C255 dryness of body blood

He wiped off the blood on his face, not knowing whose it was, and said: "I don't want to fight anymore. Fine, I can stop fighting with them, but you, I must fight with them.

sunglasses chuckled. "Don't be so crazy, I'm telling you, I'm not stopping because I'm afraid of you, it's because …" He felt embarrassed to speak of his true thoughts, so he panicked a little, "I saw you beat us so many by yourself and treated you unfairly. Look at how tired you are, shouldn't you take a break? so that we can adjust our tactics. "

The veteran shook his head. "No need, just keep fighting. I don't feel that it's unfair. You guys can continue!"

He didn't dare to hit his sunglasses anymore and said, "We've injured quite a few, so we have to send them to the hospital. If you're a man, do you dare to wait for us to come back from the hospital before you can hit them?"

Zhao Chuanqi was amused. This grandson, if he wanted to escape, just say it.

Faced with the veteran's disdainful gaze, sunglasses patted his chest and said, "I'm telling you, we're not running. Let's see if you dare to wait here!"

The veteran waved his hand, "I'll wait here for half an hour. If you don't come, then you're lucky!"

The sunglasses secretly rejoiced, "Alright, if you want to run away in half an hour, then I will also say that you are lucky!"

The veterans did not care to look at him.

Those who could still move under the sunglasses carried the wounded and ran away.

Seeing that they had left, the retired soldier walked to Zhao Chuanqi's side and sat down, then said angrily: "It's been so long since I last fought, it's really great!"

Zhao Chuanqi said: "You must have suffered a lot too!"

The veterans did not think so. "They, hitting me was like scratching an itch. To tell you the truth, when I was in the army, I participated in a drill and was hit by a rubber bullet at a close distance. I opened up the meat. He undid his clothes, revealing a coin-sized scar on his chest.

Zhao Chuanqi's heart jumped, "If it really was a bullet, then it would have gone through!"

The veteran tapped on the table, "What boss? I stopped doing business as a hoodlum the moment I saw it. I just ate a bowl of rice noodles. I'm hungry now, sigh!" He looked at the entrance of the metro line. The boss had been standing there, but now he was gone.

Zhao Chuanqi said: It seems like there are meat skewers there, I think you are also someone who loves them greatly, let's be friends, I think it is the first time you have been here, the first time I see you, please sit down, I will go there to buy some meat skewers and two bottles of beer, we are right here, where you are acting all heroic, how about we have a drink together?

Hearing that, the retired soldier excitedly punched the table, "Okay, go quickly and come back!" He was getting a little anxious!

Zhao Chuanqi stood up and walked towards the other side of the street!

The retired soldiers sat there, looking across the street, hoping the hoodlums would return and continue fighting for the 300 rounds. She looked at the place that Zhao Chuanqi had gone to, hoping that he would return early to eat his fill and continue working with the lackey.

He slowly lost hope when he faced these hoodlums. They were just looking for an excuse to get out! It won't come!

Actually, he was wrong. The hoodlum would definitely come back.

He had been watching his brothers fight with his sunglasses the entire time, and he soon found a problem. His brothers could hit him, and their fists rained down on him like rain. But this guy's endurance was too strong, like a sandbag, his punches and kicks were unable to harm him.

Since his fist couldn't be injured, he might as well use a knife. He didn't believe that his body was indestructible. If I can punch him, I can stab him. He brought his little brother back to get the knife!

When Zhao Chuanqi just arrived at the mutton skewer stall, the sunglasses brought their people back again as they arrived in a big golden cup. The car screeched to a stop by the side of the road. The retired soldiers looked in the direction Zhao Chuanqi had gone, not even bothering to look at the cars that were parked beside them.

A kid with a meter-long machete hidden behind his back came up to him.

Three men got out, all with long machetes. The tip of the blade dragged on the ground, making a piercing sound. The two of them purposely knocked the sabers in their hands together with a crisp sound.

The veteran looked up, and a small man, without a word, swung a knife at his head.

There was a flash of white light and the veteran rolled off the table, his trousers cut open with the tip of his knife. A corner of the poor table had been cut off! Before the veteran could stand still, the other three men raised their blades and chopped at him. A layer of ice hung over the four men's faces. They did not make a sound, and only raised their blades to strike.

If a fist were to hit a person's body, the person would be able to carry it. However, if a saber was to slash down, the person would be unable to withstand it. They were all long meat.

The veteran swung a chair, brandishing his machete to ward off the cold.

The man with the knife hacked at the chair, which fell apart into a few sticks.

The veteran held two chairs with legs that did not dare to meet the machete head on. He was afraid that if he bumped into it, he would be hacked apart!

He circled the table and dodged. At this moment, he started to feel scared, this was bad. He had thought of everything just now, but he didn't expect them to bring a knife. This time, he had paid the price for being careless.

There were three other people in the car, and when they saw him circling the table, they each came down with a dagger in their hands.

They did not rush the veterans, they rushed the tables, they kicked the tables aside, and the men with the knives hacked the tables, turning the thin wooden boards into a pile of firewood. Seeing that there was nowhere to run, the veteran wanted to escape. However, the other side had added three new people. They formed a encirclement outside to prevent the veteran soldiers from escaping.

