Chapter 263 Grab the bullet with one hand

"Wait a minute!" Seeing that Yan Luowang was ready to shoot on the weekend, he suddenly raised his hand and made a pause.

"What, are you afraid?" Seeing the weekend stop, a trace of fierceness flashed in Yan Luowang's eyes. He thought that he would kill the weekend even if he regretted it on the weekend, so while talking, he suddenly pulled the trigger.

"Grass!" Suddenly, I felt the bullet shooting at me and cursed on the weekend.

His heart beat to his throat, and his cold sweat moistened his vest in an instant as if he didn't want money.

At the moment of being shot out of the chamber, the dying feeling once again swept every cell of his body. His eyes stared at the black pistol in Yan Luowang's hand. After determining that the target of Yanluo's attack was his shoulder, his shoulder suddenly shrank.

Bang!

The bullet instantly hit the sofa, only half a millimeter away from the shoulder of the weekend. The clothes on the shoulder were torn by the impact of the bullet, revealing the bronze skin of his shoulder, as if it had been burned, and the hot pain.

"Haha! I missed again..." He endured the pain in his shoulder, and grinned heartlessly on the weekend. "Haha... Yan Dong... I can practice for a few more years with your shooting... Haha... Ha..."

"Look for death!"

Before the laughter on the weekend stopped, a trace of murderous intent suddenly flashed in Yan Luowang's eyes. I have to say that both robbers missed, which was undoubtedly a shame for him.

The reason why he wants to make an appointment for the weekend is to kill the weekend. Therefore, after swearing, he pulled the trigger again.

Bang!

The bullet came out of the chamber and made a dull sound.

The laughter on the weekend stopped abruptly, and he, who was sitting on the sofa, rushed to the back of the sofa.

His speed is very fast, but how can he be faster than the bullet?

The bullet that should have hit his eyebrows because he suddenly dodged, and the bullet suddenly hit his shoulder, which was the place where the clothes were torn by a previous bullet.

"Ah!"

With a scream, the weekend was like a flexible leopard. In the blink of an eye, he hid behind the sofa and took the sofa as a shield. He squatted behind the sofa and kept gasping.

A glance at the eyebrows and shoulders, a large bloody area!

The shoulder is an important part of the upper body connected to the arm. There are important shoulder joints here. Once the shoulder is injured, even the flexibility of the whole arm is affected.

Thanks to the crisis on the weekend, he suddenly pushed the dark force to his shoulder at a critical moment, which slightly blocked the power of the bullet into the body. Therefore, the bones on the weekend were not injured, but only the skin.

However, even so, the heartbreaking pain still made the weekend cry out: "Ah!"

Yan Luowang couldn't see the weekend hiding behind the sofa, because the weekend was so hidden that no flaws were revealed, but the more so, the more angry Yan Luowang became.

How could it not hit his eyebrows? I clearly aimed at his eyebrows!

Yan Luowang even began to doubt whether there was something wrong with his shooting. After all, there have been too many bad luck on him recently.

"There is a third shot on the weekend, get out of here!" As soon as King Yan Luo said this, he suddenly glanced at the two bodyguards with machine guns at the door. The meaning could not be understood. If he didn't come out on the weekend, he would shoot with a machine gun.

On the weekend, it seemed that he could feel King Yan Luo's mind. Before King Yan Luo decided to shoot with a machine gun, he suddenly stood up from behind the sofa.

I put my left hand on the gunshot wound on my right shoulder. When I stood up on the weekend, my face was not only pale and bloodless, but even my body trembled slightly.

King Yan Luo raised his hand and raised his gun again, and his eyes pointed straight to the weekend ten steps away: "Come towards me, hurry up!"

"My brother-in-law, I hope you won't regret what you did today!" Weekend sneered and seemed to lift his feet plainly, but the sofa in front of him was kicked off by him, which made the bodyguards under King Yan Luo look at each other.

Then, he raised his feet on the weekend and walked step by step towards King Yan Luo.

He walked very slowly, like a toddler, and like an old man, walking gently towards King Yan Luo step by step.

Soon, he was already within eight steps away from King Yan Luo.

Bullets attack farther targets and closer targets, which are not the same!

Within eight steps, both power and accuracy have increased by countless times.

It is very clear on the weekend that if you are close to King Yan Luo, even if you are a fairy, you can't escape the end of being shot.

He stared at the eye of the gun in Yan Luowang's hand, as if there was a Hongtao beast hidden in the gun's eye. On weekends, he was so nervous that he could even hear his heart beating wildly.

This feeling is like the peak confrontation between the two peerless masters in the martial arts world, but if one side reveals a slight flaw, the end is death!

Bean-sized sweat slipped from his forehead little by little, some fell directly to the ground, some slid across his face, and some gathered on his eyebrows.

A drop of pea-sized sweat slid along the weekend's eyebrows and slid towards the weekend's eyes little by little.

Seeing this cold sweat, Yan Luowang seized the best time to shoot. He was waiting for the sweat to fall into the eyes of the weekend.

There is a big clock hanging on the wall of the office, because the field is too quiet, and the sound of the second hand turning is clearly audible.

Drip!

When the second hand rang three times, the cold sweat suddenly fell into the weekend's eyes, and the eyes hurt when it was bitten by the salt of sweat, and the weekend subconsciously narrowed.

Good opportunity!

