If an ordinary person received this punch or kick, half his life would be lost, but foreigners who grew up eating beef are different.
After being kicked to the ground, they actually got up as soon as they turned over, and then acted like a crazy barbarian.
Rushed over like a bull.
Chen Zikun was a martial arts practitioner and he was very agile.
He dodged in a flash.
The foreigner knocked the coffee cup on the coffee table and smashed it into pieces.
Chen Zikun jumped over and hit him hard on the head.
The sound was like a drum, and the foreigner's face was covered with blood.
After shaking for a few times, he finally fell to the ground.
Natasha, who was lying on the bed wearing only a thin nightgown, saw this bloody scene, covered her face with her hands and screamed.
Chen Zikun slapped her, and she fell on the bed without saying a word.
The room became quiet again, and the guards downstairs did not move either.
Chen Zikun calmed down, glanced around the room, and saw a photo hanging on the wall.
It showed two foreigners in sportswear holding trophies.
One of them was lying at his feet.
The other person is his target, Inspector Locke.
Needless to say, this foreigner was also on patrol, and he must have had a hand in killing the demonstrators.
Chen Zikun looked around and saw a pair of trousers hanging on the bedside, so he took out the belt on it, squatted on the ground and strangled the foreigner's neck.
Suddenly, The door was kicked open with a bang, and a black figure rushed in.
The huge momentum knocked Chen Zikun to the ground, and the two people struggled with each other.
The person who came was none other than Locke.
He was tall and muscular.
As the saying goes, he could defeat ten enemies with one force.
In the narrow space indoors, Chen Zikun's martial arts were useless and he could only fight like a clumsy countryman.
Things were messed up by them and it was a mess.
Natasha woke up, and this time she didn't scream.
Instead, she quickly picked up her clothes and ran away.
She thought of something again when she got out of bed, grabbed the gold watch and wallet on the bedside table, and then rushed out the door.
Although Locke was as strong as an ox, he wasted his time in Shanghai's lavish nightlife.
After a fierce fight, he ran out of energy.
Chen Zikun grabbed his throat and couldn't breathe.
His face gradually turned purple, and his eyes About to burst out, there was a sudden gunshot, and Chen Zikun's body was shaken violently.
Looking back, the foreigner who had been strangled to death got up at some point, holding a smoking revolver in his hand.
"Fuck you, shoot me in the back."
Chen Zikun left Locke behind and stood up.
"Bang" the revolver in the foreigner's hand spurted out a ball of fire again, but Chen Zikun just shook his body and continued to move forward.
The foreigner panicked and had no chance to pull the trigger again.
The revolver was snatched away by Chen Zikun , and shot him right in the center of his forehead, causing white and red to splash out.
"Robertson" Locke roared and pounced on the unfamiliar Chinese assassin.
Chen Zikun turned his gun and fired three times.
All three bullets hit Locke's chest.
He staggered and fell to the ground.
His big eyes were blank.
Staring at the ceiling with eyes wide open.
The blood spread quickly, and the room smelled of blood.
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There were rapid footsteps downstairs, and a shrill siren sounded on the street.
Chen Zikun threw the empty revolver on the ground, grabbed a chair and smashed it against the window.
When the patrolmen rushed into the room, only two bodies were left in the room.
The windows were wide open, the curtains fluttered in the wind, and the rain outside poured in.
Chen Zikun stumbled while walking in the rain.
A string of bloodstains under his feet were quickly diluted by the rain.
The Bund was shrouded in mist and rain.
The lights on the street started to turn on.
The neon lights on the buildings, street lights and car lights on the street converged into a feasting and feasting scene.
Shanghai night scene, Indian patrolmen in turbans direct traffic, car horns and police sirens blare, and Chinese people holding umbrellas and carrying briefcases shuttle back and forth.
No one notices the young man who is soaked by semen on the roadside. people.
"Damn, I'm getting shot again."
Chen Zikun cursed secretly.
He was shot once in the back and once in the left chest.
The British bullets were much more powerful than the Japanese ones.
The pain caused him to sweat.
He was obscene, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he finally slowly fell to the road.
A car suddenly stopped, and the driver honked the horn angrily and cursed: "Young man, you are looking for death."
Seeing that the people on the road were motionless, he had no choice but to reverse the car and adjust the direction to go around.
The rear window slowly lowered, and the woman in the car tilted her head and looked at the person on the ground.
The rain washed away his young face, his handsome eyebrows, and his pale lips.
A handsome young man lay dead on the street like this.
The woman sighed softly and rolled up the car window.
Just when she was about to turn around, she suddenly saw a flash of blue light on the young man's collar, and a blue sky and white sun badge shined in the rain.
"Stop," the woman said urgently.
She got out of the car and held up a big umbrella to shield Chen Zikun from the rain.
She felt his pulse, checked his wound, and turned around and said, "Axiang, carry him into the car."
"Third Miss, what's wrong with the driver?"
"Hurry up and lift it up, what are you talking about?"
The third lady raised her eyebrows.
Axiang did not dare to contradict him, so he dragged Chen Zikun into the back seat of the car with all his strength.
The third lady also got in the car and told Axiang to drive to the hospital immediately.
Then she took out a handkerchief and put it on the young man's wound.
