After Xing Baohua fell to the ground, he felt as if his chest had been hit by a pile driver, and now even breathing feels like being pricked by needles.
But look at Kiwa again, half of her shoulder is gone, she lies on the ground motionless, staining everything around her red.
The guards behind him quickly dragged Xing Baohua back into the corridor. They first checked his injuries; fortunately, he was wearing a double-layered bulletproof vest, so only one layer was penetrated.
I reckon his ribs and other bones will break too.
Xing Baohua was in so much pain that she was covered in sweat and had no strength left to even think about it.
There were a few loud noises outside, the kind of dull thuds that sound like something hitting a concrete floor.
One of Xing Baohua's guards shouted outside, "03, 05!"
It's alright.
"Still alive"
Hearing the voices of the two people outside, the people inside finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Seven o'clock position, 2.8 meters high. Approximately 300 meters," shouted 05 from outside.
Shotguns were out of the question, but luckily Lao Mou provided a bolt-action mortar with an optical sight.
As the people inside were trying to find a spot to aim, 03 outside shouted, "Grenade!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than an explosion erupted outside, and not only outside, but also along both sides of the corridor.
Then I heard a series of crackling sounds as something was swept away.
Old Mou was drinking a toast with a foreign woman when the first sound rang out. He didn't pay much attention, and the music in the venue was also loud.
But as the grenade exploded, the group on the dance floor screamed and scattered. The man who had been drinking the cross-cup wine with Lao Mou was so frightened that he quickly stood up from Lao Mou's lap.
In a moment of nervousness, the beer spilled directly onto Lao Mou's face.
At this point, Lao Mou was still unaware of the situation and was somewhat dissatisfied with the lack of professionalism of these foreigners. Didn't they know he was also the boss?
The crackling sound caught his attention, and he said, "Why set off fireworks and firecrackers during a holiday?"
Turning my head to look at the source of the sound, I saw sparks flying everywhere. I immediately understood what had happened.
I can't get up even when I think about it; my legs don't feel like my own, and my body feels weak.
He slid off the chair and lay down on the floor. He even slapped himself on the back.
Xing Baohua requested that he be provided with bulletproof vests, but he didn't prepare one for himself. This time, he's really in trouble.
Amidst the dense sounds and the occasional whooshing sound as bullets flew past his scalp, Old Mou tightly closed his eyes, feeling as if his life was about to end.
Xing Baohua is now trapped in a small corridor, which is open to the wind on three sides and has one wall. Fortunately, there are half-meter-high barriers on both sides of the corridor.
Lying on the ground allows you to hide for a while, but the opponent's attacks are too intense, making it impossible to raise your head.
"Second plan, call..." After saying this, Xing Baohua fainted from the pain.
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