Chapter 24 President: He's Just a Pawn
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Yi Wu Er Bai
"Boom, your head will explode."
He was also desperate for what Su Bei could do.
His bound hands finally reached the pocket pistol hidden in his clothes.
But because the hands are still tied, there is no way to operate.
Seeing that the flashing scalpel was about to poke him in the head, Su Bei turned over and rolled off the operating table.
The surgical tools were knocked to the ground, Su Bei quickly touched a knife and cut the rope in his hand.
Backhand is a shot out.
The man obviously didn't expect Su Bei to hide the gun, and he covered his injured arm and said, "Catch him!"
Su Bei stumbled and fled, only to find that all the doors were closed, and he could only see the turbulent waves hitting the shore outside the window.
He gritted his teeth and shot a few more shots at the chasing people, preventing them from approaching.
Suddenly, someone hurried in and said to the man who was threatening Su Bei: "Boss, Feng Xinglang has brought someone here."
Su Bei heard it too, and he breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the wall and panting.
The gentleness on the man's face was gone, and he looked at Su Bei viciously, "Tell me, is his life or yours more important?"
Su Bei squinted his peach blossom eyes and smiled slightly, "I want to know more whether your lives are important or mine."
The man snorted coldly, "Catch him, at any cost!"
Those people approached Su Bei again, and the man said proudly: "This kind of pistol only has six bullets in a magazine, and you have already used five bullets."
Su Bei's palms were sweating, but he couldn't be afraid. He leaned against the wall with a smile and said, "Just like you don't know that I have a pistol, you also don't know if I have a pistol, right?"
The man didn't stop his subordinates because of Su Bei's words. He said indifferently: "Even if it's not just a gun, when the bullets run out, you will show your flaws."
Obviously, in this psychological game, Su Bei lost.
Su Bei was directly pressed to the ground, and at the same time, the door was violently kicked open.
Feng Xinglang walked in with a vicious look, looking at that person as if he was looking at a dead person.
The man walked up to Su Bei's side, grabbed Su Bei's hair and forced him to look up, "Feng Xinglang, Feng Xinglang, I've been hiding for three years, but I didn't expect to be discovered by you."
"But I want to know, do you want this kid's life, or your own life."
"If you want to save this kid, shoot yourself."
Feng Xinglang glanced at Su Bei with no emotion at all, as if he was looking at an unimportant person, "Your function is to draw you out, since you have already appeared, then he is useless."
The man shook his head slightly, "Tsk tsk tsk, what a ruthless person, kid, you said you want to cooperate with me."
"Have you heard, he's just using you."
After finishing speaking, he punched Su Bei in the abdomen, and Su Bei grunted, his expression distorted due to the pain.
The man's gaze was always on Feng Xinglang, as if he wanted to verify whether Feng Xinglang had feelings for Su Bei.
However, the expression on Feng Xinglang's face did not change at all, as if Su Bei was really just treated as an abandoned child by him.
The man touched the gun he took from Su Bei, "Since it's a pawn, why did you give him such a good thing?"
Feng Xinglang raised his hand, pointed his black muzzle at the man, "I don't need to explain to you."
He was also desperate for what Su Bei could do.
His bound hands finally reached the pocket pistol hidden in his clothes.
But because the hands are still tied, there is no way to operate.
Seeing that the flashing scalpel was about to poke him in the head, Su Bei turned over and rolled off the operating table.
The surgical tools were knocked to the ground, Su Bei quickly touched a knife and cut the rope in his hand.
Backhand is a shot out.
The man obviously didn't expect Su Bei to hide the gun, and he covered his injured arm and said, "Catch him!"
Su Bei stumbled and fled, only to find that all the doors were closed, and he could only see the turbulent waves hitting the shore outside the window.
He gritted his teeth and shot a few more shots at the chasing people, preventing them from approaching.
Suddenly, someone hurried in and said to the man who was threatening Su Bei: "Boss, Feng Xinglang has brought someone here."
Su Bei heard it too, and he breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the wall and panting.
The gentleness on the man's face was gone, and he looked at Su Bei viciously, "Tell me, is his life or yours more important?"
Su Bei squinted his peach blossom eyes and smiled slightly, "I want to know more whether your lives are important or mine."
The man snorted coldly, "Catch him, at any cost!"
Those people approached Su Bei again, and the man said proudly: "This kind of pistol only has six bullets in a magazine, and you have already used five bullets."
Su Bei's palms were sweating, but he couldn't be afraid. He leaned against the wall with a smile and said, "Just like you don't know that I have a pistol, you also don't know if I have a pistol, right?"
The man didn't stop his subordinates because of Su Bei's words. He said indifferently: "Even if it's not just a gun, when the bullets run out, you will show your flaws."
Obviously, in this psychological game, Su Bei lost.
Su Bei was directly pressed to the ground, and at the same time, the door was violently kicked open.
Feng Xinglang walked in with a vicious look, looking at that person as if he was looking at a dead person.
The man walked up to Su Bei's side, grabbed Su Bei's hair and forced him to look up, "Feng Xinglang, Feng Xinglang, I've been hiding for three years, but I didn't expect to be discovered by you."
"But I want to know, do you want this kid's life, or your own life."
"If you want to save this kid, shoot yourself."
Feng Xinglang glanced at Su Bei with no emotion at all, as if he was looking at an unimportant person, "Your function is to draw you out, since you have already appeared, then he is useless."
The man shook his head slightly, "Tsk tsk tsk, what a ruthless person, kid, you said you want to cooperate with me."
"Have you heard, he's just using you."
After finishing speaking, he punched Su Bei in the abdomen, and Su Bei grunted, his expression distorted due to the pain.
The man's gaze was always on Feng Xinglang, as if he wanted to verify whether Feng Xinglang had feelings for Su Bei.
However, the expression on Feng Xinglang's face did not change at all, as if Su Bei was really just treated as an abandoned child by him.
The man touched the gun he took from Su Bei, "Since it's a pawn, why did you give him such a good thing?"
Feng Xinglang raised his hand, pointed his black muzzle at the man, "I don't need to explain to you."
