Dragon King Hall

Chapter 1267 Two Women
Henry Zhang was in the closet, watching helplessly as the woman assembled the heavy sniper in her hand, then set up the gun, pointed it at the window, and held her breath. This is what a sniper must do before shooting to stabilize his mentality.

The woman stared at the outside of the house intently, completely oblivious to the fact that there was a person hiding in the closet behind her.

An extended version of the Mercedes-Benz S600 appeared in the woman's field of vision. The woman's finger gradually moved to the trigger, and she held her breath. Just as the woman was about to shoot, an abrupt voice sounded from behind the woman.

"I advise you not to shoot."

"Who!"

The woman yelled, and turned around almost instantly, and the sniper rifle in her hand was aimed at the direction of the sound.

Henry Zhang pushed the wardrobe door open, glanced at the sniper rifle in the woman's hand, and said to himself: "NTW20, [-]mm caliber, anti-material sniper rifle, has great lethality, but the recoil is equally terrifying, and the trajectory is particularly obvious. Did you shoot at this time to tell others that you are here? If I guessed correctly, there should be another wounded downstairs, right?"

"Who are you!" The woman kept pointing her gun at Henry Zhang.

Only then did Henry Zhang notice the appearance of the woman. In terms of appearance alone, the appearance of a woman can definitely be regarded as outstanding, but there is always a hostility mixed between the eyebrows of a woman, which makes people feel very uncomfortable .

Henry Zhang smiled bitterly, and pointed to the gauze wrapped all over his body, "I am a person who wants to survive. When you were holding a gun, your right shoulder seemed a little stiff. You should not be a novice just playing with a gun. This stiff movement It means that your right shoulder is injured, if you bear the recoil of NTW20 again, I am afraid that your arm will be temporarily disabled, just like me."

There was a roar, and the woman glanced back subconsciously, and saw that the Mercedes-Benz S600 had disappeared from her field of vision.

"Damn it!" The woman yelled, pointing a gun at Henry Zhang's head, "Turn your back."

Henry Zhang turned around cooperatively, and indicated that there was no weapon hidden behind him.

“Is this house yours?” Henry Zhang asked in a relaxed tone.

"Stop talking nonsense, now, get out of the door and go downstairs!" The woman slowly came behind Henry Zhang with a gun in her hand. The hole of the gun was placed on the back of Henry Zhang's head. As long as the woman pulled the trigger lightly with her finger, Henry Zhang's head would be shot instantly explode.

Henry Zhang walked downstairs slowly, and he saw that in the living room on the first floor, there was also a woman lying on the sofa with a face full of pain. She also had a hot summer face, a standard oval face, beautiful facial features, and skin Very white, dyed blond hair, and very beautiful, Henry Zhang observed the woman's hands, the fingers of the other party were slender, soft, and well maintained, not like hands playing with guns.

A circle of gauze was wrapped around the waist of the blond woman. This gauze was obviously just changed, but in this short period of time, it was already stained red with blood.

The blond woman's face lacked any color, which was caused by excessive blood loss.

Henry Zhang could clearly feel that the muzzle of the gun next to the back of his head was shaking slightly, which showed that the person holding the gun was also very nervous now.

Henry Zhang turned his back to the short-haired woman, and tentatively said: "Gunshot wound?"

"Ah."

"Look at the degree of bleeding. It's [-] mm. It was caused by a rifle, but it should be a scratch, not a direct hit. Otherwise, at this angle of impact, the body may be directly split in half. The bullet did not stay in the body. Just need to Just stop the bleeding.” Henry Zhang walked forward while talking.

"Stop!" The short-haired woman shouted, "What do you want!"

Henry Zhang ignored the short-haired woman’s words, but walked to the medicine box and rummaged in the medicine box, “Of course I was looking for something that could stop the bleeding, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to live until the sun set with these two gauzes alone. "

While talking, Henry Zhang took out a box of anti-inflammatory medicine from the medical box and crushed it.

The short-haired woman looked at Henry Zhang’s movements and wanted to stop them. After thinking about it, she didn’t care, but the gun was still aimed at Henry Zhang. As long as Henry Zhang made any out-of-the-ordinary actions, the short-haired woman would never hesitate.

After Henry Zhang crushed a few tablets of anti-inflammatory drugs, he came to the sofa again. He pulled out a long strip of gauze, then squeezed it into a ball, and stuffed it into the blonde woman’s mouth.

The short-haired woman strode up and put the barrel of the gun against Henry Zhang’s head again, “What are you doing!”

Henry Zhang rolled his eyes to the short-haired woman, "She can no longer bear the pain in her body, you don't want to see her bite her tongue and kill herself."

Henry Zhang said, untied the blood-soaked gauze wrapped around the blonde woman’s waist, and then picked up a brand new gauze to deal with the blood on the blonde woman’s waist. When the blood was wiped away, a hideous wound appeared in Henry Zhang’s eyes.

When a bullet hits a person, the first feeling is not pain. The lethality caused by the bullet is determined by the interaction between the bullet's penetrating force and the stopping force. At the first moment of being hit by the bullet, it is It feels like being hit hard by something, then you will feel numbness and heat coming from the place where you were hit, and finally the pain that penetrates.

A large-caliber sniper rifle hit the target, and even half of the person's body would be blown away.

Fortunately, the bullet that hit the blond woman was only the smallest caliber pistol bullet, and it only missed the edge, but even so, it still took away a large piece of flesh and blood from the blond woman's waist.

Henry Zhang poured the ground anti-inflammatory medicine on the waist of the blond woman, and the moment the anti-inflammatory medicine was poured, the whole body of the blond woman began to twitch/twitch.

"Okay, okay, it's okay." Henry Zhang held the blond woman's arms, trying to comfort him as much as possible.

The forehead of the blond woman was covered with sweat. This kind of pain was simply not something ordinary people could bear.

The short-haired woman didn't say anything this time, but looked at her companion with concern.

“Go, bring some water over here, take less.” Henry Zhang glanced at the short-haired woman, and said.

"Oh, good." The short-haired woman froze for a moment, and hurried to the bathroom to fetch water.

After the short-haired woman came over with a basin of clear water, Henry Zhang had already tied the blonde woman’s limbs to the four corners of the sofa, while Henry Zhang was holding a needle to sew up the wound for the blonde woman.

"The conditions are limited, so I can only do this first. I will treat the wound, and you wipe off the blood. There is too much blood and I can't see it clearly." Henry Zhang said.

“Well.” The short-haired woman nodded, put down the gun in her hand, and came to cooperate with Henry Zhang.

A suture process, in terms of Henry Zhang’s medical skills, can be completed in 10 minutes, but the current environment, coupled with Henry Zhang’s physical condition, and the blond woman who is not anesthetized and writhing crazily due to pain, this process is enough. It lasted an hour and a half.

When the wound was completely sutured, no matter Henry Zhang, the short-haired woman, or the blond woman whose limbs were bound, they were already covered in sweat.

But seeing that the blond woman had stopped the bleeding wound, the short-haired woman heaved a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)