Qin Jianfeng hugged Yu Qing and deceived the two armed thugs and infiltrated the hospital!

Yu Qing stretched out her hand and hugged Qin Jianfeng's waist tightly. She put her ear to Qin Jianfeng's chest, listening to Qin Jianfeng's heartbeat, which was still as steady as a pendulum in this situation, and sniffing the smell of sweat, blood and gunsmoke on Qin Jianfeng's body, she lost her mind for a moment, and finally involuntarily whispered: "Why bother?"

Qin Jianfeng: "···· ！”

yes, why bother?

Qin Jianfeng is gambling on his life!

If there's an accident, both of them will have to be here!

Qin Jianfeng actually heard Yu Qing's almost whispering voice, Qin Jianfeng laughed, he smiled calmly, laughed wildly, and he said in a deep voice: "I know that there are tigers in the mountains, and I prefer to go to the tiger mountains!"

Yu Qing: "···· ！”

With a body of arrogance, with a body of iron bones, with a body of fierce murderous aura, with a body of anxiety and tenderness, Qin Jianfeng strode into this hospital full of terrorists, unblinking thugs everywhere, and crazy beasts everywhere.

Standing in the lobby of the hospital, Qin Jianfeng frowned, looking at the doctors and nurses who came and went, under the threat of some armed bandits, and were busy in a hurry, and was very displeased!

He felt impatient when he looked at the wounded soldiers lined up in a long line, and then suddenly raised the AK automatic rifle in his hand and fired another string of bullets at the ceiling.

"Da Da Da Da..."

Whether it's a well-trained rebel or a rabble of thugs, it's all down anyway...

Looking at the entire reception hall, only Qin Jianfeng, who was holding Yu Qing in his left hand and carrying a gun with a muzzle still billowing with green smoke AK47 automatic rifle in his right hand, could still stand proudly there!

Without Qin Jianfeng's extra time, Yu Qing, who was lying in his arms, immediately raised the "Angry Lion" battle flag in his hand smartly.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, Qin Jianfeng strode to a hand-pushed ambulance that had just been pushed into the hall, and with a big hand, he pulled a wounded soldier whose right leg was broken by a bullet to the ground, and then put Yu Qing on it gently.

All thugs: "···· ！”

"What are you doing?"

"Fuck your sister!" Qin Jianfeng turned the butt of his gun and smashed it hard into a rebel who got up with wide eyes, stretched out his finger and pointed at Qin Jianfeng's open mouth, just wanting to scold something.

This rebel, who also carried ǔ qì on his back, where did he think that Qin Jianfeng, a "person of his own" who could be guarded by hospital sentinels, would be so vicious and ruthless?

He just asked, and then he heard a crisp "click" sound from his towering nose...

In a burst of sour, numb, painful and astringent, all kinds of strange tastes, he stared at a pair of big innocent eyes, and looked at Qin Jianfeng blankly, until his whole person, like a soaked noodle fell to the ground, this poor child, did not close his eyes.

"You madman! Some people can't get used to Qin Jianfeng's domineering, and they want to pick it out to uphold justice!

Seeing another unconvinced thorn head getting up from the ground, Qin Jianfeng picked up the AK47 rifle in his hand, which was full of close-range suppressive firepower, inexpensive and easy to maintain, and quite easy to fight, and aimed at the second rebel who wanted to provoke him, and smashed his head and face!

The rebels didn't expect Qin Jianfeng to be so violent, and he would start fighting if he didn't agree with him!

It wasn't until the unlucky ghost was beaten by him that he could only lie on the ground and let out a helpless shēn yín, Qin Jianfeng was still angry and raised his leather boots that kicked the dead man without paying for his life, and knew that this guy had stepped on him a few times.

Everyone was dumbfounded!

But no one dared to jump out and point fingers at Qin Jianfeng anymore!

No matter in any country, whether in a professional army, or in a mercenary, or in the camp of terrorists, the strong are respected. Strength is the confidence to speak!

In the face of Qin Jianfeng, who was so outrageous that he should be a small leader of terrorists, everyone looked at each other, and finally acquiesced to Qin Jianfeng's bad behavior.

All the beds in the hospital were crammed, and even the aisles were filled with makeshift beds made of tables, and Yu Qing was lying in the ambulance.

Facing Qin Jianfeng, who was more terrorist than a terrorist, and facing the AK47 automatic rifle in Qin Jianfeng's hand that had just opened a dozen small holes in the ceiling, maybe he would chisel out a few small eyes on his body, the doctor trembled and told Qin Jianfeng that in just one and a half hours, the stock in the hospital's blood bank was almost exhausted?

The few remaining plasma were called out, Qin Jianfeng pulled out the blood-stained bǐ shǒu on his body, who didn't know that he had slaughtered a few thugs with him, and stabbed it hard against the wall, and installed a fixed infusion support frame, then he opened his eyes wide, looked at the doctor, and began to prepare for a blood transfusion for Yu Qing.

A nurse also pushed over a trolley full of medical equipment, apparently preparing to retreat the wound on Yu Qing's back.

Just when everything was in orbit and a smile finally appeared on Qin Jianfeng's face, a wounded soldier who had just been taken to the hospital suddenly pointed at Qin Jianfeng and let out a hysterical scream.

Qin Jianfeng: "···· ！”

The ghost only knew what the wounded soldier was screaming at Qin Jianfeng, probably something like "he's an enemy"!

Qin Jianfeng looked at the bag of plasma that was already hanging on the bǐ shǒu, and he only felt bitter in his mouth...

He was so sassy just now! He led thousands of thugs and terrorists to race through the streets, and indeed too many people remembered his face.

Sure enough, it's cool to pretend to be temporary, and go back to the crematorium!

Qin Jianfeng took out something from his pocket, threw it at the wounded soldier, and shouted: "Scream, scream, scream, call your mother!"

The wounded soldier saw only a black one, with a long handful, happily turning over his heels, drawing a beautiful little arc in the air, which kept enlarging in front of his eyes, and then he heard a sudden "grin" sound on his head, and a burst of absolute darkness completely overwhelmed him...

In this world, it is impossible to calculate the number of people killed by the enemy with a grenade, but at a distance of more than ten meters, it is estimated that there are not many people who are thrown over with a grenade and smashed their brains on the spot.

It's a shame that this guy is one of them!

Looking at the grenade that was stained with red and white liquid, still steaming, and spun around on the ground, everyone in the hospital hall was dumbfounded!

What is this?

It's a grenade!

If this is an explosion!

Everybody's got to finish playing!

After a fraction of a second of astonishment, a group of people swooped down.

A thug lying on the ground with his head covered with his hands suddenly felt a sticky and greasy thing that revealed a trace of cold feeling, rolled to his hand, he looked through the gap between his arms, his heart almost stopped in an instant...

The grenade rolled right to his side!

The unlucky man opened his mouth wide, looked at the grenade that rolled to his side if he was dead, and suddenly let out a high-decibel scream that was extremely piercing: "Ahh

Two seconds later, the thug's screaming stopped abruptly as he suddenly noticed the grenade rolling right next to him. Didn't even pull the fuse!

Thug: "···· ！”

"HY?" The thugs were stunned!

Qin Jianfeng looked at the thug who had experienced a great joy and sorrow in his life in just a few dozen seconds, and now he couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in, so he stupidly picked up the grenade thug, and raised the AK automatic rifle in his hand is a point shot...

At the same time, Yu Qing, who had been lying honestly on the hand-pushed ambulance, turned over and jumped up, picked up the AK automatic rifle at hand, and fired a series of strafing at several rebel soldiers who were lying on the ground and quietly raised their hands...