Chapter 1105

A strong sense of impact came from Wang Fuqu's brain. He was thrown into the operating room by the officer. Vertigo, in front of everything seems fuzzy. The officer's figure ran forward, only one step away from the pistol.

Wang Fuqu, holding back his stomach, reached out to a dead soldier and picked up the submachine gun. At the same time, the officer also got the pistol. The officer turned around and fired at the same time.

The officer was hit by the fast submachine gun and retreated again and again. The pistol in his hand only fired one shot, so he had no chance! Looking at Wang Fuqu in amazement, he fell down slowly.

His shot didn't hit Wang Fuqu, but it didn't kill him. The bullet went through Wang Fuqu's left arm and tore his whole arm! The big caliber pistol's blatant power made Wang Fuqu feel a little scared.

If the bullet hit him in the chest, he was dead. The sound of footsteps had reached this level. Wang Fuqu, struggling with the pain, hobbled to the gate.

A muzzle of a gun was exposed from the gate. Wang Fuqu raised his gun and fired, directly killing the soldiers who rushed in front of him. When the submachine gun ran out of ammunition, Wang Fuqu quickly put down his submachine gun and closed the door. Fierce gunfire rang out outside the door.

The soldiers behind shot at the gate with guns, but the door made of carbon alloy did not move at all. The bullet left only a trace on it, and did not even shoot a hole.

Wang Fuqu tried his best to lock the door. He didn't know if people outside had any other keys to open the door. Now all he could do was wait in the room for help or death.

After a short rest, Wang Fuqu stood up and went to the operating room. When the doctor heard the gunshot, he stopped. He was frightened. Although he always knew that the patient had the identity of a soldier, he had to see five bodies fall in front of his eyes at such a close distance.

This kind of feeling is not good, the nurses around have been scared fainted. The doctor watched Wang Fu Qu come to him. Wang Fu Qu threw away the bullet free submachine gun in his hand, picked up another one, and knocked on the door of the operating room with the head of the gun.

He told the doctor to open the door. The doctor didn't dare to disobey him. He knew that the operating room in this room was not bulletproof. Its main function was to provide a sterile environment for operation, so that the soldiers outside could kill him when they found something abnormal!

The doctor opened the door of the operating room, only to see the pale Wang Fuqu come in. Wang Fuqu stops in front of the two operating tables. He looks at Yang Zhen. It seems that the years left nothing on the old man.

This picture looks like a man who has been ill for a long time. Except for his ugly face, he should be at his age in other aspects. He only took a look at Wang Fuqu's face and turned to the other side of muxue.

He brought her here, and now he helps her. For mu Xue, Wang Fuqu doesn't know whether she owes or doesn't matter, but her last thought pulls her back from the gate of hell, which may be the last good thing he does in this world.

Young and tender face toward Wang Fuqu, mouth upward, probably in the dream of their own happy things. Wang Fuqu casually injected a dose of anesthetic into his left arm. His left hand was useless, but the pain was still there.