Super Special Forces King

Chapter 228: Transfer of Miura City

228.

boom.

The pistol whose muzzle was blocked by the pillow made a low muffled noise.

The bullet fell in front of the doctor's foot.

"Ah!" The doctor screamed, jumped up in a panic, stepped back three steps, looked at Zhang Feng with a face of fear.

His legs trembled and he could barely stand, and even more so, he couldn't help trembling because of his nervousness.

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you anymore. If I see your hand back down again, my fingers will move, and the next bullet will be sent into your head! Do you understand what I said?" Zhang Fengyin Ruthless eyes fell on his face and said coldly.

"Hi, hello!" The doctor kept nodding, facing the threat of life, he didn't dare to hesitate anymore.

Quickly ran to the hospital bed and put the oxygen mask on Wang Xiaojuan's mouth. All kinds of vital signs were inserted into her body.

The sweat on his face kept falling, but he did not dare to stay any longer.

After observing for a while, he said tremblingly: "The trauma on her body is not critical, and only needs to be sutured to stop the bleeding. It is just that she has fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss and needs to be transfused immediately."

Zhang Feng frowned, and said in a cold voice, "What's the use of telling me if you need a blood transfusion? You are the doctor. Give her a blood transfusion right away."

"Hi...Hi, but I don't know what blood type she is. This..." the doctor said hesitantly.

Tengdi got up from the chair, walked quickly in front of him, poked the doctor's forehead with the muzzle, and said viciously, "Are you playing with me? I don't know what blood type I use directly. . You are a doctor, and I still need me to teach you about this! I tell you that she is dead and you will be buried. Don’t think I’m joking with you anymore, I don’t have the energy and the mood! Grass!"

The doctor's forehead was poked with red marks from the hard muzzle, slowly swelling up, but he did not dare to have any objections, and could not stop nodding.

Taking out several blood bags from the incubator, Zhang Feng nodded after confirming that they were all type O blood, and he began to transfuse Wang Xiaojuan who was lying on the bed.

He returned to the chair and sat down, staring at the doctor coldly.

After the doctor finished the blood transfusion, he quickly put on the surgical gown, took out the surgical instruments and began to suture her wounds.

When Zhang Feng saw the busy doctor, a trace of guilt rose in his heart. He knew that it was very inhumane for him to force him with a gun like this.

But apart from that, there is no other way to think of. Compared with the guilt in the heart, the lives of the comrades-in-arms are more critical.

Although Wang Xiaojuan was a little stupid and self-sufficient, she could say that she was in the same army with herself.

Under the pressure of the muzzle, the doctor was very fast, taking out the deformed warhead of Wang Xiaojuan's body in just twenty minutes, and sutured all the wounds.

The bags of plasma have been changed several times in a row.

After everything was done, the doctor could no longer insist on sitting on the ground. The operation is not tiring, it's just that he has been under the threat of life and death so that his nerves have been tightly tightened. When he suddenly relaxes, the whole person is generally unable to stand up.

"She... can survive, I'm not sure. Being in a state of excessive blood loss for a long time has caused huge damage to his internal organs." The doctor breathed a sigh of relief and told the truth.

He didn't say this, Zhang Feng was like Mingjing in his heart.

Putting away the pistol, took out the wallet and took out a thick pile of dollars, walked over and stuffed it into his hand, and said: "Whether she is dead or alive has nothing to do with you. If someone asks you , You just said that you were pushed by a gun. I believe the other party will not embarrass you."

After speaking, walk quickly to the counter and pack all the medicines that can be used in it into a plastic bag.

There is no shortage of hospital gowns in the clinic. I brought two of them. One was put on Wang Xiaojuan’s body, and the other was put on her body. She said in a cold voice, “Now find a few pieces of your clothes. Inside the backpack, hurry up."

"Hi." The doctor went into the room to look for clothes. Zhang Feng pushed over when he saw the wheelchair in the corner of the room.

Putting Wang Xiaojuan's body on the wheelchair, looking down at his watch, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Within two minutes, the doctor walked out with a backpack and handed it to Zhang Feng.

Taking the backpack, Zhang Feng pushed Wang Xiaojuan in the wheelchair and quickly walked out of the clinic.

It has been delayed for nearly an hour here, and must be transferred immediately, otherwise the police will soon recruit.

And to be able to stand in the red light district, the forces behind that club must be very large in Tokyo, and naturally they will not let go of themselves and Wang Xiaojuan.

In addition, Kunsha traveled with eight bodyguards, each of which was equipped with a gun, and even dared to shoot unscrupulously. It would be strange to say that there was no power behind him.

Now it directly offends the people of the three forces, and each of the forces is not easy to provoke. If you want to be in Tokyo, you can say that you are looking for yourself. It is not easy to go lurking here.

This is not a drill. If you won’t get shot, you will be eliminated from the game by white smoke.

Pushing a wheelchair and walking quickly in the community, Zhang Feng walked towards a car under the dim street light.

After looking around to make sure there is no one nearby, he took the knife out of his mouth and inserted it into the keyhole, twisted it to break the lock, and pulled the door.

First put Wang Xiaojuan on the back seat, and then open the lock break point of the trunk in the same way and put it in the wheelchair.

Walking in the driving position, drilled wires from the steering wheel underground, and peeled off the insulation with a knife. The two wires kept touching and sparking.

"Huh..." The roar of the engine sounded, and Zhang Feng took a breath and started the car to drive out of the community.

It is expected that the owner of this car will go out to work tomorrow at 7 o'clock and find that the car has been lost to the police. There will be three hours in between. The car is safe and will not be tracked down.

Must make good use of these precious three hours to completely get rid of the tripartite forces.

Bring up the navigation system and drive straight out of Tokyo. Now the turbulent Tokyo must not stay any longer.

On the map, the place Zhang Feng locked is called Miura City, a small border town near the sea, just south of Tokyo, about six or seven hours’ drive.

The distance is just right. Once there is any situation, I can rush to Tokyo, and I won’t be too close to Tokyo easily.

And no matter which country, the border area is the place where the personnel composition is the most chaotic and the most suitable for hiding.

In three hours, Zhang Feng changed cars three times. After driving out of Tokyo, Zhang Feng changed his car twice and headed straight for Miura City.