If an ordinary person is punched and kicked, half of his life will be lost, but the foreigner who grew up eating beef is different, he was kicked to the ground, and he actually got up as soon as he turned over, and then rushed over like a crazy bull.

Chen Zikun is a person who practices martial arts, his movements are very agile, he dodged in a flash, the foreigner knocked the coffee cup on the coffee table to the place and smashed it, Chen Zikun jumped over and hit his head is a slam punch, the sound of the bang is like a drum, the foreigner is full of blood, and he finally fell to the ground after two swings.

Natasha, who was lying on the bed and only wearing a thin nightdress, saw this bloody scene, covered her face with her hands and screamed, Chen Zikun slapped her, and she fell on the bed silently.

The room was quiet again, and the guards downstairs did not move, Chen Zikun calmed down, scanned the room, and saw a photo hanging on the wall, on which were two foreigners wearing sportswear holding trophies, one of them was lying at his feet, and the other was his target, Inspector Locke.

Needless to say, this foreigner is also patrolling, and he must have his share in killing the marchers, Chen Zikun looked around, and saw a pair of trousers at the head of the bed, so he pulled out the belt on it, squatted on the ground and strangled the foreigner's neck and twisted it hard, suddenly the door was kicked open with a bang, and a black shadow rushed in, and the huge momentum knocked Chen Zikun to the ground, and the two people scuffled together.

The person who came was Locke, he was burly, muscular, as the saying goes, one force will drop ten times, in the narrow space indoors, Chen Zikun's martial arts are useless, he can only fight like a stupid villager, and the things in the room are messed up by them, and it is a mess.

Natasha came to her senses, and this time she didn't scream, but quickly picked up her clothes and slipped away, got out of bed and remembered something, grabbed the gold watch and wallet on the bedside table, and then grabbed the door.

Although Locke is as strong as a cow, he emptied himself in the drunken nightlife of Shanghai Tang, and after a fierce fight, he was exhausted, and was choked by Chen Zikun and couldn't breathe, his face gradually turned purple, and his eyes were about to burst out, and suddenly a gunshot rang out, Chen Zikun's body shook violently, and when he looked back, the foreigner who had been strangled to death didn't know when he got up, and he was still holding a smoking revolver in his hand.

", shoot in the back." Chan dropped Locke and stood up.

"Bang" The revolver in the foreigner's hand spewed out a ball of fire again, but Chen Zikun just shook his body and continued to move forward, the foreigner panicked, and there was no chance to pull the trigger again, the revolver was snatched away by Chen Zikun, and he fired a shot at the center of his forehead, and suddenly the white and red splashed around.

"Laubertson!" Locke roared and pounced on the strange Chinese assassin, Chen Zikun turned the muzzle of the gun and fired three shots in succession, all three bullets hit Locke's chest, and the person shook and fell to the ground, staring at the ceiling with big eyes and not staring.

The blood spread quickly, the house smelled of blood, there was a rush of footsteps downstairs, and a terrible siren sounded in the street, Chen Zikun dropped the empty revolver on the ground, grabbed a chair and smashed it against the window.

By the time the patrols burst into the room, there were only two bodies left in the room, the windows wide open, the curtains dancing in the wind, and the rain outside.

……

Chen Zikun stumbled in the rain, a string of blood under his feet, quickly diluted by the rain, the Bund shrouded in smoke and rain, the street lights were on, the neon lights on the buildings, the street lamps and car lights on the street converged into the bright lights of Shanghai at night, the Indian patrol in the turban commanded the traffic, the car horns and sirens sounded together, and the Chinese people holding umbrellas and carrying briefcases shuttled back and forth, and no one noticed the drenched young man on the side of the road.

"Damn, I'm eating guns again." Chen Zikun scolded secretly, he was shot in the back, and he was shot in the left chest, the British's bullet was much more powerful than that of Little Japan, and the sweat of his beans was flowing down, and his mind gradually blurred, and finally slowly fell on the road.

A car stopped abruptly, and the driver honked his horn angrily and cursed: "Little red guy, look for death." Seeing that the people on the road were not moving, he had to reverse and adjust the direction to prepare to go around.

The rear window was slowly lowered, and the woman in the car tilted her head to look at the person on the ground, the rain washed his young face, heroic eyebrows, and miserable white lips, and a handsome young man was lying on the street like this.

The woman sighed softly, rolled up the window, and was about to turn her head at the moment when she suddenly saw a blue light flashing on the collar of the young man, and a blue sky and white sun badge shining in the rain.

"Stop!" The woman said in a hurry, got out of the car and held up a big umbrella, helped Chen Zikun cover the rain, felt his pulse, checked the wound, and turned around and said, "Ah Xiang, carry him into the car." ”

"Third Miss, this ......" the coachman is embarrassed.

"Don't lift it up quickly, what are you talking about!" The third lady's willow eyebrows were upside down, Ah Xiang didn't dare to contradict it, and it took a lot of effort to drag Chen Zikun into the back seat of the car.

The third lady also got into the car, told Ah Xiang to drive to the hospital immediately, and then took out a handkerchief to pad the young man's wound, and suddenly the young man's closed eyes opened, startling her.

