Chapter 339

After Wang An finished firing, he ran toward the main entrance of the dugout.

When Wang An ran up to it, he embarrassingly discovered that he could only watch from outside the courtyard, and still had to lie at the gap in the fence to look inside.

I have to say, the tree trunks of this fence were really packed too tightly together.

Consequently, Wang An shouted: "Officer Zhang, open the gate for me; I can't get in."

Only hearing Zhang Shuya say: "You go and pick up my overcoat for me first; I'm about to freeze to death."

Wang An was stunned upon hearing this; he didn't expect this woman to be so cold-resistant; it turned out she was just pretending!

However, Wang An still replied: "Alright."

Then Wang An trotted around the fence to pick up the overcoat that belonged to him.

When Wang An ran back holding the overcoat, Zhang Shuya had already built the bridge over the cellar and opened the gate.

Seeing Wang An, Zhang Shuya couldn't wait to step forward and snatch the overcoat, quickly putting it on.

She was still muttering: "Oh my god, it's damn cold; it's going to damn freeze me to death."

Wang An, standing to the side, felt his eyebrows twitch and the corners of his mouth twitch uncontrollably.

Although Zhang Shuya had always appeared relatively tough, I have to say, Zhang Shuya was indeed very beautiful.

The key was that Zhang Shuya had a baby face and looked very cute.

Suddenly pulling such a stunt, for someone unfamiliar with her to see, the sense of contrast in their heart was truly not ordinarily large.

And all along, Zhang Shuya had never cursed like this, and what she said were such tough "bold words."

Seeing Wang An's face with distorted features and an expression of disbelief, Zhang Shuya, after putting on the overcoat, laughed out loud with a "pfft."

Then Zhang Shuya said very proudly: "Didn't expect it, right? Actually, sister here is a man, a serious, pure man."

Wang An, upon hearing this, instantly widened his eyes, his face full of horror, and then subconsciously looked toward Zhang Shuya's crotch.

Actually, Wang An was stunned, because when Wang An was in his past life, he had seen many people who were "hard to distinguish between male and female with the naked eye."

The key problem was that these people's looks and figures looked damn quite perfect, and they acted even more charming than women.

Of course, everyone has their own hobbies and ways of living; Wang An didn't have the slightest bit of criticism or prejudice.

After all, there are hundreds of people, all kinds of them; what others are like is their own business; just manage yourself well.

It's just that, if Zhang Shuya were a pure man, then Wang An would definitely use a strategy.

And it would be the first of the 36 strategies, which is—run!

Run as fast as you can, run as far as you can, run for your life, run for all you're worth!

Seeing Wang An's face full of horror and the direction of Wang An's gaze, Zhang Shuya didn't show the slightest bit of shyness; instead, she laughed even louder.

When Zhang Shuya had laughed enough and Wang An couldn't hold back and was about to run, Zhang Shuya finally said with a smile: "Little brother, you're really fun."

Wang An suddenly realized that Zhang Shuya was a female officer; how could she be a pure man?

Wang An instantly felt relieved.

Looking at Zhang Shuya, who was still laughing, Wang An pointed at the person lying at the dugout entrance and said: "What should we do with that person?"

Zhang Shuya, upon hearing this, instantly put away her smile and returned to a face full of seriousness.

I have to say, although Wang An's face-changing was faster than a dog's, Zhang Shuya's face-changing was even faster than Wang An's.

It was seen that Zhang Shuya frowned and said: "We have to think of a way to transport him out for treatment; he can't die yet."

Wang An asked somewhat uncertainly: "Mainly just to stop his bleeding, right?"

Zhang Shuya nodded and said: "Stopping the bleeding is one aspect; the main thing is not to let his wounds get infected and die."

Wang An immediately said nonchalantly: "Then there's no need to transport him out; I can handle it."

Before Zhang Shuya could speak, Wang An had already walked toward that person.

It was seen that after Wang An walked up to this person, he untied the hemp rope from his waist and cut off four sections with his hunting knife. Then Wang An said to this person: "Big brother, you are definitely the toughest tough guy I have ever seen; by the way, big brother, what is your surname?"

The reason Wang An said this was because from the time this person was shot until now, let alone screaming, they hadn't even "hummed" once.

One must know that when a bullet hits a person's body, if the distance is far, the bullet will remain in the person's body, but at such a close distance, it's basically one shot, two holes.

And this kind of pain is several times, even dozens of times, stronger than the pain of a knife stabbing into the body.

Normally speaking, fainting from the pain would be perfectly normal.

The person who was originally staring at the sky, upon hearing this, didn't show any attitude of anger or impatience, smiled slightly, and said: "They all call me Brother Nine."

Wang An nodded, knowing this was just a nickname; among people in the underworld, very few people knew their real names.

Wang An, while fiddling with the rope, said:

"Well, Brother Nine, bear with it; I have to stop your bleeding."

Brother Nine looked at Wang An, didn't answer Wang An's words, but suddenly said:

"Little brother, give me a quick end, and I'll let you make a fortune, how about that?"

Wang An, upon hearing this, instantly had his eyes light up; for making a fortune off such people, Wang An didn't have the slightest psychological burden.

Actually, as long as it was money that came easily, Wang An didn't have any psychological burden; anyway, this money would sooner or later benefit someone; benefiting others is not as good as benefiting oneself.

Some people might say this is dirty money, but for Wang An, how can there be a distinction between clean and dirty money?

Could it be that it's dirty money in Wang An's hands, but clean money in someone else's hands?

It's just that the corner of Wang An's eye saw Zhang Shuya listening intently.

Consequently, Wang An said righteously: "Brother Nine, you're joking; how would I dare to kill someone?"

Brother Nine clearly noticed the light in Wang An's eyes, but smiled slightly and didn't continue speaking.

Wang An tightened the hemp rope above the bullet holes on Brother Nine's four limbs.

Then he took out the herbal powder ground from the herbs given by Fang Xiue from his pocket and sprinkled some on each bullet hole.

After finishing these, Wang An said to Zhang Shuya: "Officer Zhang, I'm done here; where did you throw my large Type 54?"

Only hearing Zhang Shuya say: "It's in the dugout; go find it yourself; I don't know where it fell either."

Wang An looked at the rolling thick smoke in the dugout and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

It's damn hard to even go in; where the hell am I supposed to find the Type 54?

Wang An looked at Zhang Shuya, who was indifferent and didn't have the slightest intention of going in to find the gun.

He said very helplessly: "Do you know what 'easy to borrow and easy to return, no difficulty in borrowing again' means?"

Zhang Shuya glanced at the thick smoke in the dugout and said:

"Didn't I say I'd give you a new pistol? That pistol of yours can't be used anymore; just leave it inside."

Wang An looked at the thick smoke in the dugout again, suppressing the urge to run in and find the gun several times.

The main thing was that Wang An didn't know where the pistol was, and he didn't know how long it would take to find it after going in.

If he didn't find the gun and ended up throwing himself inside, how damn pathetic would that be?

Didn't you see Brother Nine, who had such powerful martial arts, only lasted a little over 2 minutes inside?

Many people might be quite powerful at holding their breath underwater.

But in thick smoke, if you inhale a few mouthfuls of thick smoke without preparation, then no one should talk about being awesome at holding their breath; one counts as one, everyone will become a dog.

Wang An thought for a moment, then ran to the chimney of the dugout and pried out that large snow egg.

Instantly, a burst of thick smoke shot out from the chimney.

If Wang An hadn't run fast, this thick smoke would have shot exactly onto Wang An's large face.

Next chapter a bit later, extremely sorry, thank you for your support and love!

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