At the same time, King Yan Luo pulled the trigger, and a bullet suddenly shot at the eyebrows of the weekend at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Bang!

"Good luck!" On the weekend, he suddenly shouted, and the arm that had been hanging because of a gunshot wound in his shoulder suddenly threw out like a whip. His five fingers changed from palm to claws. Not only did he not hide, but suddenly slapped his eyebrows as the center.

click!

The five fingers suddenly came together, and because of too much force, the knuckles made a crisp sound.

Then, the whole person who was standing still on the weekend retreated, and his feet were inseparable from the ground, rubbing the ground of the white floor to make a rustling sound.

After three steps back in a row, he had a two-legged meal on the weekend and stopped abruptly.

The five fingers blocking his eyebrows have been pinched into fists, and blood flowing out of his fingertips, falling on the ground drop by drop, bright red and bright red, shocking!

Ping Pong!

The fist loosened, and a blood-drenched bullet fell to the ground.

For a while, the whole audience was as quiet as death, as if dozens of people in the field were air.

Drip!

The turn of the second hand made a clear sound again. From Yan Luowang's shooting to throwing away the bullets in his palm on the weekend, only a second passed!

Drip!

Di Da......

Time passed second by second. For a long time, for a long time, King Yan Luo stared at the bloody right palm of the weekend and exclaimed, "How dare you catch the bullet?"

"Yes, I've got through three shots!" The weekend smiled faintly. Of course, when he laughed, the corners of his mouth were always shaking. Obviously, he was very painful. Suddenly, he was so clean that a trace of recklessness suddenly flashed in his almost pure eyes. "Since I took three shots from you, why do I have to give you a big gift?"

As soon as this came out, the right shoulder that was shot on the weekend suddenly sank, like an old turtle at the bottom of the sea. The next second, the sinking shoulder suddenly stood up, and the bullet deep into his skin was brazenly forced out of his body with dark force.

The flying bullet hit the shoulder of Yan Luowang's arm with the gun and went deep into the flesh and bones.

"Ah!" King Yan Luo screamed, and his whole body was hit by a bullet and flew out.

"Boss!" Seeing this, the bodyguards exclaimed and pointed their pistols and machine guns at the weekend.

"Hmm!" On the weekend, his eyes were fast, and almost a second before these bodyguards reacted, he rushed directly to the upside down King Yan Luo.

He came first and instantly grabbed King Yan Luo's throat. As for the black pistol that King Yan Luo had just used, it was on King Yan Luo's forehead.

"I hope your boss's head is blown up and you can shoot!"

As soon as this came out, everyone was stunned.

The speed of the weekend is too fast, which has almost subverted the thinking of normal people. For a while, all bodyguards looked at the weekend like ghosts and gods. They raised the guns in their hands and looked at each other in contemptration.

"Throw all the guns on the ground!" A loud shout on the weekend.

The weekend's words were like a god's judgment. No one would disobey his orders. Even the bodyguards with machine guns in their hands obediently threw the weapons on the ground, and then squatted in the corner with their heads in their arms, with no temper at all.

"Yan Dong, the so-called willing to gamble, is it time for you to fulfill your promise?" On the weekend, he saw all the bodyguards holding their heads and squatting down. Obviously, he was very satisfied. When he looked at King Yan Luo, he looked kind.

"You...cough..." A panic flashed in Yan Luowang's eyes. He said innocently in a coughing voice, "You pinched my neck...cough... How can I speak..."

"I'm sorry, hey." After listening to King Yan Luo's words on the weekend, he finally took back the hand that held King Yan Luo's throat, but the other hand stared at King Yan Luo's temple with a gun was motionless and as strong as a rock. "Can you say it now? Tell me what's wrong with green vegetables!"

Although Yan Luowang was reluctant, he still said, "My sister was diagnosed with leukemia when she graduated from the third year of high school."

Hearing this, the black pistol in his hand fell to the ground, and the head of the gun hit Yan Luowang's foot. The pain made the latter open his mouth wide and did not dare to take a breath.

"White...leukemia..." The weekend's brain suddenly short-circuited. Everyone knows leukemia, how can he not know it? He looked unwilling, "How can it be leukemia... Why is it leukemia..."

Looking at the weekend's somewhat confused look, a trace of imperceptible softness flashed in Yan Luowang's eyes. He paused and said, "Weekend, do you know? Because of your relationship, my sister has been unwilling to accept chemotherapy at ease. This time she escaped from the United States in order to see you again..."

At this weekend, my mind was full of Yan Qingcai's pale cheeks and blood marks on his body. Pale face and anemia. Red marks on the body, the manifestation of bleeding.

I wanted to tell myself that King Yan Luo was lying to him on the weekend, but when I thought of the inexplicable red marks on Yan Qingcai and her pale face...

After a long silence, he asked Yan Luowang on the weekend, "Can you be cured if you go to the United States?"

"She has delayed the best treatment time." Yan Luowang shook his head with a wry smile and said in a very unwilling tone, "The doctor can't guarantee 100% cure."

"What is the probability of success?" I felt a pain in my heart over the weekend and asked again.

Yan Luowang raised his hand and stretched out three fingers: "If the operation is carried out within three days, 30% of the success will be successful. If she is not sent to the hospital after three days, only one will be sure of success."

"I'm going to persuade her to go for treatment now." After saying this over the weekend, he turned around and left the office.

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