“…… Age...... Madame......" muttered the young man,

"You know me?" The third lady's eyes widened in disbelief, but the young man fell into a coma again, and when he touched his forehead, it was hot.

"Ah Xiang, hurry up." The third lady stomped her foot.

"Third Miss, Flesa, traffic jam." Ah Xiang pointed to the long queue of traffic in front of him and said helplessly.

"It's not going to be like this when it rains, what's going on?" The third lady lowered the window of the car and looked over, and there was a team of patrols standing at the head of the Waibaidu Bridge, inspecting the cars one by one.

She couldn't help but glance back at the unconscious young man, her big eyes flickered a few times, and she resolutely said, "Turn around and go to the riverside." ”

Ah Xiang immediately turned the car around and galloped south along the Bund Avenue, but after driving less than 500 meters, he was stopped again, and the brigade patrolled and stood on the road wearing raincoats, not only checking vehicles, but also pedestrians.

"Ah Xiang, think of a way." The third lady urged.

The coachman was so anxious that he was sweating down, and the way was to just hand over this kid to the patrol, but according to the temper of the third lady, can you agree.

Just as they were about to turn around again, the cars behind were already lined up, two trucks roared towards them, the canopy was lifted, dozens of soldiers of the International Merchants Corps in khaki uniforms jumped down, lined up in the sound of English passwords, bayonets flashed in the rain, they quickly divided into four squads and began to search the cars on the road.

The car was dead silent, save for the sound of raindrops hitting the windows.

A team of soldiers walked up to the car, and the officer who led the team knocked on the door: "Get out of the car and check." ”

Hearing this voice, the third lady's eyes lit up, lowered the window and smiled: "Miss thanks, long time no see." ”

When the officer saw the third lady, he snapped upright, raised his hand and saluted: "Miss Song, hello, thank you Nong for remembering Allah." ”

The third lady's eyebrows smiled into crescents: "Xiangli of HSBC, the second lieutenant of the Chinese team of the International Chamber of Commerce, the fifth child of the Xie family in Ningbo, Xie Xingning, well, the waltz dance is also very good, how can I not remember you, by the way, what happened?" Patrols closed roads everywhere. ”

Second Lieutenant Xie was even more excited, and said: "That's Miss Song, there was a bloody case in the dormitory of the Police Department of the Ministry of Industry, and two western arresters were killed, and now the entire patrol room is dispatched, and our International Business Group has also sent troops to assist in arresting the murderer, there is really no way, the military order is like a mountain." ”

The third lady said, "Oh, I'm still in a hurry to catch the ball." ”

Second Lieutenant Xie said: "That's it, it doesn't matter, I'll arrange it." After saying that, he immediately asked his subordinates to move away from the horse and let the third lady's car pass.

"Thank you, Nong, for having time to have coffee together." The third lady smiled, Second Lieutenant Xie's bones were crispy, and she glanced enviously at the man sitting in the car, it was probably Miss Song's dance partner, she looked quite tall, but unfortunately her face was facing the side, and she didn't see her appearance clearly.

Finally escaped, the third lady took a long breath, asked Ah Xiang to drive to a clinic in the French Concession, beckoned the nurse to carry the wounded in, the French doctor examined the wound, and said: "A shot in the back hurt the lungs, a shot in the left chest almost hit the heart, blood loss is too much, I am afraid that it will be difficult to save life, you must be mentally prepared." ”

The third lady opened the kun bag and took out a stack of banknotes and said, "Go all out to rescue, the cost is not a problem." ”

The doctor said lightly: "It is the doctor's duty to save lives and help the wounded, I will do my best, and the operation will be performed now, you should avoid it." ”

……

Four hours later, it was already dark, the operation was finally over, two mushroom-shaped bullets of point 38 caliber were clamped out by tweezers, and fell on the enamel plate with a clang, the doctor came out of the operating room, took off the mask and said: "The bullet has been removed, but the danger period has not passed, and I need to recuperate for a period of time." ”

The third lady sat on the bench for so long, her legs were numb, and when she heard that the person was fine, she stood up happily and was about to go in, but the doctor stopped her and said, "The wounded person has been given anesthetic and is in a deep coma, if you want to see her, tomorrow." ”

"Alright, I'll come back tomorrow." The third lady, who fell to the ground with a stone in her heart, smiled at the corner of her mouth.

Late at night, Chen Zikun woke up from a nightmare, suddenly opened his eyes and looked around, it was pitch black, and after his eyes adapted to the darkness, he could faintly see white cabinets and sheets, shrug his nose, and there was a smell of disinfectant in the air.

His memory was a little vague, and he vaguely knew that he had been carried into a car, and it seemed that Mrs. Sun was sitting in the car, and then he became what he is now.

With bandages and a salt water bottle hanging from the bedside, this is supposed to be a hospital.

He tried to get out of bed, but he didn't have any strength at all, he only felt that his mouth was dry and sweaty, and he reached out and touched the bedside table, but he didn't touch the teacup, but he touched a bloody handkerchief, which he held in his hand and fumbled with beautiful lines embroidered on the corners of the handkerchief: mayling.