If he missed a single shot, Zong Ren decisively gave up the idea of ​​continuing to shoot.

Judging from Yu Sheng’s performance just now, even if he fired a blank bullet, he might not be able to hurt him.

This person's sensitivity to life crisis is simply outrageous to a certain extent.

But just as he pulled away his gun and turned around...

Another gunshot.

But this time, it wasn't his shot.

Zong Ren suddenly felt a severe pain from his calf and staggered to the ground, but after he rolled around, he stood up again.

Even though he kept feeling severe pain in his legs, he seemed to be unable to detect it and continued to run wildly.

The bullet kept rubbing through his muscles, and blood flowed down his legs.

The rest of his life was still falling behind him, muttering to himself.

"Sure enough, I only trained my combat awareness, but no crisis response."

"Then in the inner city, the survival rate should be less than 50%..."

In the next time, Yu Sheng was not as urgent as before, but just to ensure that Zong Ren was always in his own vision.

Of course, I also made two moves during this period to adjust the direction of Zong Ren's escape.

final...

A engineer shovel blocked Zong Ren.

When Zong Ren raised his head blankly and looked into the distance, Shi Guang had already stood in front of him at some point.

Behind Shi Guang, there was a young man sitting in a wheelchair, who was about the same age as him, looking at him with a smile.

"Zong Ren?"

Yu Mo looked at Zong Ren and spoke with a smile.

Zong Ren had a struggle in his eyes, and a fierce light appeared several times, but he realized that the rest of his life who had been standing behind him and the time when the expression in front was similar to that in Yu Sheng, and finally gave up struggling.

"It's me."

"Are you Yu Mo?"

Zong Ren threw the dagger and gun in his hand to the ground, raised his hands, and walked around honestly, then sat on the ground without any defense.

"Do you have tweezers?"

He looked at Yu Sheng and asked.

"No."

Yu Sheng replied seriously and stood there.

Zongren picked up the dagger on the ground and wiped it carefully with his clothes: "Where is the lighter?"

"have."

Yu Sheng nodded.

Then, there is nothing.

The air was a little silent.

"Can you lend me something?"

Zong Ren took a deep breath. At this time, the flesh and blood were blurred due to the continuous tearing of the wound while running away.

His face was pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his voice was trembling, but he was trying to maintain stability.

"No borrowing."

Yu Sheng shook his head.

The air became silent again.

Zong Ren's hand holding the dagger trembled violently.

He took a deep breath, barely maintaining his mood, carefully wiped the dagger with his clothes again, and inserted it into the wound.

For a moment, the blood flow rate was a little higher.

Zong Ren's muscles were trembling, but his eyes were filled with a bit of ruthlessness and he dug out the bullet.

Zong Ren took a breath of air conditioning, threw away the dagger weakly, leaned against the wall, and rested for about half a minute before picking a clean position on his clothes, tearing it apart, and wrapping it around his legs.

The blood soon dyed the strips of cloth red.

"If you use cloth, the blood will coagulate and the cloth will stick to the meat and cannot be pulled down."

"You need a bandage."

Time kindly reminds you.

Zong Ren tried hard to raise his head and looked at Shi Guang: "Then... can you give me some gauze?"

"cannot."

Time shook his head silently.

Secondary critical strike.

However, in just two minutes, Zong Ren's emotions were twists and turns.

Yu Mo did not interrupt Zong Ren's self-treatment, but instead looked at him excitedly.

"Huh."

"It's so cruel."

"It's worthy of being the one who can survive after the cult collapses."

"I spent a lot of time checking your files."

"I'm not sure if you will actually come to Sin City."

Yu Mo's eyes at Zong Ren were filled with surprise.

"Please give another shot on that leg, thank you."

As the sound fell, Yu Mo looked at Yu Sheng who was beside him and said with a smile.

"oh."

Yu Sheng raised his hand and shot down.

The sound of gunshots kept echoing on the quiet streets.

Zong Ren made a muffled sound, and blood flowed out of his legs.

"I'm talking about hitting that uninjured leg."

"It's not another shot on the injured leg."

"My previous expression should be fine..."

Yu Mo raised his head in a daze and glanced at Yu Sheng.

But Yu Sheng shook his head: "What you said is to give another shot, only the same leg can be used... again."

"If it's another leg, please give it a shot."

Yu Sheng looked at Yu Mo and discussed seriously.

"Um..."

"It seems to make some sense."

"Then please give me a shot on your other leg."

"Oh, two shots."

“Otherwise it’s asymmetric.”

Yu Mo looked at the two gun holes on Zong Ren's legs and thought about it.

The moment he finished speaking, two gunshots sounded.

At this time, Zong Ren had no strength to groan. He leaned against the wall, and his body kept trembling.

But his eyes were still trying hard to keep calm and staring at Yu Mo.

On the surrounding streets, several figures appeared and peeked at this side, but when they saw Yu Sheng's face through the moonlight, they decisively shrank their heads back.

"you..."

"You are not going to kill me..."

"This pain has no effect on me...I...."

"No need......"

Zong Ren kept gasping for breath, but this time he stopped treating the wound, but instead turned his head hard and looked at Yu Sheng: "Do you still fight...?"
To be continued...