After missing a shot, Zongren decisively gave up the idea of continuing to shoot.

Judging from the performance of Yu Sheng, even if he misses the bullet, he may not be able to hurt him.

This person's sensitivity to the danger of life is simply outrageous to a certain extent.

But at the moment when he put away his gun and turned around...

Another gunshot rang out.

Only this time, it wasn't him who fired the gun.

Zong Ren suddenly felt that sharp pain in his calf, and he staggered to the ground, but after he rolled around, he stood up again.

Even though there was a sharp pain in his legs, he continued to run frantically as if he didn't notice it.

The bullet kept rubbing in his muscles, blood running down his legs.

The rest of his life was still falling in the back, muttering to himself.

"Sure enough, only the combat consciousness was exercised, and the crisis reaction was not exercised."

"In the inner city, the survival rate should be less than fifty percent..."

In the next time, the rest of his life was not as urgent as before, just to ensure that Zongren was always in his field of vision.

Of course, during this period, he also made two moves to adjust the direction of Zongren's escape.

Ultimately...

A sapper shovel stopped in front of Zongren.

When Zongren raised his head blankly and looked into the distance, time was already standing in front of him at some point.

Behind the time, there was a young man in a wheelchair about the same age as himself, looking at him with a smile.

"Zongren?"

Yu Mo looked at Zong Ren and smiled and spoke.

There was a struggle in Zongren's eyes, and there was a fierce light several times, but he realized that he had been standing behind him for the rest of his life, and the time before him with an expression similar to the rest of his life, and finally gave up struggling.

"It's me."

"Are you Yumo?"

Zongren casually threw the dagger and firearm in his hand on the ground, raised his hands, honestly turned around in place, and then sat on the ground completely unguarded.

"Are there tweezers?"

He asked, looking at Yu Sheng.

"Nope."

Yu Sheng replied seriously, standing still.

Zongren picked up the dagger on the ground and wiped it seriously with his clothes: "What about the lighter?" ”

"Yes."

Yu Sheng nodded.

Then, there is no then.

There was some silence in the air.

"Can you borrow it from me?"

Zong Ren took a deep breath, and at this time, the flesh and blood of the leg that had been shot were blurred due to the continuous tearing of the wound as he fled.

His face was pale, beads of sweat on his forehead, and his voice trembled a little, but he was trying to keep it steady.

"I don't borrow it."

Yu Sheng shook his head.

The air fell silent again.

Zongren's hand holding the dagger trembled violently.

He took a deep breath, barely keeping his emotions calm, and after carefully wiping the dagger with his clothes again, he slammed it into the wound.

For a moment, the speed of blood flow was a little greater.

The muscles in Zongren's face were trembling, but there was a bit of ruthlessness in his eyes, and he dug out the bullet forcefully.

Zongren gasped, threw away the dagger weakly, leaned against the wall, and rested for about half a minute before picking a fairly clean spot on his clothes, tearing it open, and wrapping it around his legs.

Blood soon stained the strips of cloth red.

"If you use a cloth, the blood will coagulate, and the cloth will stick to the flesh and you won't be able to tear it off."

"Use a bandage."

Time is kind to remind.

Zongren raised his head hard and looked at the time: "That... Can you give me some gauze? ”

"I can't."

Time shook his head silently.

Secondary Critical Hit.

However, in just two minutes, Zongren's mood took several twists and turns.

Yu Mo did not interrupt Zong Ren's self-treatment, but watched with interest.

"Huh."

"It's so ruthless."

"It is worthy of being a person who can survive after the cult falls."

"It took me a lot of time to check your file."

"I'm not even sure if you'll actually come to Sin City."

Yu Mo's eyes were full of amazement as he looked at Zong Ren.

"Trouble with another shot in that leg, thanks."

As the voice fell, Yu Mo looked at Yu Sheng on the side and said with a smile.

"Oh."

Yu Sheng raised his hand and a shot fell.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the quiet streets.

Zong Ren let out a muffled sound, and blood flowed from his legs.

"I'm talking about hitting that uninjured leg."

"Not another shot in the injured leg."

"My previous expression should be fine..."

Yu Mo raised his head a little dazedly and glanced at Yu Sheng.

But Yu Sheng shook his head: "What you said is to give another shot, only the same leg, will be used.. Again. ”

"If it's the other leg, let's say, get a shot for the troublesome leg."

Yu Sheng watched Yu Mo discuss seriously.

"Hmm..."

"Seems to make sense."

"Then please take the other leg and give it a shot."

"Oh, two shots."

"Otherwise, it's asymmetrical."

Yu Mo looked at the two gun holes on Zong Ren's legs and thought about opening.

The moment his words fell, two gunshots rang out.

At this time, Zongren didn't even have the strength to snort, and the whole person leaned against the wall, his body trembling constantly.

But his gaze was still trying to remain calm, staring at Yu Mo.

In the surrounding streets, several figures appeared, peeking at this side, but when they saw Yu Sheng's face through the moonlight, they decisively retracted their heads.

"You..."

"You're not going to kill me..."

"This pain, for me... For me... There is no impact. ”

"There's no need... of..."

Zongren kept panting, but this time he no longer treated the wound, but turned his head with great effort and looked at Yu Sheng: "Still fighting... Hit? ”

"After the fight... I'll deal with it together..."

Yu Sheng silently looked at Yu Mo.

Yu Mo thought about it and shook his head: "Let's deal with it first." ”

"We'll talk when we're done."

After speaking, Yu Mo leaned on the wheelchair and admired it quietly.

Again, it's a repetitive process.

At this time, Zongren had completely lost his strength, his clothes were wet with sweat, he was leaning against the wall, his eyelids were weak, but he always tried not to fall asleep.

"Yes... You can start chatting... Talked? ”

He stared at Yu Mo and asked.

"There's no hurry."

"Take a break."

"You look miserable, it's too torturous to talk to you at this time."

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

After speaking, Yu Mo raised his head and looked at the sky: "The moon is not round tonight, it's a pity." ”