Chapter 129 Chapter 127 Company Gun

After staring at the drooping half of his head for a while, Zhuang Xuteng believed that Fatty D was indeed dead. He retracted his upper body, which was leaning outside the building. The pain from the wound on his right abdomen not only made him grin, but also made him unable to control his movements for an instant, and he could only sit down along the wall.

It's not easy to work with hands that are bloody and sticky. Zhuang Xuteng spent a lot of effort to remove the steel plate and unbutton his shirt. He looked at the right side of his abdomen. There was a hole there and there were burn marks near the wound. It seems that D Fat Bodyguard's shadow gun focuses on causing fire damage. It would be best if it could ignite the enemy. For Zhuang Xuteng, his coat and armor were both fireproof, and the shadow gun that focused more on fire damage was equivalent to reducing its power.

"The best of misfortunes."

Zhuang Xuteng took out the coagulation spray gel and sprayed a little on the abdomen to perform preliminary hemostasis and disinfection. Subsequent treatment would definitely go to the hospital. At this time, there was a sound of kicking footsteps. When I looked up, I saw that it was a shooting star.

Her face was full of panic, and she kept looking left and right, as if she was being chased by a group of invisible evil spirits. Is this girl so afraid of the open space? Zhuang Xuteng wanted to reprimand her for disobeying his request and leaving the safe armored vehicle without permission, but he swallowed his words when he saw the coagulation spray and some gauze in her hand.

"I found it from the co-pilot. I think..." Meteor's legs softened, he was carried into Zhuang Xuteng's arms, and he hurriedly got up. "You...are you okay?"

"I almost opened the wound again." Zhuang Xuteng squeezed out a miserable smile and said: "I thought of a picture: the doctor was carrying a stretcher to treat the wounded. When his foot slipped, he not only dropped the stretcher to the ground, but also sat on the wounded. on the face."

"I don't have the face to sit on my butt..." Meteor blushed and felt that something was wrong with what he said, so he quickly changed the subject: "You haven't said how your wound is? I read how to drive in a book. I can probably get you to the hospital - provided you don't panic when you see the road - you have to sit next to me, that way I will feel at ease."

"I just suffered some skin injuries. I can still hold on. Don't worry. Can you give me a hand? Well... mainly because you are pressing on my thigh." Zhuang Xuteng looked at the panicked Meteor, knowing that she was empty. When she developed a phobia, she used the spirit spell to absorb her negative mental state. He felt a little strange: he found that he couldn't absorb much resentment. Hmm, maybe I am too tired and my body is injured, which affects the efficiency of the spell?

"Go back to the car first. Let's go upstairs to collect Fat D's body." Zhuang Xuteng had one of his arms tightly hugged by Meteor. He didn't know whether she was there as a crutch or as a burden. Alas, I have never seen a girl like her before, I don’t understand, I don’t understand. "Meteor, I have never experienced a middleman war. Do you know how to declare Fat D dead and determine the winner of the war?"

"I have only heard of it and have never dealt with it personally, but I know that Lucy must know what to do." Meteor leaned on Zhuang Xuteng and said, "Once the fat intelligence officer dies, there will be no risk of electromagnetic signals. I will contact Lu first." West, let her decide.”

"This is best." Zhuang Xuteng and Meteor entered the white beast, drove to the seventh floor, and parked next to Fat D's body. Meteor used a battlefield radio to access the Peicheng communication network and tried to call Lucy. Zhuang Xuteng got out of the car to see the culprit who had kept him busy for several days.

"How many pounds does such a big man have to weigh..." Zhuang Xuteng felt that at least Fatty D's body could not be exposed here, so he opened the back of the car. He wanted to find a shroud, but he forgot that he asked Meteor to throw away everything behind it to lose weight. Okay, it's so clean, there's not even a piece of canvas left. It seems that the car will inevitably get dirty this time and needs to be washed and scrubbed.

Regarding Fat D, Zhuang Xuteng was most concerned about his weapon. That thing was lying on the ground at his hand, and there was no need to look for it. It was a tubular metal weapon over one meter long, with a handle at one end and a round tube at the other end. It was still slightly hot. Zhuang Xuteng had seen Fatty D using it, so he picked up the gun like him. There is a trigger on the index finger of the right hand, and the left hand is placed on a mechanism that can be pulled.

This posture is the same as using various air guns. The high-pressure gas bottle nail gun has always been hailed as "the most civilian weapon." However, D Fat's gun obviously does not use high-pressure gas cylinders. Its secret should be in the metal "cans" that are slightly thicker than your thumb. This thing is found in firearms and in Fat D's pocket. Zhuang Xuteng picked it up and took a look. The shells of these cylindrical things seemed to be made of brass, and there was an inscription on them: Dingxin x4B-33F6.

"This thing from Dingxin Magic? The new weapon they developed? How did Fatty D get it? Well...how much is it worth?" Zhuang Xuteng fumbled with the gun. He believed that as long as he didn't appear on the opposite side of the long pipe, Then you are safe. After a while, he found a way to open the magazine, took out the bullet, and tried to pull the trigger again. Okay, now this thing is completely safe.

