Chapter 242: Crusade against the old thief

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Bai Feng was chasing butterflies, and Leng Ruobing sat alone on the lawn.

Zhang Fan walked over, and when Bai Feng saw Zhang Fan coming, he jumped up to Zhang Fan, hugged his thigh, and squatted down, meaning to let Zhang Fan accompany him to play.

Zhang Fan patted its head, "Bai Feng, if I let you go on an extremely dangerous mission, in the process, it may even cost you your life, will you be afraid?" ā€

Whew......

Bang bang!

Bai Feng let go of Zhang Fan's thigh, he stood up, slapped his chest several times in a row, and finally stretched out another arm and made a hook move.

Zhang Fan can understand the meaning of its expression, I'm not afraid! There is something to be told.

"That's it! I see, White Wind is the best! You play. ā€

An animal can show his sincerity and belief like this, which makes Zhang Fan even more determined to rescue Qin Feifei.

"White Wind seems to be afraid of you?"

Zhang Fan came to Leng Ruobing's side and sat down on the lawn, "Can you tell me, how did you meet in the first place?" ā€

"Bai Feng, it's not afraid of me, it's respecting me. It grew up in the organization, and if you look at it by generation, it's our senior. I remember the first time I saw it, it was practicing horizontal bar balancing, an animal, doing the same thing as a human being, and I was curious about how it did it, and that's how we met. Later......"

A touch of tenderness actually appeared on Leng Ruobing's face, "Later, I have been following it like a primary school student, and we have been trained by the organization together. Although I never told it about my past, whenever I was depressed, pessimistic, and extremely irritable, it was the white wind that would always come to me at the first time and sit with me in a daze. We didn't do anything, and we could be in a daze together for half a day. ā€

Zhang Fan listened quietly, as if he was listening to a book from heaven. There was a secret in my heart: It turns out that at this time, there are such psychic animals, it is simply against the sky.

"How? Did you talk to them about the whereabouts of the rebels? After being silent for a while, Leng Ruobing asked.

"Hmmm! Not at the moment. But I think it's going to be soon! Thank you for the previous thing. Zhang Fan remembered that his previous words were a little mean. If it weren't for Kangsha telling him, he really didn't know that when he clashed with Babaru's father and son, Leng Ruobing would have already driven the rifle and the overall situation was under control.

The range of a general strideball rifle is between 150 meters and about 200 meters, and there is almost no hope of survival for any target that is placed under the muzzle of the gun when the opponent pulls the trigger.

"You don't have to thank me, I just don't want you to die an ugly death, and I have to help you collect your body at the end of the day. So, I'll help you out of the siege without any difficulty. ā€

Although Leng Ruobing's words were very cold, in Zhang Fan's ears, he felt a little warm. This woman is cold on the surface, but in fact, she still cares a lot about her companions being hurt, right?

Just as Zhang Fan was talking to Leng Ruobing, Kang Sha hurriedly walked towards them, "Hey, my sister isn't here?" Have any of you seen her? ā€

"Doivas? What happened to her? Finding that Kang Sha's face was anxious, Zhang Fan stood up and asked.

Kangsha's face flickered, and he sighed helplessly and said, "I received a call from home just now, and they said that it had been an afternoon, why didn't you see Duvas go back?" But I searched the entire barracks, but I couldn't find any trace of her, so I came to ask you if I had seen her before. ā€

"Duvas is missing? Is there something out of her? Zhang Fan felt that there was a possibility. It is impossible for a big living person to say that he will not see it.

Unless...... Could it be related to Barbaru?

What Zhang Fan could think of, Kang Sha also thought of, "My little sister, she won't run out for no reason, and then greet me if she doesn't fight me." Alas, the matter is broken, and I think she may have been taken captive by the people of Babaru. ā€

"If that's the case, it's going to be a bit of a problem."

Babalu had just had a great unpleasant relationship with them, and if Duvas was really taken captive by the other party, it was nothing more than to make them surrender, so as to get back all the face they had been humiliated.

The human heart is complex and sinister. For example, the kind farmer who warmed up the frostbitten snake on the side of the road and saved the snake, but he was bitten by the snake and died of poison.

"Paralysis! Babaru's shit, if he really kidnapped my sister, I would never have spared him. ā€

Kangsha's face was gloomy, and he hurriedly gathered a few people, Puba, Tubal and others. Of course, Zhang Fan was also involved, after all, this incident started because of him, and he couldn't act as if nothing happened.

