The best ambiguous master

"Give me a good time, Zhao Xiaohan!"

Touching the blood at the corner of his mouth, the sniper spoke without too much panic or fear. When he chose to be a sniper, he knew that sooner or later, he would die in the hands of others , I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet?

"You know what I want to ask." Zhao Xiaohan smiled, slashed down with the long sword, and slowly moved it to his neck: "Tell me, who ordered you?"

"You know, I won't say it." The sniper also laughed, then shook his head and said, "I'm not afraid of death, but I won't betray my employer!"

"Really?" Zhao Xiaohan smiled again, turned around, glanced at the hidden killers around, smiled and said: "Take him back, no matter what method you use tonight, ask who is behind the scenes, yes Don't kill him, save his life and let Ah Niu do it himself!"

When the voice fell, Zhao Xiaohan turned around and left. At the moment when his voice fell, several hidden killers shot at the same time. In just a moment, the sniper had no power to fight back. Of course, more people looked at Zhao Xiaohan. Xiaohan's Xiao Suo's back was silently in a daze, if Zhao Xiaohan hadn't stepped forward and used his body to lure out the sniper just now, how could they have found the sniper's hiding place?

In the distance, sirens kept ringing, apparently someone had called the police.

Wu Bin had already led the sniper away through the back door. Behind him, 007 and 009 followed silently, not daring to go forward. They knew that as long as Zhao Xiaohan could move a step, they would never want them to help him. His character is also his pride!

"Xiaohan, what's wrong with you?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ear. The moment he heard this voice, Zhao Xiaohan raised his head, his smile was a bit forced, his lips were already a little chapped, where was the time when he was standing in front of the sniper and waving his sword? The elegant demeanor and high spirits?

The person who came was Han Linger. Seeing Zhao Xiaohan covered in blood, she was taken aback, and immediately rushed forward without hesitation, her eyes full of panic.

"I'm fine, why haven't you left yet?"

Zhao Xiaohan spoke softly, his voice was a little dry, after hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, Han Ling'er couldn't move forward, and supported him: "Someone shot just now, I hid, ah, you were shot, right?"

"It seems to be." Zhao Xiaohan smiled bitterly and touched his chest, as if, he felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker.

"Ah? Did you really get shot? I'll take you to the hospital, hold on!" As she spoke, Han Ling'er took Zhao Xiaohan's arm and walked towards the door. Her right hand was still wrapping around his back lightly. , Feeling the touch of Han Linger's right hand, Zhao Xiaohan suddenly heard the voice of the demon in his heart: "Oh, boy, it's not bad, you're still alive, it seems that I don't have to come out this time!"

Regarding the voice of the inner demon, Zhao Xiaohan was not interested in talking nonsense to him at all, and instinctively walked forward along Han Linger's steps, but when he just took a step forward, suddenly, his body trembled , I just felt a gust of hot air go up, opened my mouth, and spit out a big mouthful of blood!

"Xiaohan, don't scare me, hold on, I'll take you to the hospital right away, Xiaohan!"

Beside Han Linger's ears, Han Linger roared vigorously, and tears flowed out uncontrollably. Looking at Han Linger's familiar cheeks, Zhao Xiaohan suddenly remembered the scene when he met her for the first time, and also remembered that the two of them used to be in an Internet cafe. Slowly, her face became more and more clear in his mind, while his eyes became more and more blurred...

Immediately afterwards, his consciousness began to blur, as if his body was slowly losing consciousness, or as if he got into a car, and someone seemed to be talking in his ear, but he didn't know who it was I was talking, and then, slowly, everything became quiet...

In the end, he didn't seem to know anything, but before falling asleep, he seemed to vaguely see Han Linger hugging his body, she seemed to be crying, crying so heartbreakingly, he wanted to stretch out He made a move to wipe her tears, but his eyes went dark and he passed out.

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This time, I slept soundly.

When Zhao Xiaohan woke up, he felt sore all over his body, especially a certain part of his chest, which almost tore him apart, even if he just wanted to move slightly, it would cause a burst of tearing The same pain forced him to lie there quietly.

He woke up, but he didn't open his eyes.

He felt that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyelids.

However, he seemed to smell a pungent disinfectant smell, no need to ask, he knew that he had come to the hospital again.

In an instant, the previous memories flooded into his mind like a flood. He remembered that he passed out after being shot by a sniper in a certain shopping mall. Before that, he seemed to have met Han Linger It seems that Han Linger is still holding him and crying?

"His..."

The moment Zhao Xiaohan tried to open his eyes, he felt the sun was glaring, and then he couldn't help gasping for air. The place where his eyes came into view was pure white, the sheets, quilts, curtains, walls, there was no place. It's not white. Outside the window, the sun is dazzling. When Zhao Xiaohan subconsciously wanted to close his eyes, a woman's exclamation suddenly sounded in his ear: "Are you awake, Xiaohan?"

"Yeah." Zhao Xiaohan hummed, and turned his head. In his eyes, there was a woman in a pink dress with a ponytail. She looked cute and cute, just like the little girl next door. However, it seemed that she His eyes were bloodshot and looked haggard.

This woman is none other than Han Ling'er that Zhao Xiaohan saw before she fell into a coma.

"God bless, you finally woke up, you are worried about me!" Seeing Zhao Xiaohan woke up, a bright smile appeared on Han Linger's face, looking at Han Linger's bright smile, Zhao Xiaohan was a little dazed for a while , Han Linger in front of her eyes seemed to be a little different.

However, he couldn't tell what was the difference.

"How long have I been asleep?" As he spoke, Zhao Xiaohan moved a bit, wanting to sit down, but unexpectedly, the moment he just started, there was a burst of tearing pain from the wound on his chest, making him He didn't dare to move again. Seeing Zhao Xiaohan's frowning expression, Han Linger hurriedly stepped forward, slowly entrusted his body to his body, and while helping him to sit up, said softly: "You are already in a coma Three days and three nights!"