chsdbacks Chapter 631: Liquor without Pulse
Chapter 631: Liquor without Pulse
Chapter 631: Liquor without Pulse
Owen dragged the white wine forcefully, his eyes firm and his expressionless face staring at Vermouth in front of him.
Baijiu bit his lower lip and used all his strength to hug Owen's thighs tightly, blocking his steps forward.
Unexpectedly, Owen is not a fool, and he is not a vegetarian.
"You're still thinking of resisting, aren't you?" Owen grabbed Baijiu by the collar and lifted him up high: "You're such a jerk!"
"Bang!" Owen picked up a chair from the side and smashed it hard on the back of Baijiu's head.
The stinging sensation of "buzz" could not suppress the electromagnetic sound in the brain.
Baijiu was in so much pain that he spat out large mouthfuls of blood. There was a long cut on the left side of his handsome face.
Owen took out a few tissues and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He leaned over, half-bent his knees, supported his hands on the ground, and reached out to grab the pistol on the wall.
After the confused Baijiu looked at Vermouth.
He rekindled his will, because at this time Owen had his back to Baijiu, this was the best chance! And the last chance!
At the moment when Owen was about to load his gun, Baijiu flew behind Owen and pushed him hard on the back.
"Bang!" The sound of broken glass scattered all over the ground.
The residue was embedded in Owen and Baijiu's faces. The two men wrestled on the ground, with blood covering Baijiu's eyes.
He hugged Owen tightly, and went to the side where there was a cabinet. He exerted force suddenly, and Baijiu hit Owen with his forehead again and again.
His body was in a fighting state, and he hooked his hand to hit Irving's lower teeth. With a "whoosh", the two side teeth on Irving's lower lip flew into the air.
Baijiu had no intention of stopping. He clenched his temples with both hands to reduce the pain caused by the explosive device.
He raised his elbow high, rotated his body left and right, and chopped Owen's cheek hard. The sound of his neck joints turning became crisper and crisper.
Baijiu took a deep breath, took a half step back, then clenched his fists tightly and grasped his palms.
His center of gravity fell backwards, and veins popped up on his brows.
"Wow!" A clear and dry sound breaking through the air.
The fist smashed into Owen's face. Suddenly, his facial features twitched uncontrollably from side to side, and a large amount of blood flowed out of his nose.
Baijiu did not stop, but grasped his shoulders with both hands, quickened his pace and used more strength, and rushed towards the door.
The two men wrestled again in the alley.
"Ding!!!"
Baijiu looked up and saw a truck coming forward.
Baijiu reacted quickly and immediately got on Owen. He used all his strength to lift Owen up, then put his hands on his chest.
With his jaw retracted, there was a loud "bang!"
Owen instantly turned into a pool of blood, his body was torn into pieces, and his blood-stained leather shoes were scattered on the street.
Baijiu didn't have time to think about anything else. He looked around and after confirming that there was no surveillance, he covered the back of his head and staggered back into the house.
The huge crash attracted onlookers from the surrounding residents.
If we stay a little longer, the identity of the liquor might be revealed, and then we will be in big trouble.
"White wine!" Belmode said with tears in her eyes: "I'm sorry."
"Are you ok?"
Baijiu endured the great pain and untied the shackles of all sizes on Belmode one by one: "It's okay, don't worry about me."
"You are seriously injured..." Vermouth's eyes were full of distress, and she wiped Baijiu's wound with her clothes.
"Ah!!" Baijiu fell straight to the ground and his body curled up.
"White wine!" Vermouth stroked his face.
"I'm fine..." Baijiu supported himself on the table and staggered to his feet: "Help me find it..."
"A defibrillator, right?" Vermouth placed the liquor on the sofa beside him and continued his topic.
"There definitely isn't anything here." Vermouth's brain was working rapidly. She removed the wires on the wall and looked at him firmly.
"Do you want to turn the switch on and off now?" Baijiu looked at her weakly, his lips losing color.
"Yes." Vermouth pursed her lips.
"Don't forget to close the ......."
"I will definitely rescue you, don't close your eyes and sleep." Vermouth looked at Baijiu sincerely: "Promise me."
"I'll come back!" Baijiu looked at her with the same determination.
Vermouth picked up an iron spoon and put it into Baijiu's mouth: "If it hurts, use this to relieve it temporarily."
"Wait! Wait!" Baijiu took a deep breath: "Before that...I still have something to say to you."
Vermouth stopped her arm as she was about to press the lever and looked at him affectionately, their eyes intertwined.
"I love you."
"I love you too!"
"Click!" Vermouth pulled the button upwards.
"Hmph!" The iron spoon was bitten into two pieces by the white wine.
He fell vertically to the ground, his limbs stretched out, his eyes staring blankly ahead, blood slowly flowing out of the corners of his mouth.
It lost its color and vitality, and its expression became dull, in a sense.
At this time, Baijiu was already a corpse.
"Peng! Peng! Peng!"
As luck would have it, gunshots were heard outside and they broke in.
Vermouth calmed down instantly, holding the gun in her hand, hiding behind the wall pillar, ready to fight.
She noticed a flash of light flashing rapidly out of the corner of her eye, and Vermouth slowly leaned down against the wall pillar.
Through the reflection of the safe on one side, I noticed the enemy's hiding place. He was wearing a baseball cap and hiding behind the medicine.
Vermouth looked at Baijiu, who had fallen to the ground with a hollow and dead look in his eyes.
He instantly leaned out from the wall pillar, holding a gun, and pressed the trigger cleanly. "Bang! Bang!" Two gunshots rang out.
Two bullets hit the enemy's temple.
"Stare!" Suddenly, faint footsteps were heard from behind.
Vermouth turned around instantly and faced behind her. The person who came was none other than Pete, who was knocked unconscious by Baijiu.
"Pitt wine!" Vermouth pulled the trigger without hesitation: "Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Peter's eyes were filled with tears, his lips slightly opened, he wanted to speak but no sound came out, "Bang!" He fell heavily to the ground.
Blood flowed out of five cuts on the abdomen like a fountain.
The box in his hand also fell to the ground, and the rabbit's foot rolled to the floor.
Vermouth held her hair back and immediately half-knelt on top of Baijiu, pressing her hands on Baijiu's chest and performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation on him.
"No! Liquor!" Vermouth pried open his lips, performed artificial respiration on him, and muttered to herself.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine."
"Ten! Eleven! Twelve! Thirteen! Fourteen! Fifteen!"
She pried open Baijiu's lips again, took a deep breath, and performed artificial respiration again.
"Don't..." Vermouth choked with tears in her eyes.
"Don't die!"
Vermouth's tears fell on Baijiu's chest, whose heart had stopped beating, and she tried to perform first aid again and again.