raised his leg and kicked over the sofa. The steel knife man named A Xiu was very strong, he jumped up before the sofa fell to the ground, and swung the knife.

Wei Zhixin acted as a meat shield, he saw Axiu's blade when he opened his eyes, he didn't care about the demeanor of the "big boss", he hurriedly stopped: "Axiu!"

Axiu actually retracted the knife in time. He has fresh black hair and looks like he has just grown up. Although his movements are sensitive, he is a bit dull, and he obeys orders in every move.

The effect of the flash bomb was about to disappear, and the gunshots at the door "bang bang" repeatedly, and the front row bodyguard was killed on the spot. Those in the back row quickly squatted down, looking for cover. Su Heting took the gun he found from the Viper, and went straight into the door. Bullets flew around the room, and he shattered the alarm in the room with his backhand.

The alarm beeped loudly, and all the alarms in the Colosseum rang for a while. A few blocks away, the monk was eating. When he received the news, he threw his chopsticks and got up immediately. He urged the members of the armed group: "The aircraft is ready, hurry up! It must arrive within a minute!"

Xie Zhenshu carried Wei Zhixin back, Wei Zhixin was like a rag doll in his hands, and he couldn't even stand upright. Seeing this, Axiu frowned, hesitated for a moment, and heard Wei Zhixin shout: "Kill!"

Axiu flashed a steel knife from her empty sleeve. He had a clear goal this time, so he jumped directly, stepped on the coffee table, and slashed at Xie Zhenshu with the knife.

Xie Zhenshu kicked with his foot, kicking up a steel rod. The steel rod flipped up in the air, but was caught by Su Heting. Su Heting stuffed the gun to Xie Zhenshu with one hand, and swung the steel rod with the other to strike at Axiu.

Just listening to the sound of "ping", the two collided with each other through steel rods and knives.

"Long time no see." Su Heting turned around with his stick and hit Axiu on the head, "I've always wanted to try your saber again!"

Axiu swung her knife to block, and the two sides remained silent for a second, and the next moment they all erupted at an astonishingly fast speed.

The Viper writhed among the fallen corpses, looking for a way to break loose. It's a pity that he didn't roll a few times before he was kicked by the weeping hermit. The hermit grabbed his collar, imitated Xie Zhenshu and Su Heting, and strangled his neck: "Don't try to make trouble!"

Viper thought he was unlucky, and was coughed by the hermit, but there was something in his mouth, and he coughed and couldn't make a sound, so he simply pretended to be sick, his chest vibrated, and his expression was painful.

The hermit was afraid that the Viper would die, and Wei Zhixin would pay them a blame. Seeing this, he took off the rag from the Viper's mouth and said, "Are you sick? Tell me earlier!"

Viper's mouth was empty, and he took the opportunity to straighten his upper body, slammed his head into the hermit's face, and toppled the hermit from his body. With his hands tied behind his back, he groped around on the bodyguard's body, and he actually found a gun.

"Boss!" said Viper, "I'll save you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Xie Zhenshu's gun against Wei Zhixin's forehead.

The Viper suddenly lost his mind, turned over abruptly, turned his back, and shot blindly in the direction of Xie Zhenshu. He couldn't see it, so he could only pull the trigger frantically.

The bullet swept over and exploded the neatly arranged glass ornaments in the room, and the sound of "bang" was endless. The hermit hugged his head, bumped into Xie Zhenshu's leg while rolling, and hurriedly threw himself on Wei Zhixin: "Can't kill, can't kill!"

Wei Zhixin is Wei Da's son, it's over if he kills him!

There were hurried footsteps in the corridor, Xie Zhenshu pulled the hermit away and kicked Wei Zhixin onto Viper.

The two of them rolled into a ball between the table and the bench. Viper heard the sound of the bullet being loaded, and without knowing where the strength came from, it pressed Wei Zhixin tightly under him, then screamed in pain, and was shot in the back.

Xie Zhenshu really wants to kill Wei Zhixin!

Viper panted heavily, and tears came out. He remembered the last time, Xie Zhenshu was like this, he didn't say a word, but he felt oppressive. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Axiu! Protect the boss!"

Hearing this, Axiu withdrew, stepped back to the coffee table, and kicked the coffee table towards Xie Zhenshu. As soon as he retreated, Su Heting stepped up. Axiu's steel knife was smashed out by the steel rod, and it was almost broken!

"Stop!" The monk yelled violently from the corridor, "All put down your weapons and lie down!"

The military boots of the armed group slammed in the corridor, and someone fired warning shots. Su Heting immediately gave up on Axiu, smashed the window of the box with a steel rod, and grabbed Xie Zhenshu's wrist: "Let's go!"

He said to go, Xie Zhenshu left.

The hermit scrambled and crawled to the window, and asked, "Would it be so high if I jumped down—ah!"

Three people disappeared from the window, landed and ran away.

The monk rushed into the room and saw the mess everywhere. Viper was shot and was yelling at Axiu: "Why don't you chase?!"

Axiu showed a puzzled expression, and spit out a few words: "You say, protect the boss."

Viper was speechless, hating iron for steel. He wanted to curse, but the monk knocked him down with the **** of his gun. The monk pointed his gun at A Xiu: "Get down!"

Wei Zhixin, who had been lying on the ground, pushed the Viper away, and said coldly, "It's a coincidence that your armed group came. It was not too early or too late, and people ran away."

The monk chanted "Amitabha", and smashed Wei Zhixin back to the ground with the **** of his gun. He had wanted to do this a long time ago, his face was livid under the gas mask, and he repeated: "I said get down! Don't move anyone, take them away!"

