Special Solider in City

Looking at Deng Lin who had collapsed on the ground, Zhao Zilong couldn't hold it in and actually burst out laughing, "Officer, you fished so hard that you didn't even catch your own fish, you almost threw yourself in."

"Zhao Zilong!" Deng Lin was enraged, but the roar was like the moaning of a mosquito, it was not threatening at all.

At the same time she shouted, Lame Zhao had already secretly stood up, her right hand wielding a blade, she stabbed fiercely at Zhao Zilong's waist from the back.

Zhao Zilong's right hand was still grabbing onto his wrist, and the blade in his hand was still less than an inch away from his opponent's waist.

At such a close distance, he could have easily stabbed the knife with just a little bit of effort, but the result caused him to collapse. No matter how hard he tried, the knife wouldn't budge.

That's not right! It wasn't motionless!

He suddenly realized that the blade in his hand was slowly turning. The waist that was aimed at Zhao Zilong earlier had turned into his own chest.

His face turned pale as he saw the knife getting closer and closer to his heart. His left hand anxiously grabbed Zhao Zilong's wrist, trying to change the direction of the blade.

However, no matter how much strength he used in his hands, the knife was still inching closer to his heart. His speed was very slow, so slow that he could clearly see the trajectory of the blade.

However, the more clearly he saw, the more frightened he became.

Not to mention him, even if it were anyone else, they would be scared to the point of crumbling when they saw the knife slowly stab into their hearts.

"Pfft!" The point of the knife tore through his clothes and slowly stabbed into his skin.

Feeling the piercing pain, and then looking at the slowly advancing blade, he was so scared that he didn't even dare to move. He could only cry out, "No, no!"

"No?" The corner of Zhao Zilong's mouth slightly lifted as he coldly laughed and asked: "When you stabbed me earlier, why didn't you say that?"

As he spoke, the strength in his hands decreased slightly. But even so, the knife was still slowly moving forward, but the process was even slower.

However, no matter how slow they were, they were still moving! At this rate, it wouldn't be long before the tip of the blade pierced into Lame Zhao's heart.

It was because of this that Lame Zhao was so scared that she did not dare to move. It was because he was worried that if she moved too much, the speed of the blade would increase.

"Zhao Zilong!" Deng Lin's voice suddenly came out, followed by his weak voice: "Don't kill him, he's Midnight Devils."

"Midnight Devils?" Zhao Zilong bared his teeth: Based on this name, it is not a good thing, then we should kill him even more.

"No, I'm not!" Lame Zhao's tears were streaming down her face as she tried to defend herself: "Fatty Dun, I really am not that evil monster."

"F * ck, who are you calling a fat guy?" Zhao Zilong's face sank, and scolded: "I'm so handsome, how do I look like a fat boy?"

Lame Zhao's face fell, not knowing what to say. She thought to himself, "This is my nickname from when I was young. Does it have anything to do with you right now?"

Didn't you continuously call me Cripple when I was a little kid with a broken leg?

Unfortunately, no matter how angry he was in his heart, he wouldn't dare to voice out the anger in his heart. Was the knife still in his chest? What if they were to provoke Zhao Zilong, what would happen if they were to stab him?

Seeing his eyes rolling around, face full of pleading, Zhao Zilong could not help but twitch his mouth: "So you're afraid of death too?"

Lame Zhao did not dare to reply, but she felt depressed in her heart: Who the hell isn't afraid of death? Your father doesn't believe that you can still act so brazenly with a knife in your chest.

"Zhao Zilong!" Deng Lin's voice transmitted over again: "I've been infected by the snake poison."

"I'm dizzy!" Zhao Zilong acted as if he was reminded, he anxiously let go of his right hand and went to Deng Lin's side.

He had let go and left, but the Lame Zhao was in despair. Standing still, he lowered his head to look at the knife stuck in his chest. He didn't even dare to move. He also wanted to pull out the knife, but he was worried about the pain and the bleeding.

If he didn't pull it out, this thing would make him dizzy! What if he was careless and the knife pierced his heart?

When he thought of that result, his face paled. He didn't even dare to shake his body.

Zhao Zilong seemed to have forgotten about the blade, he ran over to Deng Lin's side and squatted down, his face full of anxiety as he asked: "You were actually poisoned by the snake poison, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Deng Lin opened his mouth, she wanted to scold her, but the scene in front of him was filled with golden stars, she felt cold all over, and she couldn't even open his mouth.

Although she could not swear, she kept cursing in her heart, [I want to say it earlier for myself, this bastard. Isn't he tired all over?]

