The injuries on Zhang Fan’s feet are not too serious, and strictly speaking, they cannot be considered real gunshot wounds.

The steel balls did not penetrate into the muscles, but the flesh on the left calf was broken by the steel balls, and it was bloody and bloody. After a closer look, it seemed like a dog bitten two times.

After being sent to Haibei Hospital, I don’t know if it was fate, but I was actually arranged to be in the same ward with Mengyuan.

As soon as he was sent to the ward, Zhang Fan saw Meng Yuan wearing a hospital gown lying on the bed next door.

Zhang Fan was a little surprised. He didn't know how Meng Yuan was injured. In his original thought, even if Meng Yuan did not return to Jinzhou, he was unlikely to be hospitalized in the hospital at this moment.

The moment Meng Yuan saw Zhang Fan, his face became gloomy, he looked at Zhang Fan coldly with a stern face.

"Hi, Brother Meng, what a coincidence?"

Zhang Fan was confused and grinned, greeted Meng Yuan.

"snort!"

Meng Yuan snorted coldly, ignored Zhang Fan at all, and then turned his head to the other side.

Zhang Fan was a little confused, but he didn't think much about it. After all, something unpleasant happened a few days ago!

Soon, the doctor came in and disinfected Zhang Fan's wounds and debrided them.

After being given anesthetic, Zhang Fan fell asleep in a drowsy way until after one o'clock in the morning, when Zhang Fan woke up.

After waking up, the ward was empty. There were only three beds in the room, and there were patients in the three beds. There were no one else in the ward except for three patients.

Zhang Fan took a breath of hiss, sat up with difficulty, turned his head and saw that the patient inside was old and was asleep at the moment. Meng Yuan, who was in the bed next to him, was not asleep yet. He was lying on the bed halfway, playing with his cell phone.

Zhang Fan felt a little bored, so he turned to the side, looked at Meng Yuan, and asked, "Hey, Brother Meng, why are you here?"

This was originally a very simple greeting, but when it fell into Meng Yuan's ears, he could hear the meaning of ridicule.

Meng Yuan smiled coldly and glanced at Zhang Fan sarcastically: "Aren't you lying here too? Let's talk about each other!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan grinned and said, "There is no way, I'm so unlucky. I was bitten by a dog when I went out!"

This bitten by a dog makes Mengyuan's ears particularly harsh!

Meng Yuan's face suddenly became gloomy and he looked at Zhang Fan with an expressionless look: "It's really unfortunate that I was bitten by a dog too! I don't know whose dog it was when I happened a few days ago! TM's dog is not tied with a leash when walking the dog!"

Hearing this, Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at Mengyuan.

Meng Yuan gave Zhang Fan a little strange at this moment, but he couldn't say what was strange about it.

Zhang Fan originally wanted to take this opportunity to talk to Meng Yuan about Yiresha, but looking at the latter's condition, he seemed to be very resistant and resistant, and even had a deep hatred. Therefore, Zhang Fan could only shake his head and look for another opportunity.

On the other side, at the junction of Haibei and Jinzhou, there are low and uneven buildings here, and there are many mountains and many countryside roads.

Strictly speaking, this place cannot be considered a city, at most it is a urban-rural fringe. When you see, most of them are low shanty towns.

It was past one o'clock in the morning, at this time, there were very few people here, and there were not many street lights on the road, and there were only a few scattered lights at the door such as Internet cafes or barbecue restaurants.

Next to the shanty town, downstairs of a three-story hotel.

A taxi was stuck.

This is Zhuzi's taxi, the color is yellow, but the license plate has been changed.

The second floor of the hotel, in a certain room.

The curtains in the room were tightly pulled, with lights on inside. In the double room, four people were squatting or lying in the room, smoking cigarettes one by one, frowning, and not sleeping.

A man with a 27 or 28-year-old face full of acne took a deep breath and rushed to Zhuzi sitting by the window and asked, "Brother Zhuzi, why are you doing it? You have quit smoking on the road, and there are special police patrols. It's like a century-old case. Isn't this too exaggerated?"

"Yes! It's a bit difficult." Another young man with a small flat head looked anxious in his eyes: "It's a pass, it's hard for us to run away!"

"The opposite side is unkind and righteous! What happened in the world is so good, I actually called the police!"

"It's not necessarily the opposite side to call the police." Zhuzi pondered: "It was in the city at that time, and more or less others saw it. Our movements were not small, and it was normal to alarm the official."

Xiaoping said with an ugly face: "What should I do? The four of us big men with foreign accents are so eye-catching."

Zhuzi scratched his head, subconsciously lifted half of the curtain and looked outside, thought for a while, and said calmly: "Don't ask for a taxi tomorrow. Let's look for opportunities again and stay in the passing truck to see if we can get out."

"It's a bit risky."

The young man with acne-faced face said, "If you are stopped by the special police, isn't this a meat bun hitting a dog? Grass! It's really a tm-back!"

"Okay, stop talking, you guys go to bed. I'll watch you tonight. I'll wake you up from five or six in the morning."

Zhuzi whispered, then faced the curtains, lifted up some of the curtains and stared downstairs.

Obviously, Zhuzi still has a certain prestige in this four-person team.

After Zhuzi finished speaking, although the other three were still filled with anxiety in their eyes, they didn't say anything else.

About half an hour later.

"Crunch!" "Crunch!" "Crunch!"

Three vans were stagnant downstairs of the hotel.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the van opened one after another, and about twenty people rushed down the car.

Under the dim street lights, I saw a middle-aged man leading the way. He was about forty years old, with a square face, dark skin and thick lips. He was wearing a down jacket and holding a bright standard hand and gun in his right hand.

The middle-aged man looked back expressionlessly, waved his hand, and whispered: "The headlights are all turned off. Hu Zi, you and Da Cannon will lead ten people, squatting outside the hotel. If you jump off the building, you can hold it down!"

"good!"

A young man with big waist and round arms nodded, "I understand! Brother Min!"

"Swish"

The middle-aged man raised his left wrist and looked at his wrist, then waved his hand: "The rest of them follow!"

After speaking, a dozen people "stopped" followed behind middle-aged people.

The middle-aged man took the lead and rushed to the downstairs of the hotel.

This is a small black hotel, without ID cards and no surveillance. The facilities in the hotel are even worse. There is no security door outside, and the specifications are similar to small bungalows that have not been decorated much in the countryside.

"Crazy"

The middle-aged man rushed into the hotel, and there was no one on duty at the entrance of the hotel. He took about a dozen people, holding a gun in his right hand and heading straight to the second floor.

At the same time.

In the room on the second floor, the pillar that had just come out of the toilet lit a cigarette, stretched out her waist, lifted up the curtains and took a look down.

The next second, Zhuzi's face was instantly shocked.
Chapter completed!