The basic idea of ​​D Fat's gun is not much different from that of an air pump gun. They both use some kind of power to launch warheads. Zhuang Xuteng put away Fatty D's gun and started to search him again. Well, a small locked notebook and a bulging wallet. There were several bank cards in the wallet, as well as six platinum coins.

These platinum coins are equivalent to 30,000 euros. Since there is no identification information on them, "it does not exist." Zhuang Xuteng put the platinum coins and euro banknotes into his pocket. He believed that other people would do the same. He also found a mobile phone and a shadow gun from D's pocket. The double-ring-shaped shadow gun has a golden lace with the words "Remember the retreat" written on it, which looks a bit flashy.

Zhuang Xuteng picked up the shadow gun, was stunned for a moment, and took it to D's fingers for comparison. Haha, only two of his ten fingers can be inserted into the little fingers. What kind of shooting posture is required? It seems that the "retreat" was made by him before he got fat, and it was kept on him purely for the sake of thought.

"Except for the strange gun of Dingxin Magic Creation, he has no other weapons? It's unlikely, right?" Zhuang Xuteng turned D over and searched carefully. He really found two more shadow guns on his lower back and ankle. The rings of the two guns are much thicker, which can fit D's hands, but others can't use them. Even Dao Ge, the big guy, would dislike them for being too loose. Okay, I found another six platinum coins, and now the cash income has reached more than 70,000 euros.

"The middleman is really rich. Could there really be tens of millions in his bank account?" Zhuang Xuteng felt that he still had a long way to go on the road of making money. At the same time, he also thought that if there was not enough power to protect the wealth, the dead could not enjoy it.

"Nake, I contacted Lucy and asked you to take D's body to Wudaokou Hospital. There are people there who can identify D's body and then announce the official news to the middleman." Liuxing smiled at Zhuang Xuteng and said, "I told Lucy that you were injured, and she suggested that you go to the hospital for treatment. Lucy will be there soon, and she will pay for your medical expenses."

"That's great news." Zhuang Xuteng nodded and said, "Liuxing, please ask Dao Ge about my situation again."

"I've asked for you!" Liuxing seemed to be asking for credit He laughed out loud and said, "Ge Gongdao was arrested by PCPD. He is the suspect in the Jinma Building bombing. Don't worry. First of all, he is healthy and not injured. Secondly, Lucy has invested resources to find someone to settle this matter. Ge Gongdao will stay in the detention center for a few days to two or three weeks, and then he will be released."

"He didn't run away? How stupid." Zhuang Xuteng shrugged and suddenly said, "Oh, you are still talking about others. We have to run fast too!"

Indeed, he used the white beast to knock a car down from the sixth floor, which would definitely attract PCPD. However, Jinma Building was well prepared. Once notified, PCPD could arrive immediately, but there was no advance warning at the parking building, so PCPD could not arrive so quickly.

Zhuang Xuteng gritted his teeth and didn't have time to use the winch at the back of the car. He brute-forced D Fatty into the car. He simply wiped off the obvious bloodstains on the rear of the car and drove away quickly.

The white beast is very strong, and the impact of several collisions on it is minimal. With the "graffiti camouflage", it is basically invisible. The only obvious thing is the broken armor grille window and the three bullet holes on the front window. The grille can be pulled up again, and the front glass can be lowered from the inside to become ventilated, which can reduce suspicion.

Zhuang Xuteng drove and operated at the same time, and he finished this task while circling in the parking garage. The ventilated white beast had just left the building for less than two intersections when several PCPD police cars passed by. Its shape is very unique, but no matter the condition of the car or the driver Zhuang Xuteng, they are so calm and innocent, so PCPD did not stop it.

"Slip away!" Zhuang Xuteng said to the back with a smile, and found that Liuxing was pale, sitting in the back with his hands on his head, shaking nervously. He quickly asked about the situation, whether the open window made her uncomfortable.

"You're so funny..." Liu Xing was almost laughing out of anger, and said, "There's a corpse with the upper half of its head missing on the ground. You asked me if it's scary to have no windows?"

"Sorry, it may be due to blood loss. My brain is a little dumb." Zhuang Xuteng said, "Why don't you choose, do you want to sit in the passenger seat? Facing the open space or the dead body, it's up to you."

"I'd better sit next to you. At worst... I can cover my head."

"No, if you want to cover your head, don't come over. It's very tense outside now. I don't want anyone to misunderstand that you've been hijacked."

"Then I'll go to the front and crawl under the seat! That's okay!" Liu Xing unbuckled his seat belt, and crawled from the back to the front with his butt sticking out. Then he squatted and curled up in the narrow space in front of the passenger seat, staring at Zhuang Xuteng with a pitiful expression.

"Alas, you can't live like this for the rest of your life, right? What on earth is agoraphobia?" Zhuang D was so fat, and Zhuang Xuteng could finally relax a little and talk about topics other than fighting. "Meteor, if you wear a set of completely independent closed-loop clothing, such as a full-coverage suit that protects against gas and germs, can you feel safe? Think about it, it's almost like wearing a house on your body, and it's even better than the isolation of most houses."

"I haven't tried it. Don't talk to me now. I'm angry!" Meteor pouted and said, "When we get to the hospital, you take me in personally, and I'll be fine."

"Okay... okay." Zhuang Xuteng nodded, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Wait a moment, we'll be there soon."

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