CHAPTER XXVIII
Hua Ting's time was estimated to be over, Mrs. Bai's side was almost over, but Bai Qihong didn't leave, she couldn't move an inch, so she could only stay bored and wander around the corridor of the hall, swaying all the way from the third floor to the second floor.
The men and women on the second floor were all a little drunk on their faces, and a few were still going crazy on the dance floor.
Hua Ting had already walked around the dance floor several times, and was about to go down the stairs generously, when she saw a man in black with a slightly strange demeanor pacing back and forth by the lamppost on the side of the corridor.
The man seemed to be as idle as a flower, he had walked back and forth about this corridor alone no less than ten times, he neither got drunk nor danced, and his eyes did not linger on any of the dancers for a minute, so what did he want to do?
Hua Ting turned around and found that Chen Shu was also paying attention to the man's every move.
"What do you think he wants?"
Chen Shu stared at the man's left sleeve and accurately judged, "There is a gun in the sleeve." ”
"What!?" Hua Tingshun saw that the man's sleeve was indeed too long, so that it covered the entire palm, and a hard object wrapped at the bottom of the sleeve was gradually looming with the man's steps, "He wants to kill people in Paramount Gate?" ”
"Hmm."
"Who is he trying to kill?" While hearing this, Hua listened to this sentence and went through the decoration pattern of the hall on the first floor in her mind.
The pillar of the corridor on the second floor faces the corner seat near the edge of the stage in the hall on the first floor, where there are fewer guests, because it is facing the stage sideways, you can only see the side face of the woman on the stage, so basically everyone is squeezed into the middle of the hall; There is only one person who chooses to drink champagne in the corner seat every time, and that is: "Inspector? She immediately thought of Bai Qihong.
"Hmm." Chen Shu's right hand rested on his waist with a gun, looking ready to draw a gun at any time.
Hua Ting's righteous cell was stimulated again, and he put his hand into his small leather bag, "You are Cai Bingrong's person, it's inconvenient to appear, let me come!" ”
She wanted to step forward to stop it and try her best to solve the problem without bullets, but as soon as the words fell, the man had already pointed the muzzle of the gun in his sleeve at the center of the eyebrows of the inspector downstairs.
Fortunately, Hua Ting's marksmanship is not only sharp, but also his movements are faster than ordinary people, and pulling out the gun is a "bang", hitting the man's biceps, but unfortunately it failed to prevent his bullet from coming out of the shell, but only let the bullet deviate slightly from the course and hit the right arm of the inspector.
With these two gunshots, Paramount went up and down.
The shooter took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the crowd and did not forget to look back at the flowers.
Chen Shu wanted to take advantage of the chaos to cover her out of Paramount Gate, but this little girl saw that the inspector was seriously injured, and no one cared about it, so she couldn't rest assured, so she avoided Bai Qihong's ears and eyes, sneaked to the side of the inspector, and put up his arm without saying a word, "Hurry up and go to the hospital!" ”
The inspector frowned, his face turned pale, but he still struggled to break free of Hua Ting's arms, "You go first." "Looking around and looking for something.
"Backstage first!" Zhao Yiran, who had already changed into a light-colored cheongsam and taken off his high heels, quickly walked through the crowd in front of him, and locked his eyes on the injured right arm of the inspector, "Go to the backstage first, I'm afraid it's not safe at the door!" ”
Seeing that she was safe and sound, the inspector was obviously relieved.
"Let's go!" Chen Shu's eyes revealed a cold light, "She's right, there may be an ambush at the door," vigilantly swept around, "If they don't hit the vital point, I'm afraid they won't give up." ”
Sure enough, as soon as Chen Shu finished saying this, three more gunshots rang out in the hall.
Chen Shu speculated on the direction of the bullet while blocking behind Hua Ting with his height advantage and pushed her forward, "Let's go backstage first." ”
One of the bullets quickly grazed the cashmere sleeve of Huating and hit the lamppost on the side, and with a "pop", the lamppost burst and the crowd screamed.
Everyone scurried with their heads in their hands.
"Grass!" Hua Ting's teeth itched with anger, "They really want the life of the inspector!" ”
Compared to the hustle and bustle of the front hall, the backstage is much quieter.
Most of the dancing girls scurried for their lives before they had time to change their costumes, leaving only three or two busy in the dressing room.
"Does this happen a lot?" Hua Ting moved a chair so that Zhao Yiran could help the inspector sit down.
Chen Shu vigilantly stood guard at the entrance of the backstage, observing the shape outside.
"Today is the first time." Zhao Yiran looked around, and there was not even a first-aid medical kit in a huge Paramount dressing room.
The bright red blood stains gradually spread into a slender blood path on the marble floor, the inspector's face was pale, his mouth was panting, he obviously lost too much blood, and he couldn't spit out a complete sentence with his mouth open weakly, and his left hand was still holding Zhao Yiran tightly.
The bullet site of the inspector is close to the upper right side of the ribs, and if it is not treated in time, it is very likely that it will cause shock due to breathing difficulties.
Hua Ting didn't know which makeup table to find a cotton towel, fortunately it was quite clean, first use it to wrap around the wound of the inspector, although it has little effect, but at least it can temporarily stop the bleeding, otherwise according to such a flow method, no matter how strong the body is, it will inevitably go into shock.
"Who wanted your life so much?" Zhao Yiran's excited voice brought out a hint of crying.
For the first time, Hua Ting saw unprecedented panic in these calm eyes.
Zhao Yiran trembled his hands, clasped his fingers tightly, and the love in his eyes was surging like a sea spring.
So, they are happy with each other, and they share a grave, what Cai Bingrong is white? Stand aside!
Needless to say, the mastermind of this shooting incident is undoubtedly Bai Qihong, and no one wants to kill Jian Shijie more than him.
Hua heard that the gun in the man's hand was specially equipped for his subordinates after Bai Qihong and Cai Bingrong cooperated in the first arms business, in order to improve our combat effectiveness.
Of course, guns are limited, and only some of the more capable ones are allocated, and the weaker ones continue to wield swords and swords.
"It's not the first time this kind of thing has happened to the inspector," Hua Ting encouraged optimistically, "He has a big life, and this time he will definitely be fine." ”
That being said, everyone can see that the inspector's appearance is even weaker than before, and he can't even support his eyelids.
Hua Ting wanted to just kill it, but considering that the prosecutor was seriously injured, and he didn't know how many people the other party had, he couldn't act rashly.
Minutes and seconds passed.
Everyone's cranial nerves are in a state of high tension.
The noise outside the door gradually subsided.
The inspector finally couldn't support it anymore, and closed his eyes weakly, and the cotton towel at the wound had already been stained red with blood.
"Let's go! Hurry to the hospital! Otherwise, I won't be able to ......."
"Can't go to the hospital! me! Zhao Yiran interrupted sharply, "I'm afraid he will be in danger when I go to the hospital!" ”
"Is there a way to be a private doctor?" Chen Shu came in through the curtain in the background.
"Yes!" Zhao Yiran tried his best to restrain his tone, but he couldn't hide the tremor of his lips, "The doctor next door to me lives!" ”