Elaborate male god paranoid love

Chapter 268
Yan Feifei suddenly turned his head and saw the blood-soaked blacks. He took out a gun from nowhere and pointed it at them.

Orlando kept paying attention to his surroundings, so when the black man drew out his gun, he could push Yan Feifei away in time.

Yan Feifei took a few steps back abruptly. Orlando had a good grasp of his strength, allowing Yan Feifei to avoid danger without falling down due to the huge impact and hurting the baby in her stomach.

Yan Feifei stabilized his body, looked at Orlando, and saw that Orlando's body shook.

"Orlando." Yan Feifei shouted heartbreakingly, looking at Orlando's bleeding stomach in disbelief.

"Squat down."

Orlando yelled angrily, and rushed towards the black man quickly, another gunshot sounded, Yan Feifei covered his ears and knelt down in fear.

He dodged the bullet, then rushed to the black man holding the gun, kicked the pistol away from the enemy's hand with his long legs, even though he was shot in the stomach, he still jumped up nimbly and snatched the pistol away.The moment he grabbed the gun, Orlando pulled the trigger and shot the black man in the chest without hesitation.

The third gunshot sounded, and Yan Feifei raised his head sharply, and saw Orlando standing not far away with a gun in his hand, his tall back gave people a sense of security.

Regardless of the danger, Yan Feifei stood up abruptly and rushed towards Orlando.

Almost at the moment when Yan Feifei approached, Orlando's body softened, pressing more than half of his strength on Yan Feifei.

"O... Orlando." Yan Feifei's hands trembled violently, and his eyes were fixed on Orlando's bleeding abdomen.

She covered his wound with her hand, but she couldn't hold back the blood that kept flowing out.

"How to do how to do?"

Yan Feifei's little face was pale and pale, and the hand covering Orlando was also covered with blood. His voice was trembling when he spoke, panicked and flustered.

Orlando's pale face looked down at Yan Feifei's pale face, still comforting her at this moment.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Orlando knelt down on the ground weakly, and Yan Feifei also squatted down.

"You are all like this."

"I can't die." Orlando smiled and comforted, obviously the pain was so painful that he could barely open his eyes.

"Yes, call an ambulance."

Yan Feifei took out his phone with trembling hands, his bloody hand couldn't turn on the screen, wiped his fingers on his body, and continued to press.

"When the car arrives, I'm afraid I'll bleed to death."

"You are not allowed to talk nonsense." Yan Feifei couldn't control the tears anymore.

At this moment, she regretted why she came to Paris, why she had to eat hungry in the middle of the night, and why she took this road.

Orlando took a deep breath, patted Yan Feifei's increasingly trembling hand, and commanded.

"Help me to the intersection and call a car."

"Ah! What are you doing? Fighting?" A sudden joyful voice sounded. "I went to look for you just now but didn't find it, so I came out... Hey, it's so tragic!"

Mu Sijin looked at the black people all over the place, and walked over.

Yan Feifei turned his head and saw that it was Master Hao, and shouted excitedly. "Master Hao, come here, Orlando has been shot."

"Yo, I got shot!" Mu Sijin immediately jumped over, looked at the location of Orlando's wound, and waved with a smile. "It depends on the situation."

Then he picked up Orlando's 1.9-meter tall man like a woman, and walked briskly to the intersection.

Seeing his relaxed appearance, Yan Feifei regained his composure and immediately stood up.

"Hiss." Yan Feifei took a deep breath, clutching his belly in discomfort.

(End of this chapter)