The white-faced man said lightly: "Don't worry, I will make your death look like an accidental death." ”

"It's not surprising that you died unexpectedly in the trumpet with such a serious wound on your body."

"For example, a sudden burst of blood from a wound. It's like this. The white-faced man said, his other hand reaching for my chest, his fingers digging into my bleeding clothes.

I felt trembling all over my body, although the pain was not so obvious due to the medication, but after all, it was still covering my ears and stealing the bell, and my body still trembled as if I was twitching.

Under the fierce torture and pressure of the white-faced man, more and more blood flowed from the wound on his chest, and the whole clothes were stained red.

I felt dizzy and tried to scream out loud to lure the guards to save me, but the white-faced man stuck my throat so hard that I couldn't speak.

I let go of his arms with both hands and hung limply, as if I had given up the struggle.

"The physical fitness is not bad, and it is already very strong to be able to survive so long with such a serious injury. It's a pity ......" The white-faced man suddenly stopped halfway through his words and frowned slightly.

For he suddenly felt something hard against his chin.

The white-faced man was expressionless and silent, his gaze gradually moving downward, only to see a black Browning pocket pistol against his chin.

I was sweating and panting softly. In his current position, he locked me with a choke from behind, and I held a pistol to his chin. I said coldly, "Now, can you put your hands down?" ”

"How dare you shoot here?"

"Hehe, you're going to kill me, why don't I dare?"

The white-faced man was silent, and I could see from his eyes that he obviously didn't understand, why could I still have a gun when I had entered the number?

Could it be that Dai Heihu didn't do a good job?

The white-faced man gradually let go of his arm. Physically free, I jerked him away, then pointed my pistol at him and yelled, "Stand back! Go to the corner! ”

The white-faced man's face was cold, but he still obediently retreated to the corner and raised his hands very consciously.

I didn't dare to put the gun down, and I didn't dare to relax a little. I know that since this guy was sent by Dai Black Tiger, he must have some weight, and if I slack off a little, he will most likely rush to grab my gun.

After a while, there was a commotion outside the cage: "What's going on!?" Why don't you sleep at night!? "Presumably it was my loud shouting that brought the prison guards here.

But it just so happens that I don't want to stay in the same space with this white-faced man anymore.

Even the prison guards outside were alarmed, but the prisoners in the cage were still asleep, as if the thunder could not wake up, and I also obeyed them.

"What's going on?" The prison guard asked again, and came to the door of our cage, the light was dim, and when he got to the door, he saw the strange posture of me and the white-faced man, and after a closer look, he saw clearly that I was holding a pistol in my hand!

The prison guard's eyes widened in surprise, and he rubbed it vigorously, thinking that he had seen it wrong.

"Holy!"

After confirming this, the prison guard let out an exclamation, quickly opened the door of the cage, rushed over and confiscated my gun, and then gave me a punch.

"Bastard! Where did you get your guns!? ”

Because of my weakness, this punch caused me to fall directly to the ground.

The prison guard, apparently not knowing me, dared to talk to me like that.

The white-faced man stood there, looking at me expressionlessly, not saying a word.

I know that I am safe, at least there is a police officer on duty here, and the white-faced man still has no audacity to do it here, in case things get bigger, the black tiger behind him will not spare him.

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, looked up at the prison guard with an expressionless face, and said, "Call Wu Shikai over, I want to see him." ”

The guard was even angrier, pointing at me and yelling, "What are you? How dare you call Director Wu's name!? ”

At this time, several other prisoners in the number woke up in a daze, rubbing their eyes in a daze, scratching their heads and looking at us for some unknown reason, with confusion in their eyes.

My gaze was still indifferent, and I said in a calm tone: "Go and call Wu Shikai, if you still want this job." ”

"Yo, you're ......" The guard rolled up his sleeves and was trying to clean me up. But then he suddenly saw the hem of my red clothes, and the blood was still flowing down my clothes.

The prison guard was startled, he didn't know why I was bleeding so much, and at the same time he was a little really panicked, if a prisoner died in the trumpet while he was on duty, he would be responsible!

Soon he called the other two policemen on duty, came in on a stretcher, and carried me out.

The white-faced man stood in the cage like this, staring at me all the way.

Suddenly, I sat up from the stretcher, stretched out a hand and grabbed the throat of the prison guard on duty, and said viciously: "Call Wu Shikai over, do you hear!?" ”

The guards were terrified, for my expression was hideous and terrifying, and my eyes were full of violence and blood, and my red eyes were like a monster that wanted to eat people.

The prison on duty trembled and said, "I know...... Got it, I'll just call it......"

Several police officers on duty carried me to an empty room with only a single bed, a table, and nothing else. Several policemen carried me to the bed and went out, and after a while several doctors in white coats came in, and when they saw that I was covered in blood, they quickly examined me.

"Oh my God!" The bespectacled doctor exclaimed, "How could he have been so badly injured?" And it's not dead yet? ”

I gritted my teeth and felt the doctors tending to the wound on my chest, and tried to pass out several times, but I couldn't get through. I felt that the painkillers were wearing off and the pain was starting to come along.

Because I didn't say a word, the doctors thought I had fainted, and they didn't even give me anesthetic. Actually, I don't have the strength to speak. After they stopped the bleeding and helped me take care of the wound, they went out, leaving me alone in the room.

I felt numb, itchy and painful all over my body, and it felt like 10,000 ants crawling on my body. I found that the resurgence after the effect of the drug wore off was more painful than before, which must be one of the side effects.

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