Bang!

Tang Luo avoided the middle-aged man's palm and punched him in the throat.

puff!

The middle-aged man vomited blood, flew backwards, and slammed heavily into a car.

His body slowly moved downwards and he collapsed on the ground.

Blood was still flowing out of the man's mouth, and his eyes were already a little dull.

“Um…”

The middle-aged man really wanted to raise his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, but he didn't have much strength in his hands and couldn't lift it up at all.

Seeing this, Tang Luo slowly stepped forward.

At this time, Lin Yiming and others also came closer, and the battle on their side was completely over.

"What else do you want to say before you die?"

Tang Luo half-squatted down and looked at the middle-aged man coldly.

"Tang Luo... don't kill me, I... I didn't want to kill you..."

The middle-aged man said vaguely.

"Are you the fucking fool? You're doing this scene, but you didn't want to kill me?"

Tang Luo was speechless.

"Yes...ahem...it's true. The instructions I received were to bring you first..."

The middle-aged man was about to say something, but suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

His consciousness began to blur, and he fainted immediately.

Tang Luo frowned and raised his hand to touch the middle-aged man's neck, his heartbeat was still beating.

"Old Tang, what are you talking about to him? Just kill him. These guys must want to catch them alive."

Lin Yiming said, picking up a gun on the ground, pointing it at the middle-aged man's head, and pulling the trigger.

"Lao Lin, don't worry, take him back first."

Tang Luo thought of what the middle-aged man hadn't finished saying just now, and raised his hand to suppress the gun in Lin Yiming's hand.

There are some things he wants to confirm.

This action also made him discover that there was a gunshot wound on Lin Yiming's left arm.

Looking at Hong Ren and the others, they all looked very weak and were basically not slightly injured.

Almost all the ones lying on the ground have lost their breath, and it is only a matter of time before the few remaining ones are still angry.

"Get out of here as soon as possible."

Tang Luo withdrew his gaze and said to Lin Yiming.

"good!"

Lin Yiming responded.

Then, everyone got into several cars and disappeared into the darkness.

The bridge deck, which was full of gunfire and fighting just now, became quiet at this time...

"Lao Lin, let me see."

On the way, Tang Luo looked at the wound on Lin Yiming's left arm.

"It's nothing big deal if you're scratched by a bullet."

Lin Yiming endured the pain and said.

"Haha, it's really strong."

Tang Luo smiled and took the medicine box in the car and treated Lin Yiming's wounds.

He also observed it clearly, and there was no big problem.

"Look at what you said, what is this injury? Men, the scar is the military merit mark. I...ah... it hurts, it hurts..."

Lin Yiming squeezed his smile the first second, but grinned in pain the next second.

"No, men shouldn't be afraid of pain."

Tang Luo smiled and disinfected the wound.

"Damn Lao Tang, are you taking personal revenge on the public? I'm not afraid of injury, but I didn't say I'm not afraid of pain, ah..."

Lin Yiming gritted his teeth and said.

If there weren't others in the car, he had to consider face and probably could have shouted louder.

Fortunately, he hurriedly held back...

"What you said is that injury and pain seem to be different... What are you shouting? Those who don't know think I'm killing a pig. They don't know the good people's hearts, and they dare to say that I'm taking private revenge?"

Tang Luo said, sprinkling the special pharmaceutical powder that had been taken out of the domino space on Lin Yiming's wound.

"Ah...I'm fucking..."

Lin Yiming started cursing in pain.

"Dede, Brother Ma, stop calling, okay."

Tang Luo was not angry and bandaged the wound.

"Old Tang, you can't be gentler to Brother Ma."

Lin Yiming looked at his wound and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"I think so beautifully, you are not a lady..."

Tang Luo curled his lips.

“…”

Lin Yiming rolled his eyes, then thought of something, and looked at Hong Ren again.

"Old Hong, how are the casualties here?"

"Mr. Lin, five brothers died, all in the last car, and the others were basically seriously injured..."

Hong Ren covered his chest and said slowly.

"Damn..."

Lin Yiming's expression turned cold.

"Old Hong, please arrange for serious injuries to go to the hospital as soon as possible."

Tang Luodao.

"Okay, then I will go back to the hotel with you with a few relatively mildly injured people. I'm worried..."

Hong Ren thought for a while and said.

"Well... don't worry, the other party shouldn't do anything tonight."

Tang Luo affirmed.

"I will deal with your injuries."

"Um."

Hong Ren focused on the key points.

More than ten minutes later, the convoy returned to the hotel.

Tang Luo and his group got out of the car and quickly returned to the room.

Several people sat down in the living room, and Mr. Lu kneaded his arms while stretching them.

Click!

A crisp sound came, and Old Lu frowned, then let out a long breath, and he picked up his dislocated arm by himself.

When Lin Yiming and others saw this scene, they felt a little sad. It should... it hurts a lot.

"Old Lu, how are your injuries?"

Tang Luo said as he stepped forward and checked.

"Haha, I'm old, I haven't had such an intensity fight for a long time, cough..."

Mr. Lu coughed while talking.

"Don't move first, I have to adjust it for you."

Through the pulse, Tang Luo saw that Mr. Lu had some internal injuries, but fortunately it was not serious.

"Then it's a labor."
To be continued...