A person walked out of the shadow of the colored steel shed in front, and the dim street light reflected a long figure, reaching straight to Lin Yue's toes.
The shadow is jumping slightly, it's not the light source flashing, it's the steel pipe in the hand of the masked man in front gently tapping the palm.
The person who came here is not kind...
Is it a hold-up? Or retaliation?
This thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly heard the strange sound of a sharp weapon piercing the air behind him. His eyes glanced down, and he flashed to the right in the direction of the shadow. There was a scream, and the wind blew from his left ear. After scraping, a cold light flashed in front of my eyes, and my neck felt chilly, and the hairs stood up.
It's a knife!
The other party wants his life!
Without enough time to pull out the gun from his waist, he grabbed the attacker's knife-wielding wrist, turned around, raised his leg, and pushed his knee upward.
Snapped!
The person behind him groaned in pain, but did not let go of the hand holding the knife.
Just as Lin Yue was about to repeat the action just now, there was a sound of wind coming from ahead.
He didn't dare to hesitate, and thrust his entire body into the arms of the person holding the knife, allowing him to pass the first person's blow.
Cry!
The steel pipe hit the ground heavily, splashing two pieces of gravel, which looked very heavy.
At this time, a faint smell of alcohol came from behind, and it seemed that the man holding the knife had drunk.
Lin Yue snorted coldly, leaned his back and butt back, and lowered his waist slightly. He grabbed the wrist of the knife-wielding man with both hands, and exerted all his strength from the soles of his feet upwards, exploding on his lower back and two wrists, pulling and pulling the man. The man behind him shouldered it and fell heavily onto the concrete pavement.
cough!
The man spit out a mouthful of gastric juice and twisted his body slightly on the ground, feeling as if the bones in his back were falling apart.
Lin Yue completed a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw. Before he could take a breath, he heard a loud whine and the steel pipe of the blocker fell head-on.
He could only let go of the hand holding the knife wielder's wrist, rolled to the side, dodged the steel pipe and hit the opponent with his body, knocking the enemy to the ground, and took the opportunity to punch the opponent hard in the face.
There were many black spots splashed under the moonlight, and there was a wet and warm feeling on the back of the fist, and the plasma dripped down drop by drop.
Just when he straightened up and prepared to continue the attack, he suddenly saw a figure shaking under the light pole in front of him.
The third person?
This idea just came into my mind, and a strong sense of crisis came over me.
That posture...isn't good, it's a gun.
In the flash of lightning, he didn't have time to think too much, his body fell to the side and rolled several times in succession.
The ground was cold and uneven, and it felt very uncomfortable, but it was nothing compared to my life.
Boom, boom, boom.
Streams of dust rose up, and the bullets made the concrete road crackle. The gangster holding the steel pipe was so frightened that he held his head and curled up his limbs, not daring to move.
Lin Yue rolled to get up when he was close to the trash can. He was about to pull out the pistol on his waist when he heard an abnormal sound on the left side. He quickly ducked to the right, but he was still a step too slow.
My left arm felt cold, followed by a pinprick-like pain.
Faced with life-threatening danger, he didn't have time to check the injuries. He reacted quickly when the knife wielder's second attack came. He endured the pain and knocked out his left arm, hitting the gangster's arm with force. The shining blade was less than an inch in front of his face. The strong wind blew past, picking up his hair and making his skin tingle slightly.
At this time, he held the enemy's knife-holding hand with his right hand and pushed forward. With a pop, the knife sank deeply into the man's left shoulder, followed by a painful roar.
Seeing that the opponent was in pain and retreating, Lin Yue took a step forward with the idea of taking advantage of his illness to kill him. Who would have thought that two gunshots were fired in succession, and the surface of the trash can was filled with sparks and banging sounds.
He quickly retracted, pulled out the pistol on his waist, took a deep breath and fired back sideways.
Bang, bang, bang...
After firing several shots in succession to suppress the opponent's arrogance, Lin Yue looked to the right side of his body and found that the man with the knife and the man with the steel pipe had escaped diagonally across the alley for some distance.
He turned his gun and fired twice, but because it was too dark, he missed the target. Just as he was about to change his position and shoot again, the enemy behind the street lamp in front fired several more shots, forcing him back behind the trash can.
In the end, the two gangsters disappeared into the alley, and the people on the other side of the streetlight followed their companions and evacuated.
Lin Yue paused for a moment behind the trash can before holding the gun and reaching out his upper body. After making sure there was no danger, he slowly stood up and spat on the ground. He looked at his sore left arm under the light of the street lamp and found that there was a lot of blood.
It was really dangerous just now. If the soul hadn't passed through Tony, who was very capable of beating in the plot, the two gangsters would have killed him long ago.
Crackling...
Tread...
Suddenly he heard a noise from behind him. He quickly turned around and pointed his gun at the figure in front of the alley: "Who is it?"
"Tony?"
It's Axiang's voice!
Lin Yue breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his tense spirit: "Axiang, why are you here?"
He turned off the safety of the gun and put it back on his waist, and walked towards where Axiang was standing.
"When I went back to the next room, I heard gunfire in the alley. I was worried that something might happen to you, so I came over to take a look."
"How dare you come out even though you know it was a gunshot, and risk your life?"
Axiang didn't answer his words. She saw the blood on Lin Yue's left arm through the light coming from the main street, and her face couldn't help but change: "Are you injured?"
"A little skin injury, nothing to worry about."
"You're bleeding so much and you're saying it's okay. Come with me. There are bandages in the room upstairs." Axiang's mind was focused on the wound. Without thinking much, she took Lin Yue's hand and walked to her room. Go.
After a while, the two of them came upstairs. She first cut the sleeves of her shirt with scissors, wiped the wound around with a tissue, then went to the bathroom to wash away the blood and dirt from him repeatedly, and then took him to the innermost room. Get out the first aid kit.
Iodophor, medical alcohol, erythromycin ointment, absorbent cotton balls, gauze, anti-inflammatory drugs, cold granules...
Household medicines are neatly placed in boxes with white lids and blue backgrounds.
Axiang first disinfected the wound with iodophor, then used tweezers to hold an absorbent cotton ball, dipped it in medical alcohol and applied it to the nearby area. Her movements were very gentle, careful and skillful.
hiss……
"Bear with it."
"Do you often bandage people's wounds? You are so skillful in doing so."
"I went to medical school when I was a teenager, but gave up soon and followed my mother to Bangkok to open a small shop."
"oh."
As Xiang helped him apply erythromycin ointment, she asked seemingly casually: "What happened just now?"
"If I guess correctly, the guy who stole Mr. Yan's gold is hiding among the people who came to the bar today."
Axiang was stunned for a moment, unable to control the strength of her hand well, and Lin Yue gasped in pain.
"Slow down, it hurts."
"Sorry, I was distracted." She put the erythromycin ointment back into the first aid kit and took out the gauze in the corner: "You mean there is a traitor on Mr. Yan's side?"
