Hua Ting estimated the time and found that Madam Bai's side was almost over, but Bai Qihong didn't leave.
She couldn't move, so she could only stay bored and wander around the corridor in the hall, wandering all the way from the third floor to the second floor.
The faces of the men and women on the second floor were all a little drunk, and the remaining few were still going crazy on the dance floor.
Hua Ting had already walked around the dance floor several times.
She really had no choice but to go down the stairs without hesitation, when she saw a man in black with a slightly strange behavior pacing back and forth by the lamppost on one side of the corridor.
Take small steps.
This man seemed to be as idle as a flower girl.
He had walked up and down this corridor no less than ten times.
He neither got drunk nor danced, and his eyes never stayed on any of the dancers.
One second, then what on earth does 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 to do?"
Chen Shu stared at the man's left sleeve and accurately judged: "There is a gun in the sleeve."
"What?"
Hua Ting looked at it and saw that the man's sleeves were indeed too long, so much so that they covered his entire palm, and the shape of a hard object wrapped at the bottom of the sleeves was slowly swinging with the man's steps.
Looming, "He wants to kill people at Paramount" "Um."
"Who does he want to kill?"
Hua Ting asked this question while going through the decoration pattern of the hall on the first floor in her mind.
This pillar in the second floor corridor is facing straight towards the corner seats in the first floor hall near the edge of the stage.
There are fewer guests there.
Because it faces the stage sideways, you can only see the profile of the woman on the stage, so basically everyone They always squeezed into the middle of the hall; there was only one person, and every time he chose to drink champagne in the corner seat, that is: "Inspector" She immediately thought of Bai Qihong.
"Yes."
Chen Shu's right hand rested on the gun on his waist, as if he was ready to draw the gun at any time.
Hua Ting's justice cells were stimulated again, and she put her hand into her small purse a long time ago, "You are Cai Bingrong's person.
It's not convenient for you to appear, so let me do it."
She wanted to step forward to stop her and try her best to solve the problem without using bullets, but as soon as she finished speaking, the man had already pointed the gun in his sleeve at the forehead of the inspector downstairs.
Time could not withstand even half a delay.
In seconds, the inspector's head will blossom.
Fortunately, Hua Ting not only had sharp marksmanship, but also moved faster than ordinary people.
When he pulled out the gun, there was a "bang" sound and hit the man's bicep.
Unfortunately, it was not able to prevent his bullet from coming out of the shell, but only caused the bullet to deflect slightly. route and hit the inspector's right arm.
Following the two gunshots, Paramount was in chaos up and down.
The shooter took advantage of the chaos and infiltrated into the crowd, not forgetting to look back and stare at Hua Hua.
Chen Shu originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos to cover her out of Paramount, but when the little girl saw that the inspector was seriously injured and no one cared about it, she felt uneasy.
She just avoided Bai Qihong's eyes and ears and sneaked to the inspector's side.
Not to mention holding up his arm, "Go to the hospital quickly."
The inspector frowned and his face turned pale, but he still struggled to free himself from Hua Ting's arms and said, "You go first."
He looked around as if he was looking for something.
"Go to the backstage first."
Zhao Yiran, who had changed into a light-colored cheongsam and took off his high heels, quickly passed through the crowd in front and locked his eyes on the inspector's injured right arm.
"Go to the backstage first.
The door may not be safe."
The inspector was visibly relieved to see that she was safe and sound.
"Let's go" Chen Shu said with a cold light in his eyes, "She's right, there may be an ambush at the door."
He shot around vigilantly, "If we missed the vital point, I'm afraid they won't let it go."
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Sure enough, as soon as Chen Shu finished saying this, three more gunshots rang out in the hall.
While Chen Shu speculated on the direction of the bullet, he used his height advantage to block behind Hua Ting and pushed her forward, "Let's go backstage first."
One of the bullets quickly grazed Hua Ting's cashmere sleeve and hit a lamppost nearby.
With a "pop" sound, the lamppost exploded and the crowd screamed.
Everyone ran around holding their heads.
"Cao" Hua Ting was so angry that her teeth itched, "They really want to kill the inspector."
Compared to the hustle and bustle in the front hall, the backstage seemed much quieter.
Most of the dancing girls ran away in a hurry before they had time to change, leaving only three or two who were busy nervously in the dressing room.
"Does this often happen here?"
Hua Ting moved a chair so that Zhao Yiran could help the inspector sit down.
Chen Shu stood vigilantly at the entrance to the backstage, observing the situation outside.
"Today is the first time."
Zhao Yiran looked around and saw that there was not even a first aid kit in the huge Paramount dressing room.
The bright red blood gradually spread into a long and thin path on the marble floor.
The inspector's face was pale and he was breathing heavily.
It was obvious that he had lost too much blood.
He opened his mouth weakly and could not utter a complete sentence.
He was still holding on tightly with his left hand.
Looking at Zhao Yiran.
The shot site of the inspector was close to the upper right side of his ribs.
If he was not treated in time, he would probably have difficulty breathing and cause shock.
Hua Ting found a cotton towel from somewhere on the dressing table.
Fortunately, it was still clean.
She used it to wrap around the inspection wound.
Although it didn't have much effect, it could at least temporarily stop the bleeding.
Otherwise, it would be like this No matter how healthy a person is, he will inevitably go into shock.
"Who on earth wants your life so much?"
Zhao Yiran's excited voice contained a hint of crying.
For the first time, Hua Ting saw unprecedented panic in these calm eyes.
Zhao Yiran trembled with his hands, clasping his fingers tightly, and the love in his eyes surged like a sea spring.
So, they are in love and share the same grave, why should Cai Bingrong stand aside in vain?
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 Ting recognized that the gun in the man's hand was specially equipped for his subordinates in order to improve our combat effectiveness after Bai Qihong and Cai Bingrong collaborated on their first arms deal.
Of course, the guns are limited and are only allocated to those with stronger abilities, while the weak continue to wield swords and swords.
"This is not the first time that the inspector has encountered this kind of thing," Hua Ting encouraged optimistically, "He is lucky, he will be fine this time."
Having said that, everyone can see that the inspector looks even weaker than before, and even his eyelids can hardly support him.
Hua Ting wanted to just kill it, but considering that the inspector was seriously injured, and she didn't know how many troops the opponent had, she couldn't act rashly.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Everyone's brain nerves are in a highly tense state.
The noise outside the door gradually died down.
The inspector finally couldn't hold on anymore and closed his eyes weakly.
The cotton towel at the wound was already stained red with blood.
"Let's go to the hospital quickly or else we will come back"
"You can't go to the hospital to my place," Zhao Yiran interrupted sharply, "I'm afraid he will be in danger if he goes to the hospital."
"Is there any way to have a private doctor?"
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Chen Shu slipped in through the curtain backstage.
"Yes."
Zhao Yiran tried his best to restrain his tone, but couldn't hide the trembling of his lips, "There is a doctor next door to me."
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