Super Special Forces King

Chapter 227

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The two bodyguards protecting Kunsha rushed out from the main entrance with their pistols.

"Made."

Zhang Feng cursed, then got up and quickly ran towards Wang Xiaojuan who was still lying on the ground in a coma.

She ran to Wang Xiaojuan's side and probed her breath, and she was already as if nothing. Her face was as pale as paper because of excessive blood loss, but the wounds on her body were still bleeding out with blood.

With furrowed brows, Zhang Feng knew that Wang Xiaojuan's current situation was very bad. The wounds on her body were not fatal, but too much blood loss was fatal.

Before he could think about it, he took the pistol she was holding in her hand, took off her coat and covered her chest to block the exposed spring scenery.

He lifted her up from the ground and rushed towards the door quickly.

The chaotic crowd had already rushed out of the gate, but it did not cause any hindrance to Zhang Feng.

I rushed out of the door, and when I came to the street, I heard a rapid siren sound from a distance.

Looking around, I saw a man just next to him preparing to get into the car, ran over, kicked him out.

The man got up from the ground and saw Wang Xiaojuan, who was covered in blood, and Zhang Feng, who was holding a pistol in her hand, and immediately swallowed the words he was about to curse.

Putting Wang Xiaojuan on the co-pilot, Zhang Feng got into the car and started quickly, and the car jumped out like a sharp sword.

The man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted, hurriedly took out his mobile phone and called the police.

Zhang Feng had no time to consider so many things at this moment. He only knew that if Wang Xiaojuan was not rescued, he would really die.

The vehicle rushed onto the main road and drove four or five kilometers, and the anxious color on Zhang Feng's face became thicker.

In such a rush and unprepared action, he did not know the surrounding terrain at all, so that he could only flee hurriedly towards a headless fly.

Of course, you can't go to the big hospital. Wang Xiaojuan has not only a knife wound but also a gunshot wound. I'm afraid that when he goes to the hospital, the police will arrive.

Most of the small private clinics are located in remote areas, and for a while, they don’t know where to find them.

Seeing a woman on the side of the road carrying a shopping bag in her hand and putting it in the trunk, Zhang Feng's foot suddenly stepped on the brake.

The car wiped a long brake mark on the ground and creaked beside the woman.

The woman was obviously startled, and Zhang Feng jumped out of the car, walked in front of her with the pistol in his hand, and said coldly in English: "If you listen to me, I won't hurt you. Get in the car now! "

The woman nodded like garlic and walked slowly towards the cab.

Zhang Feng turned around and put Wang Xiaojuan down on the co-pilot, opened the back door of the woman's car, and put her down on the back seat, then he opened the door of the co-pilot and sat in.

Putting the muzzle on the woman's waist, she said in a cold voice, "Send me to the clinic far away, understand? Not a big hospital!"

"Yes, yes!" The woman was nervous and began to stammer, her face dripping with cold sweat because of fear.

Started the car hurriedly and drove out of the main road towards the side road.

Zhang Feng looked back at Wang Xiaojuan, who was lying in the back seat. Her face was getting more and more ugly, and now there was almost no blood.

"Made, what a silly woman!" cursed secretly in his heart.

Now that the action fails, Kunsha must be more alert, and if he wants to find a chance to catch him, he doesn't know that he will have to wait until the year of the monkey.

And it's not just a simple failure of the action, now Wang Xiaojuan's situation is not optimistic.

The Japanese side must carry out a large-scale search for herself and her. For the first time in such a place where he is not familiar with his life, Zhang Feng feels what it feels like to be difficult.

After driving for about 20 minutes, the woman drove the car into a community, and then stopped at a private clinic door after another five minutes.

"Here...here, this is the clinic." The woman said nervously and cowardly.

Zhang Feng nodded and said, "I'm sorry, I am offended."

Picking up the pistol in his hand, the **** hit the woman's neck fiercely.

The woman suddenly fainted with a crooked neck.

Zhang Feng got out of the car, moved the unconscious woman to the co-pilot, and shifted to the driving position, and drove the car out for about three kilometers and parked in a remote place.

Get out of the car, pick up the dying Wang Xiaojuan in the back seat, and rush to the private clinic.

The Japanese police must be able to track down the car. Although the method of hiding the car is a bit clumsy, it can delay a minute as a minute.

Running to the door of the clinic, Zhang Feng rang the doorbell.

"¥%............" There was a burst of wow in Japanese, and Zhang Feng couldn't understand what the other party said, so he could only ring the doorbell again.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, the doctor in the clinic was awakened by the doorbell, and walked over and opened the door sleepily. The next second, his sleepiness completely disappeared.

A swarthy pistol was placed on his forehead, and Zhang Feng said coldly: "Can you understand English?"

The ugly doctor's apple swallowed and nodded.

Zhang Feng went on to say: "To save her, I will not only do nothing to you, but also pay you a generous consultation fee. If not, you will pay her life!"

"Hey hey hey!" The cold sweat had already flowed down from the doctor's face, and he said: "Put her on the hospital bed and I will check her body."

Zhang Feng also nodded. This doctor is still calm, so things are much easier to handle.

Putting Wang Xiaojuan on the hospital bed, the blood flowing from her body immediately dyed the light blue bed sheet under her body into purple.

Pulling a chair over, Zhang Feng leaned down against the wall and pointed at the doctor who was examining her.

The doctor took off the clothes covering Wang Xiaojuan's body, and the tragic injury immediately made him take a breath.

The crimson blood had completely dyed the chest red, the wound turned out, and the internal tissue fluid had mixed with the blood.

The wound is in the middle of the chest. If the wound is deeper, I am afraid it will break the whole person.

His sight shifted, and there was a stab wound on his shoulder. The wound was not big, but very deep.

When he saw the gunshot wound on the lower abdomen, the doctor's face changed greatly. He originally thought that Zhang Feng was a gang member. After all, in the country where the gang was legal in the country of Japan, armed fighting often occurred. However, not many caused gunshot wounds.

He hesitated a little, his hand hanging in the air didn't know what to do for a while.

Zhang Feng noticed his expression, stretched out his hand to take the pillow on another hospital bed, covered the muzzle, and pulled the trigger with his finger.