Nie Zhao's eyes turned exceptionally cold in an instant, chilling him to the bone, and his tone was also unpleasant. However, his voice finally rose, as if he had used all his strength, and he said, "My reproductive system is very good, extremely good!"
Just as Chen Rou was about to slip out of bed, she heard Nie Zhao utter a sentence in English. It wasn't his native language, so she slowed down a step, needing to process it and think about what word he was saying. When she realized that he was saying the same thing as her, she couldn't help but think to herself: "The future richest man is indeed worthy of growing up in Europe. He always uses a few foreign words when he speaks."
The blanket was covered in blood, with a hole in the center, below which was Nie Zhao's private parts. After getting out of bed, Chen Rou bent down and reached out to lift the blanket, trying to determine if Nie Zhao's lower body had been stabbed by her knife.
But before she could even reach halfway, Nie Zhao suddenly shouted gruffly, "Stop!" Then he added, "Oxygen tank!"
Chen Rou was still stunned for a moment.
But he immediately turned around, raised his knife, and with his feet firmly planted on the ground, he spun around three times, scraping against the blood-soaked floor, before swinging the knife out. A scream was heard, followed by a splattering sound, and a jet of blood as thick as a water tap shot up to the ceiling and then poured down like rain, soaking Nie Zhao's head.
The future richest man is lying down, and blood splatters on his face, rolling into his eye sockets and making it impossible for him to open his eyes.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.
His wife, whose soul had long since been replaced, also knew she was a bit too fierce. She was always ruthless towards her enemies, but she would show warmth like spring to her comrades, trying her best to smile gently. She put away her blood-dripping long knife and said, "Mr. Nie, next time, no matter what you say, remember to speak Cantonese, but it's best to speak Mandarin."
Nie Zhao's eyes held a scrutinizing gaze, along with a hint of ruthlessness. Seeing the blood all over the room caused by his wife's killing, he wasn't afraid. He slowly raised his hand to wipe the blood from his eyes and said "good" in a deep voice.
He speaks English all the time, a habit that most ABCs have, which is a very bad habit for Chen Rou.
oxygen tank, he just said oxygen tank.
If he speaks Chinese, Chen Rou can react immediately, but if he insists on speaking English, her reaction will be a few seconds slower.
This is the intensive care unit. Inside, there is a large oxygen tank that must be placed upright and cannot be bumped, as it could explode if bumped. It is displayed in the corner and surrounded by a special railing. Next to it is a small door, and on the other side of the small door is the only safety exit in the entire intensive care unit. A corridor connects to the director's office, and through the director's office, one can go directly to the rooftop, where critically ill patients can leave by helicopter.
Just now, when Nie Zhao reminded Chen Rou, A Ming, who only had one leg left, was kicking the oxygen tank with his remaining leg, trying to knock it over, break down the door, and escape from the intensive care unit.
Chen Rou turned around and drew her sword, using the Xuefeng sword she had used to cut down Japanese soldiers during the War of Resistance against Japan, and chopped off his only remaining leg with one stroke.
Poor Amin originally thought that since Azeng was dead and he was still alive, things weren't too bad.
But now his limbs were scattered all over the room, and he couldn't move any part of his body except for his eyes and mouth. He had become the legendary human pig. Looking at Ah Zeng lying on his back, he suddenly felt that Ah Zeng was a bit luckier than himself.
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Back to Song Yuanchao, at first he used his hands to push against the door. The intensive care unit had an alloy fireproof door, which was heavy. When there were few people pushing the door, he could hold it up. But gradually, more and more people outside pushed the door, and when his hands couldn't hold it up anymore, he used his back to push against it.
But now his back couldn't hold on any longer, and he cried out, "Girl, let's switch guns, I can't hold on any longer, we have to release the people."
Chen Rou brandished the knife and said, "This isn't the Philippines. It's not good to kill too many people. I'll use this knife; it's better than a gun."
In the heat of battle, at the critical moment of life and death, Song Yuanchao still couldn't resist boasting: "That's the only cavalry company saber in the history of our Eighth Route Army to be recorded in history, it's not just bragging... one, two..."
He counted "one, two, three," which meant he was preparing to slowly open the door.
Chen Rou was right beside him, flashing her knife, ready to start the slaughter.
There were at least ten bodyguards outside the door. In such a chaotic situation, Chen Rou could only assume that they were all enemies. She would cut them down one by one as they came in. She wouldn't kill them, but she had to take them down one by one to render them incapable of fighting.
This is called cutting the Gordian knot. In case of accidental injury, the Nie family has plenty of money, so Nie Zhao can be responsible for compensation afterwards.
However, this method is somewhat cruel and inhumane. If it weren't for the fact that Nie Zhao would be a recipient of the Grand Bauhinia Medal, Chen Rou wouldn't have used it. After all, indiscriminately killing innocent people is not the style of the Chinese army.
But she was new to Hong Kong and knew no one. She had to be ruthless to survive. This was the only path she could choose.
In this dilemma, Nie Zhao is a variable.
Or rather, this future richest man, who stood at the pinnacle of wealth through his own efforts, truly possessed extraordinary abilities, not in force, but in strategy and magnanimity.
Chen Rou and Song Yuanchao have finished their preparations, and the last three are about to begin the massacre.
But suddenly, Nie Zhao's voice rang out from behind: "Wait!"
The two turned around at the same time, and Song Yuanchao asked in Mandarin, "Damn it, is this your last burst of lucidity before death, brother?"
Chen Rou was astonished: "Mr. Nie, you sat up by yourself?"
Nie Zhao had a white veil stained with blood wrapped around his head and wore a plaid hospital gown. His face was still covered in blood, which made his malnourished lips look even paler and thinner. But somehow, he managed to sit up on his own.
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