Suddenly the young man's closed eyes opened, which shocked her.
"Mrs.
Ling," the young man murmured, "You know me?"
The third lady's eyes widened in disbelief, but the young man fell into coma again and touched his forehead, which was hot.
"Axiang, drive quickly."
The third lady stamped her feet.
"Miss Third, Fresa, there's a traffic jam."
A Xiang said helplessly, pointing to the long queue of traffic in front of him.
"It won't be like this even if it rains.
What's going on?"
The third lady lowered the window and looked over.
There was a team of patrolmen standing at the end of the Waibaidu Bridge, inspecting the cars one by one.
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She couldn't help but look back at the unconscious young man, her big eyes flickered a few times, and she said resolutely: "Turn around and go to the river."
Ah Xiang immediately turned the car around and sped south along the Bund Avenue.
However, he was stopped again after driving less than 500 meters.
A patrol team wearing raincoats stood on the road, not only checking vehicles, but also pedestrians.
"Axiang, think of a way quickly."
Third Miss urged.
The driver was so anxious that he was sweating.
There was a way.
He could just hand the boy over to the policeman.
But according to the temper of the third lady, could he agree to it?
Just as they were about to turn around again, there was already a long queue of cars behind them.
Two trucks roared towards them.
The awnings were lifted, and dozens of soldiers from the Merchant Corps of All Nations in khaki uniforms jumped out and lined up amidst the sound of English commands, bayonets in the rain.
With a cold light, they quickly divided into four teams and began to search the cars on the road.
It was deathly silent in the car, except for the sound of raindrops hitting the windows.
A group of soldiers walked to the car, and the officer leading the group knocked on the door: "Get out of the car and check."
Hearing this voice, the third lady's eyes lit up, she lowered the window and said with a smile, "Thank you, Miss.
Long time no see."
When the officer saw the third lady, he stood at attention, raised his hands and saluted, "Hello, Miss Song.
Thank you for remembering Allah."
The third lady's eyebrows turned into a crescent smile: "Assistant manager of HSBC Bank, second lieutenant of the Chinese team of the International Merchant Group, the fifth son of the Ningbo Xie family, Xie Xingning, well, you can also dance the waltz very well, how could I not remember you?
By the way, it happened What's going on?
Patrols are closing roads everywhere."
Second Lieutenant Xie became even more excited and said: "Miss Song, a murder occurred in the dormitory of the Police Department of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce.
Two western police officers were killed.
Now the entire patrol room has been dispatched.
Our merchant group from all over the world has also sent troops to help capture the murderer.
Really There is no way, the military order is like a mountain."
The third young lady said, "Oh, I'm still in a hurry to catch the dance."
Second Lieutenant Xie said: "That's it, it doesn't matter, I'll make the arrangements."
After saying that, he immediately asked his men to move away from the horse and let the third lady's car pass.
"Thank you, sir.
Let's drink coffee together when we have time."
The third lady smiled, and Lieutenant Xie's bones went numb.
He glanced enviously at the man sitting in the car.
He was probably Miss Song's dance partner.
He looked tall.
He's tall, but unfortunately his face is facing the side, so he can't see his face clearly.
Finally out of danger, the third lady breathed a long sigh of relief and asked Ah Xiang to drive to a clinic in the French Concession.
She called on the nurse to carry the injured person in.
The French doctor checked the wound and said: "The gunshot in the back injured the lung, and the left chest was injured."
The gun almost hit the heart.
He lost too much blood and may be difficult to revive.
You must be mentally prepared.”
The third lady opened her Kun bag and took out a stack of banknotes and said, "We will do our best to rescue him.
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The cost is not an issue."
The doctor said calmly: "It is the bounden duty of a doctor to save lives and heal the wounded.
I will try my best.
I have to perform surgery now, so you can avoid it."
Four hours later, it was completely dark, and the operation was finally over.
Two .38-caliber mushroom-shaped bullets were picked out by tweezers and clinked on the enamel plate.
The doctor came out of the operating room and took off his mask.
Said: "The bullet has been removed, but the danger period has not passed yet, and it needs to rest for a while."
The third lady had been sitting on the bench for so long that her legs were numb.
When she heard that the person was okay, she stood up happily and was about to go in.
The doctor stopped her and said: "The wounded person has been anesthetized and is in a deep coma.
If you want to see him, see him tomorrow." " "Okay, I'll come back tomorrow."
The third lady felt a stone in her heart, and a smile appeared on her lips.
Late at night, Chen Zikun woke up from a nightmare.
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked around.
It was pitch black.
After his eyes adapted to the darkness, he could vaguely see the white cabinets and sheets.
He shrugged his nose.
There was a smell of disinfectant in the air.
He moved.
The wound hurt terribly.
His memory was a little fuzzy, and he vaguely knew that he was being carried into a car, and Mrs.
Sun seemed to be sitting in the car, and then he became like this.
The body was covered with bandages and a saline bottle hung on the bedside.
This must be a hospital.
He tried to get out of bed, but he had no strength at all.
He only felt that his mouth was dry and he was sweating.
He reached out and groped around on the bedside table.
He didn't find the tea cup, but he found a bloody handkerchief.
He groped in his hand and found the edge of the handkerchief.
The corners are embroidered with the elegant letters: ayg
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