With Song Zhixu and He Qinglin protecting him, victory is in sight.

Unfortunately, Zhao Zhao's external power seemed to be weakening. When he was protecting Song Zhixu, he reacted a little too slowly and was hit in the leg by a bullet in an instant.

Zhao Zhao, who had no strength left, fell to his knees after being shot.

"Zhao Zhao!" Song Zhixu immediately rushed to his side and supported his body, while He Qinglin seemed to be blood-thirsty. With excellent accuracy, he shot a man in the chest with his gun.

As a result, some were injured and some were unconscious at the scene, and the only two people still standing were He Qinglin and He Xingran.

He Xingran was probably crippled by Zhao Zhao, with blood coming out of the corner of his mouth. At this moment, he also had a gun in his hand, and the direction he was pointing at was... Zhao Zhao.

He grinned evilly, revealing his bloody teeth. "He Qinglin, do you know what it feels like to lose the person you care about most?"

He Qinglin turned his head stiffly, and when he saw the direction he was pointing, his hand holding the gun couldn't help but tremble, "Put down the gun, maybe we can have a good talk."

This man was like a mad dog, wanting to kill him the moment he saw him. Until now, the two of them had never sat down and had a good talk. He didn't know why He Xingran was so stubborn and wanted him dead, but there must be some reason.

He lowered his voice again and again, never using such a gentle voice in his life, "Put down the gun, please...Put down the gun, I can promise you anything."

"Heh... now there's nothing left, and you said you'd promise me?"

"My mother is dead! What's the point of promising me now?"

He Qinglin didn't know what had happened between him, his mother and the He family, but it was obvious that He Xingran seemed to have gone crazy.

"Then why are you pointing the gun at me? Why are you killing innocent people? Kill me!"

"Aim at me!"

It was the first time that He Xingran saw someone who was so eager to die. He smiled, but his smile was a little miserable.

"I'll help you."

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two gunshots were heard. After He Xingran aimed at him and pulled the trigger, He Qinglin's face was filled with despair, and he immediately pressed down subconsciously.

He missed the vital part, so He Xingran only hit his shoulder blade.

So after He Qinglin fell down, the only person still standing at the scene was Song Zhixu.

Zhao Zhao's strength was about to run out. With the help of Song Zhixu, he took out the heart disease medicine with trembling hands, swallowed it, and slowly fainted.

"Hurry, hurry, ambulance, ambulance..."

"Ahhhhhhhh, my ancestors!"

"Someone come and help!"

In a daze, I seemed to hear the sounds of the school rescue team, ambulance and police cars.

Then came the sound of someone carefully lifting his body into the ambulance. Zhao Zhao had an injury on his leg and it was extremely painful when he was moved. He was sweating coldly and his face was pale. At the same time, his stimulated heart began to attack again.

When Zhao Zhao lamented that the school came so "fast", he couldn't help but worry for his life.

"Be gentle."

After giving the last words of advice, Zhao Zhao immediately fell into a deep coma.

When he woke up again, as expected, Zhao Zhao was still dizzy and stared blankly at the ceiling of the hospital, not knowing what year it was.

“Zhao Zhao… Zhao Zhao…”

Just like the first time I woke up in this world, a large group of medical staff rushed in.

Zhao Zhao blinked and felt that the scene was very familiar. However, there was another face in the crowd that he had not seen for a long time. He seemed to have aged a lot and looked very tired.

It’s father.

He must not be dreaming.