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The activity area designated by the black market for splicers is old, like a village in the city, full of messy dilapidated buildings. The hermit usually complains a lot about this, but now he is very fortunate that this kind of place is easy to hide, and it is difficult to find it for a while.

The hermit led the way: "We've offended Wei Zhixin so badly this time, he will definitely not be able to swallow this breath, and maybe he will send out his desperadoes to hunt us down. God **** it, we are besieged on all sides."

Su Heting walked in the middle, and said softly, "It's okay, monk... Xing Tian likes to make big things into small things, so he won't pursue this time."

He dared to go upstairs because his elder sister wanted to protect him, and he smashed the alarm to summon the monk. It's just that he guessed that Xie Zhenshu's inspector's identity could not be revealed, so he chose to escape by jumping out of the window.

Su Heting thought of this, and continued to say softly: "You don't want to show up in the near future, and don't participate in the parade organized by swear words. Let's talk about it after the limelight passes."

The hermit said: "Hey, what's the matter? We all behave with our tails between our legs, but troubles still come to us. I think the man with the steel knife is very fast today. Has he also turned up his reaction nerves? You two Yeah, I can't even see—"

As the hermit was speaking, Su Heting's feet suddenly softened. He tried to reach out to support the wall, but was supported by a pair of arms. Su Heting let out an "oh", a little confused. He wanted to say "thank you", but Xie Zhenshu grabbed his hand.

Xie Zhenshu touched a piece of damp, he pulled Su Heting's arm up, and saw that the cat's sleeve was bloody.

"I'm sorry," Su Heting's face was slumped by the distant light, and his cat's ears drooped. "He was very fast, and he slashed me."

The hermit turned around in shock: "Why didn't you tell me!"

"Forget it," Su Heting tilted his head back, looking into Xie Zhenshu's lowered eyes, "carry me to No. 101, Broken Bucket Lane, please—"

He wanted to call the officer, but he couldn't speak, and he passed out without any hope.

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Su Heting opened his eyes, the roof was triangular and very close to him. He felt relieved, knowing that he had arrived at No. 101, Broken Barrel Lane. He looked to the left and saw that his cut arm had been bandaged, and felt that his right hand was heavy, then he looked to the right and saw Xie Zhenshu sleeping curled up beside him, holding his hand.

This is an attic, very low, with limited space, not even a table and chairs. Thick mattresses are spread on the wooden boards, and a few pillows are piled up randomly, which can be regarded as a small world for people to rest.

It was still dark, and there were no lights here. Xie Zhenshu was tall, curled up on the side like a mountain with vague outlines, and he didn't know how long he stayed there.

Su Heting didn't move. One is that it is strange that they are holding hands, and the other is that they don't want to move. He went in and out of the penalty area, played and fought for several days, and was already very tired, so he just took advantage of the injury to lie down for a while. After lying down for a while, Su Heting felt bored again. He couldn't hold back, and rolled his eyes to read Xie Zhenshu.

Xie Zhenshu seemed very tired, with half of his face buried between the pillows, sleeping unconscious. He was still wearing a nebulizer, breathing very lightly, so light that Su Heting unconsciously moved closer, worried that he was dead.

"Hello..." Su Heting's voice was very low.

Xie Zhenshu did not respond.

Su Heting felt relieved, and looked at Xie Zhenshu curiously. Although Xie Zhenshu is white, it does not appear weak. When he fell asleep, his shoulders and arms were relaxed, and his strong lines were still clear. With his fingers curled up, he held Su Heting tightly, almost touching his heart, as if Su Heting was some kind of life-saving straw.

They shook hands in the penalty area, and that night in the bar, Su Heting touched again with the help of his reform eyes. He touched the inspector's hand twice in a row, plus all the previous things, he would never admit his mistake.

Su Heting was looking at it, Xie Zhenshu suddenly opened his eyes. Caught off guard, the two looked at each other.

Xie Zhenshu said, "You're awake."

"Yeah," Su Heting patted his tail between the quilts, "I've been awake for a while."

Xie Zhenshu asked, "Does the wound hurt?"

Su Heting wanted to save face, thinking that fainting would damage his image, he immediately replied: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all!" After he finished speaking, he was afraid that he was being too deliberate, so he added a special sentence to explain, "If you fight too much, it's nothing. "

Xie Zhenshu didn't answer, nor did he let go.

Su Heting immediately changed the subject: "Where is the hermit?"

It was strange, and no one asked, that both of them spoke very quietly.

Xie Zhenshu listened to him ask the hermit, and looked at him for a moment: "Sleeping downstairs."

"Oh," Su Heting took it for granted, without any doubt, "Fu's mother doesn't have many bedrooms here, he can only sleep on the sofa. By the way, have you seen Fu's mother?"

The "Fu Ma" he mentioned is the owner here.

Xie Zhenshu nodded, he had just woken up, his expression was lazy, but he didn't look more relaxed than usual, as if he had a bad dream too.

No one spoke to Su Heting just now, but now the words popped out like beans: "It's good to have seen it, don't look at Fu Ma's bad temper, but she is a good doctor. She did my remodeling operation." When he spoke, his tail He has already photographed Xie Zhenshu's bent legs, but he didn't know it, "There are only a few doctors in the black market who can adjust the nerves, Fu Ma is..."

The hermit frowned and slept restlessly. He was covered with a small blanket, and heard rustling sounds in the attic. He expected Su Heting to wake up, so he got up, climbed up excitedly, and popped his head: "Are you awake? I hear you two—"

He choked in the middle of his speech. His head sank in the strange silence, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and his eyes circled between Xie Zhenshu and Su Heting, carefully asking: "What are you two talking about, you want to hold hands like this?"