At this time, Xie Yu heard the slightly denser pistol counterattacks fired by Officer Merkel and Officer Hunter.
He couldn't help but let out a breath, hoping that these two police officers would attract more attention to Sean.
Xie Yu turned around and continued to treat Tony's injuries. After feeling Tony's pain, her face darkened again.
Xie Yu knew that the situation was more serious than he thought. Xie Yu thought it might be the problem with the bullet. The bullet might be poisonous.
Thinking of this, Xie Yu looked at the simple tool in his hand and shook his head.
Fortunately, Xie Yu found a tool bag on Constable Tony, which contained tweezers and a knife.
The situation was critical, and Xie Yu couldn't care less. Xie Yu first knocked out Constable Tony with a few needles.
Then he cut open the wound on Constable Tony's crotch that was bleeding black.
Because there was no alcohol, Xie Yu had to simply wipe these simple tools with gauze containing medicinal wine.
Then Xie Yu breathed out, and after using the "gourd mark" to test, Xie Yu accurately found the bullet position and was ready.
Xie Yu cut open Constable Tony's wound with a quick knife, then used tweezers to accurately clip out a blackened bullet.
Xie Yu then used gauze to wipe away the black blood around Officer Tony's wound, and finally Xie Yu bandaged it again.
This will cause Tony to lose more blood in a short period of time, but no more black poisonous blood will flow out. With the help of the body's own immune system, Xie Yu believes that the wound will no longer see blood in a few minutes. out.
In this way, as long as Tony does not move intentionally, Tony's life will not be in danger.
After a simple "surgery", Xie Yu only noticed the fierce gunfire in the corridor, especially the gunfire upstairs.
Xie Yu realized that Sean had already rushed forward, and judging from the situation, he should have achieved good results.
Just as Xie Yu was picturing Sean in his mind, shooting drug dealers with two guns, Xie Yu suddenly saw a rope hanging from the window sill at the end of the corridor.
Xie Yu secretly said: "This is Senior Sean, are you coming down?"
With an attitude of helping, Xie Yu stepped forward to help.
The only person who came down was beyond Xie Yu's expectation.
As soon as Xie Yu arrived at the window sill, he saw a black man with dreadlocks carrying an assault rifle and wearing a hip-hop skull bat suit. He suddenly jumped along the rope to the window sill.
Unexpectedly, Xie Yu just walked to the window sill to pick him up.
This black guy didn't expect anyone to catch him, and it was someone wearing a police uniform.
Then, he immediately uttered: "Silly...boy...", Xie Yu couldn't understand it anyway.
Xie Yu, who had already reacted, suddenly changed his gestures, grabbed the black guy by the collar with one hand, and pulled him into the corridor.
He stopped the black man again and tried to take the pistol arm from his back.
With a strong tug, Xie Yu pulled this black man, who was about the same height as himself and more pretentious than himself, over.
Naturally, the black man was unwilling to resist. Xie Yu's current body was naturally not as strong as his original "strong" body.
However, Xie Yu is not careless in close combat, and he is not afraid of letting others take the lead.
Xie Yu used his grappling hand and followed the direction of the black boy's resistance, taking advantage of the situation.
At this time, the black man failed to stand firm, and because of the force, he almost broke his arm.
Xie Yugang pushed this disobedient black man against the wall and wanted to interrogate him.
But at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, Xie Yu saw that the rope that had been hanging down was shaking again.
The situation was urgent and Xie Yu had no time to interrogate.
Thinking of this, Xie Yu took out Sean's m1911 from the gun bag, turned it over, and hit the black guy on the back of the neck with the metal gun handle.
It has to be said that this old-fashioned metal pistol is very heavy-handed and can hit people no worse than a brick.
The black guy rolled his eyes decisively and fainted.
Xie Yu was about to pick up the assault rifle on the back of the black guy, but unfortunately, Xie Yu had already seen a foot exposed on the swinging rope.
As a last resort, Xie Yu could only drop the unconscious hip-hop black guy Xiaohei, turn the muzzle of his gun, and prepare to hit the guy on the rope.
However, you can't underestimate anyone. The guy on the rope may also feel that something is wrong, and before he can get off the rope, he just shoots like a man in the third-floor corridor, without caring about the life of his companion.
Fortunately, the man on the rope knew that his position was not very good, so he did not use the more powerful old-fashioned assault rifle with greater recoil behind him, but instead used a small golden short-bore revolver.
This gun looks like a collectible, and the bullet caliber is relatively small, but at such a close range, hitting a vital part can be fatal.
Fortunately, Xie Yu had the "gourd mark" and was not hit even though it was dangerous. Of course, he would still be disgraced.
When Xie Yu saw clearly the white man with many tattoos and fair complexion on the window sill who was shooting the gun, Xie Yu was angry and took advantage of his imbalance on the rope to shoot directly.
Because I was not used to it, the m1911 felt a lot of recoil on the first shot. Although the distance was relatively close, there was no gain.
For the second shot, Xie Yu may have been more lucky. Although the distance was close, Xie Yu was going to hit the man's arm first, but he didn't expect to hit the small golden revolver in the man's hand.
Following the man's scream, the small golden revolver in the hand of the white, tattooed drug dealer was knocked out of his hand, and he quickly slipped from the rope.
The angry Xie Yu was naturally worried and stretched his head out of the window to look down.
I just happened to see the little white drug dealer with tattoos, using the assault rifle behind him as a tool, curling up on the rope and falling, seemingly uninjured.
"What good luck." Xie Yu couldn't help but murmured.
However, thinking of how ruthless this guy was just now, Xie Yu was a little angry. If he hadn't reacted quickly just now, he might have ended his journey to the virtual world early, and then he wouldn't be able to enjoy his life happily. He was so angry.
Thinking of this, Xie Yu also jumped decisively onto the windowsill and climbed onto the rope hanging from the little drug dealer.
Using the m1911 in hand, I turned the rope twice to make a temporary holder.
Then, Xie Yu grabbed the temporary holder and quickly moved it vertically.
The little tattooed white drug dealer below also saw Xie Yu moving down above.
I was immediately shocked. In the past, the white, tattooed drug dealer didn’t think the Sacramento police were so powerful. Today, he only had the guts to confront the police after trying a few more new products.
Unexpectedly, they relied on a dead veteran, a collection of weapons that had never been used, and a few policemen with small pistols.
Now that I'm addicted, the sudden courage is gone. Why don't I run? I don't want to go to jail or die!
(Thanks to the book friend "Luoshui Ruyan" for the 4 recommendation votes.)
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