"Ah, why is your face so pale again? Aiya, it even turned blue? Could it be a poisonous snake? "

Looking at Zhao Zilong who was squatting and chattering away, Deng Lin felt like killing someone again.

This son of a b * tch, if he had the time, why didn't he have the time to carry him to the hospital? Even if you don't want to go to the hospital, you should at least give me a call, right?

No matter what you do, it's still better than squatting in front of me and slurping away, right?

"Officer, what happened to you? Why are you still sweating? I know, the venom must have flared up. What should I do? I don't know how to cure poisons! " Zhao Zilong's face was filled with anxiety, as he muttered and looked around.

If his hand could move, Deng Lin could guarantee that the first thing he would do was to take out the gun and shoot this woman-like man dead.

Was this a man? What was he mumbling about? You don't know how to cure poisons? You can go to the hospital.

"Got it!" Zhao Zilong's eyes suddenly lit up, and as if he had just woken up from a dream, his face filled with happiness. He shouted: "I've read in the novels about a person being bitten by a snake, and the first thing I did was to suck out the snake poison. Where did you get bitten by a snake? I'll let you suck it out? "

he asked, his eyes darting over Dunlin's body as if looking for a snake-bite.

However, Deng Lin noticed that this kid's gaze was always on his chest and thighs. She immediately understood!

This bastard did not have any good intentions! Look at his eyes, is he trying to drug me? It was obvious that he wanted to take advantage of her.

Even someone like him would be a tycoon abroad? He was clearly a pervert.

Eh? Could it be that he is the real Midnight Devils, the perverted murderer of corpses?

Seeing her eyes, then looking at the movement of her right hand, Zhao Zilong was instantly enraged: "I'll go! What kind of expression is that? don't tell me you think I'm some Midnight Devils? "

Deng Lin opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but suddenly she felt her vision go black, her right hand had not even touched the spear, when her head suddenly jerked backwards.

Although she was sitting, because she was talking to Zhao Zilong, her head left the wall. Now, with his head thrown back, if he were to hit the wall, it would definitely leave some aftereffects of the concussion.

"He fainted just like that?" Zhao Zilong's face was filled with bitterness, he reached out his hand and placed it on the wall to prevent Deng Lin from suffering from a concussion.

Seeing that the lady was really fainting, he could not help but click his lips in distress. Turning his head to look, he realized that Lame Zhao was still obediently standing there without moving, and became gloomy: "Fuck, I didn't faint when I should, but fainted when I shouldn't, this thing is a little too hard to deal with!"

Deng Lin fainted. Logically speaking, he should go to the hospital, but if he left, what about this Lame Zhao?

He touched his nose, suddenly had an idea, slowly placed Deng Lin on the wall, in a flash, he arrived in front of Lame Zhao, and with a swoosh, he pulled out the blade.

"AHH!" Lame Zhao screamed in fear.

"Shut up!" Zhao Zilong shouted coldly and stuck two of his fingers into the kid's chest.

His movements were extremely fast, so fast that not only did it dazzle Lame Zhao, the blood that was spurting out from his mouth also stopped at this moment.

Seeing this scene, Lame Zhao was struck dumb. She couldn't help but cry out: "Sunflower Dot Hand?"

"F * ck!" Zhao Zilong curled his lips, and then stuck a finger out.

"Ugh!" Lame Zhao let out a stuffy grunt, then she felt that she couldn't move anymore.

Feeling that he was unable to control his body, he was thoroughly shocked in his heart.

Was this the legendary acupoint? Didn't they say that it wasn't in reality? How did I meet him? More importantly, the person who could tap his acupoints was the person who broke his legs?

"Stay here. Someone will pick you up later." Zhao Zilong threw the blade on the ground, and turned to face Deng Lin.

After taking control of the Lame Zhao, he no longer had to worry about any future troubles from this brat's escape. Thus, he picked up Deng Lin and turned, walking out of the alley.

This place was already very close to the hospital. It only took him less than two minutes to arrive at the clinic.

The doctor in the emergency room saw him come in with a woman in his arms, and immediately a nurse came out to greet him.

But Zhao Zilong rejected the nurse and asked: "Is there anyone in the operation room?"

The nurse did not understand, but still replied, "No one!"

"Shua!" Zhao Zilong's body moved, passing the nurse.

"What are you doing?" Seeing that Zhao Zilong had actually entered the operation room, the nurse became anxious and shouted from behind: "Stop right there."

"Shua!" Zhao Zilong really stopped moving and turned around to say: "Call Dong Tianwei, get him to prepare my serum."

"Director Dong?" The nurse was stunned.