"Brother Kang, let's go, I'll also go with you to crusade against that old thief. I'd like to see what he has to say. ā€

Zhang Fan carried the white wind and walked behind them with great gusto. As for Leng Ruobing, she chose to stay. She has a cold temperament, and she doesn't like to join in the fun.

Kang Sha led Zhang Fan, Hai and his subordinates to slaughter the fourteen blocks that were not under their jurisdiction.

The streets of the fourteenth block are much better than what Zhang Fan saw in the thirteenth block. Why is there such a big difference between the two regions? Could it be that the thirteen neighborhoods of Kangsha have always been inhabited by poor people? Whether it is in life or in terms of consumption level, it is not at the same level.

Along the way, under the leadership of Kangsha, Zhang Fan finally saw the local tyrant building belonging to Babalu. The building in front of me resembled a castle, with high walls and thick sharp nails at the end.

The building of Wei Towering is really at the level of a local tyrant.

The gate was closed, but through the cracks you could see the soldiers inside, patrolling with machine guns, on guard.

Zhang Fan guessed from this, could it be that Babalu would guess that they were coming? So the manpower has been laid out for a long time?

Smack!

Kangsha slapped the door a few times angrily and shouted, "Babaru, you old bastard, get out of here immediately." ā€

The door was not opened, but Gao Qiangshang poked out a slippery head, this person is not Babaru, who else can it be? With a gloomy face, he shouted to them below, "Kangsha, you goddamn bastard again!" What exactly do you want to do? ā€

"Babaru, did you kidnap my little sister?" The Kansa ninja asked angrily.

Babaru, who was in the middle, suddenly laughed, "I said Kangsha, this is a matter with no evidence, you better not talk about it, otherwise, I will go to the government to sue you and make you look good." , don't mess with me, I'll give you a minute. Hum! When a minute has passed, if you don't leave, then don't blame me for being rude to you, bullets don't have eyes. Wave! It's going to poke a bloody hole out of each of your heads! Haha......"

"You old bastard. If you dare to hurt my sister by the hair, I will kill you. ā€

Kangsha's face was horribly gloomy. He knew that sooner or later he and Babaru would use the knife, for the simple reason that their grudge had been around for a long time.

A minute passed quickly.

Seeing that they were still at the gate, the people refused to leave, and he turned grim and made a gesture to a few soldiers.

Click......

Suddenly, a piercing burst of gunfire swept out towards the gate. Everyone on the sidelines was able to dodge in time. Only Konsa, who had been in the air on his head, was a step slower in his movements. His right arm and shoulder, a bullet pierced in, he screamed, the erupting blood, no matter how he covered it, could not stop the bleeding.

Eventually, Kangsha sat down on the ground, his face pale. The bullets were still strafing, like a rain of swords, densely packed. Zhang Fan hid on a big rock, and saw Kang Sha fall to the ground, with bullets constantly coming from his side, but Zhang Fan couldn't care so much at this time.

He sprang forward, rolled on the ground with the strength of his body, dodged the oncoming bullets, and scurried to Konsa, grabbed him, and dragged him behind a large tree.

The blood-infused arm had completely stained half of Konsa's body red. At present, the most important thing is to stop bleeding, according to the momentum of this blood spurting, the blood on the human body will soon be drained, and in severe cases, shock will occur, and the consequences will be troublesome.

The only thing Zhang Fan can do is acupuncture to stop bleeding.

He tore Konsha's sleeve and said to him, "That bullet seems to have only hit your veins, otherwise the blood wouldn't have spurted so fiercely." You're patient, I'll stop the bleeding for you. ā€

As soon as Zhang Fan took out the silver needle, he immediately pricked the silver needle at several large acupuncture points on Kangsha's arm, hand five miles, patio, hand three miles, four desecrations, Yangchi, etc.

In less than a minute, the blood that was still spurting out gradually decreased, and with Zhang Fan's repeated twisting and pulling, Kangsha's outflow was finally controlled.

Kang killed with a shocked look and a curious look. He was a soldier, and the occasional abrasion on his body, or the collision of other things, would make him bleed during physical training. But their method of stopping bleeding is generally cotton filling, which is one of their most commonly used methods.

But like Zhang Fan, he gave him a needle to stop the bleeding, Kang Sha encountered it for the first time, and he personally experienced it. Such a miraculous and speedy way to stop bleeding couldn't help but shock him.

Could it be that this is the power of Chinese traditional Chinese medicine? With just a small silver needle, he was able to seal the blood of the arteries and blood vessels on his arm? Incredible, unbelievable.