The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

On the milky white wooden bench in the outpatient hall.

Dalvi was lying on it with one leg curled up, his right hand on his forehead, and he glanced outside the door from time to time.

I don't know if it was because the water tank was dry or because the engine had stopped, but the front of the car was no longer emitting white smoke and it was parked quietly at the door.

After cooing on the bench and changing into a comfortable position, Dalvi didn't care about the looks of the people around him and was very thoughtful.

Fufu's washed hands were under his eyes, turning around and looking around. Even though there were no blood stains, he could still feel the blood with Li Feng's body temperature.

Putting his hands together, Dalvi closed his eyes.

"Vishnu bless you, please don't let anything happen to you."

The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than churches, at home and abroad, for that matter.

After opening his eyes, the cleaning lady was mopping the blood stains on the floor. Dalvi's emotions were extremely complicated.

Now he is free, no one is watching him, and no one cares about him. He can run away at will, but there is no such thought at all.

He didn't know whether he was influenced by Li Feng's courses or conquered by the charm of this mysterious country. At this time, what he was most concerned about was Li Feng's safety.

"Boom, boom, boom~!"

"Hel~p!"

"Boom, boom, boom~!"

Volga, who was originally motionless, began to shake slightly, vaguely accompanied by dull knocking sounds and feeble calls for help.

Perhaps because he ignored it, the car body that was shaking slightly just now was undulating much louder at the back, and the knocking sound became more unscrupulous.

Some pedestrians passing by would look curiously at the "convertible" car that had already crossed the curb and reached the steps. The unexplained cries for help from inside would make some people avoid it a little. distance.

"Shut up!"

Dalvi, who had been lying on the bench doing nothing just now, ignored the cold outside, pushed open the heavy wooden door, and slammed his fist on the hood.

"You despicable, shameless, bitch, do you know what you did? Oh, my God, a crow fell from the sky. It had obviously raised the white flag, but it never Under the damn wings, I took out your a**!"

"You~, you are a coward, a guy without courage, who only dares to shoot others in the back!"

It was hard for Dalvi to believe that he, who prided himself on being a gentleman, could have so many damn words floating in his mind that did not fit his identity at all, and yet he could say them out so naturally.

When he was enjoying himself so much, he even picked up his big leather shoe and kicked it hard on the trunk.

This noise was much louder than the one in the trunk. As a result, in the hospital and on the street outside, a bunch of citizens watched the foreigners spit on the car and kicked them. Then rap.

Although I don't understand his language, the arts are similar. Judging from the amount of saliva spewed, it can be seen that this foreigner is indeed very annoyed now.

The movement outside the car made the people in the car quiet down instantly. It was as if what happened just now had never happened.

People outside can't understand. How come he, the person inside, can't understand what Dalvi is saying? Although it sounds a bit awkward, just like the Chinese people hear the Northeastern Nagada accent, even in a dark environment, he can't understand what Dalvi is saying. His expression was very ugly.

"Look, I don't dare to speak anymore. You are a rat in the sewer. You killed my best friend. Even the water of the Ganges River cannot wash away your sins. You should have a daughter in this life!"

This was already the most vicious curse that Dalvi could think of. Maybe he was a little tired from the scolding, so he brushed his messy hair, leaned weakly on the trunk, and slowly slid down.

"who are you?"

"I'm your **!" Faced with the question from the man in the trunk, Dalvi cursed without any politeness.

"Damn, your mouth is dirtier than the toilet under my ass!"

The vulture in the trunk couldn't stand it anymore. He really wanted to stuff his smelly socks into the mouths of people outside.

"What is dirty is your heart. You have already raised your hands, why are you still shooting? You despicable and shameless guy, I swear, I will break your hands!"

Dalvi, who was sitting on the ground, turned his head and roared loudly towards the car.

"He loaded the gun first, you know what that means!" The vulture raised his head and roared towards the outside of the car.

"NO, he won't shoot. I swear, he is a good man. You murdered an upright man. You are a coward, a coward who shot behind his back. Look if you are still alive now!"

Following Dalvi's words, the vulture was speechless, all the strength in his body was exhausted, and his head hung down again.

Two people from a foreign country, one was lying in the trunk with his hands cuffed behind his back, and the other was curled up sitting next to the wheel. Because of a young man, their fates were entangled.

"Woo~ woo~!"

Jeeps and motorcycles with flashing red lights gradually appeared from the end of the road, and finally stopped one after another at the entrance of the hospital.

Because there was no word about police printed on the car, Dalvi didn't know who was coming down. He stubbornly raised his bearded head and watched these people gathering around.

"Get your dirty hands off!"

Seeing these people pointing at his car and even trying to open the door, Dalvi got up from the ground and crossed his hands back and forth, as if refusing.

The person was captured by Li Feng. Even if he died, Dalvi would not hand over the pilot casually. At least, it must be a colleague with Li Feng and a random stranger. He did not agree. As an experienced person, As a friend of life and death, he has the obligation to take good care of Li Feng's seized items or people.

"Hey, do you hear me? You can't touch this car. You'd better stay away from it before my companion wakes up!"

Seeing that these people were still trying to get into the car to search, Dalvi opened his arms and blocked the car firmly like a hen guarding its calves.

These comrades from the Shanghai Public Security Bureau had no idea what this talkative ghost guy was talking about, but his attitude was obviously not to cooperate with their work.

"He told you not to touch that car!"

The doctor who was still lingering at the door of the clinic, acting as a temporary translator, opened his eyes and watched the farce curiously.

"Help me~, these people want to kill me!" The vulture in the trunk thought that the savior had come, and couldn't wait to shout out.

"Shut up, you bastard~!" Unsurprisingly, this was what Dalvi scolded.

Hearing that there was someone else in the car, who was also a ghost guy, and a comrade from the police, they both put their right hands on their waists and began to communicate with each other with their eyes.

As the atmosphere reached a deadlock, the police officers who arrived after receiving the call suddenly found themselves in a bit of trouble.

Before deciding whether to control this spitting guy, Dalvi's savior came.

A red flag car stopped behind the sidecar motorcycle, followed by a small jeep with a security zone license plate.

The road, which had been busy with traffic before, was sealed within a few moments.

"Comrade, we've taken over this place!" (End of Chapter)