The retired soldiers who wanted to run outside were stopped by them. They held bright daggers in their hands, and if they were to fight with them, their backs would be exposed under the long machete. He felt goosebumps all over his body.

There was nowhere to run, and he couldn't keep fighting. What was he going to do!? As time passed, even the slightest bit of carelessness could lead to them chopping him down … Sweat was dripping from his head.

The saber-wielding seven men were also anxious. What the hell was going on? Seven men bare-handed were knocked to the ground by him. If the seven saber-wielding men couldn't cut him down, then he'd stop messing around in the future!

They looked at each other and stopped chasing him. Instead, they slowly narrowed the encirclement and approached him.

The veteran only had two table legs in his hands that were completely different from before. He was very clear that if he was surrounded, he would be done for. If he could block the front, could he block the back!?

He looked at the two men in front of him and swung the table leg at them. The two knives held horizontally, standing still, waiting for him to rush over.

At first glance, both sides saw an opportunity and slashed at his waist.

The veteran suddenly twisted his body. He swung the table leg in his hand and ruthlessly smashed the back of a knife that was stabbing towards him. With too much strength, the saber-wielding brat's wrist shook and he threw the sabre away! The veteran threw down his table leg and punched the guy in the cheek. With a punch, that fellow rolled to the side! The retired soldier bent down to grab the knife that was thrown to the ground. A man with a dagger quietly rushed forward and stabbed him in the waist. The veteran's waist was in great pain. Knowing that he had been stabbed, he swung his dagger and cut a 4-5 cm gash on his waist. Blood immediately gushed out like a fountain. The veteran soldier pressed his hand to his wound. His hand was covered in blood and he couldn't hold it back at all.

The sunglasses man in the car finally saw what he wanted to see and shouted excitedly, "Qui-zi, you did well! I'll reward you later!"

The men holding the sabers saw that the veterans were finally injured and became extremely excited. They swung their sabers and hacked towards his face.

The veteran took the knife and tried his best to block it. However, he had been wounded on his waist and was bleeding profusely. He was holding the saber in one hand, dodging the attack with the other. Both his body and arms had been stabbed consecutively. After fighting for a while, his entire body was covered in blood, and he was still tightly grasping the blade. He was waving it with all his might, but his strength was severely lacking.

The saber-wielding person slowly retreated, no longer attacking him.

The veteran swung his knife and fell to the ground.

The man with the knife returned to the car and reported to his sunglasses, "Big brother, this brat has at least thirty cuts on him. The blood on him can still kill him. Look at the floor, it's all his fucking blood. There's no hope of survival!"

The sunglasses patted his shoulder. "Good job, brothers. Let's go!"

Zhao Chuanqi walked back while holding four bottles of beer in one hand and a handful of mutton skewers in the other. He saw that there were a lot of people surrounding the entrance of the Rice Thread Shop. He thought that something bad had happened, so he squeezed through the crowd of people to take a look. The veteran was covered in blood, and was lying on the ground, twitching lightly. Get an ambulance! " He threw the beer and skewers on the floor and roared.

At the sound of an ambulance, the crowd backed away.

Zhao Chuanqi was furious, these people were just afraid of trouble, one day, when you are going to die, no one will save you!

He took out his cell phone and was about to call 120, but an ambulance was rushing over at lightning speed. He was stunned for a moment, thinking that someone had just called.

The one fighting 120 was the boss of the Rice Thread Shop. While he was watching from behind the door, seven or eight soldiers were being slashed around him with sabers, causing blood to flow out of their bodies like water. Even if they didn't get cut to death, they would at least lose too much blood! He secretly reported to 120.

The doctor and nurse came down to take a look and touched their necks. "There's no saving us!"

Zhao Chuanqi picked up the blade on the ground and placed it on the doctor's neck. "Save me, if you can't, I'll kill you!"

The doctor was scared out of his wits, "Save, we will save you!"

Zhao Chuanqi carried him to the ambulance together with the nurse.

The ambulance rushed to the hospital like the wind.

On the way, doctors asked the hospital to prepare plasma, and a large quantity of it was needed for the wounded.

The doctor also contacted several hospitals in the city, and was ready to support them with plasma at any time!

The nurse stopped the bleeding. There were too many wounds on his body, so he stopped the bleeding. Actually, there wasn't much blood left in his body!

Less than five minutes had passed since they arrived at the hospital, but Zhao Chuanqi felt that these five minutes were extremely long, almost equivalent to five years.

Arriving at the hospital, they were greeted by doctors and nurses. The veterans were rushed to the emergency room. The doctors were on standby. They were waiting for the wounded!

The veteran soldier was carried onto the operating table, and a steady stream of blood was sent into the operating room. The nurse, who was about to receive a blood transfusion, was dumbfounded. The work in her hands stopped.

The doctor was furious. "Why did you stop?"

The nurse said awkwardly, "Director, the blood vessels are flat and can't be pricked with needles?"

The doctor was also stunned. The wounded still had signs of life, he had to save them!

He gritted his teeth as he thought of an impossible solution!