Man-eating Trap (IX)

He fired two shots in a row, forcing Haozhen to hide in a blind spot and throw stones at random. The bartender took this opportunity to climb up two more floors.

Since there were many paint buckets at the entrance of the fifth floor corridor, Haozhen had no way to go. He had to kick down the remaining bricks and run to the other end of the fourth floor.

But before Haozhen could run a few steps, the bartender behind him had caught up and fired a shot at the ground not far from Haozhen.

Haozhen had to stand still, he slowly turned his face and faced the bartender.

Although the bartender tried his best to dodge, he was still hit by several bricks and had several scratches. He panted: "Run, keep running, why don't you run, aren't you a good runner?"

Haozhen found that there was a distance of 20 to 30 meters from where he was standing to the other staircase, and he could see the ground with the corner of his eye when he stood at the edge of the floor. Coincidentally, there was a pile of sand on the ground right below him. He was ecstatic in his heart, as expected, there is always a way out.

The bartender slowly walked over. Hao Zhen saw that the opportunity was fleeting, gritted his teeth, moved his body slightly, and was about to jump when the bartender fired.

He shot Hao Zhen in the thigh.

Hao Zhen screamed and fell to the ground.

The bartender saw Hao Zhen fall into his hands again, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He took a few quick steps, stepped on Hao Zhen's wound, and rubbed it hard with the sole of his foot.

The severe pain made Hao Zhen scream heartbreakingly.

The bartender suddenly felt a sense of pleasure. He suddenly became a king who could dominate life and death. He grinned: "Young Master, you have never suffered this kind of suffering. I never thought that the rich young man who has always been high and mighty would cry bitterly at my feet. Come on, come on and beg for mercy. I will let you die quickly."

Death? When Hao Zhen heard the word "death", he felt relieved. The beads of sweat on his head proved that a kind of excruciating pain was tormenting him, but he laughed tremblingly and was out of breath.

That kind of laughter was a smile of contempt for everything, a smile that saw through everything.

The bartender was angry. He pulled Hao Zhen's hair and dragged Hao Zhen back, saying as he walked: "Laugh as hard as you can. Anyway, you won't live for a few days."

At this moment, a petite figure rushed out from the darkness. The bartender was caught off guard and was hit head-on by the figure. He staggered back. The figure used all his strength to hug the bartender's waist, and with this momentum, he desperately pushed the bartender to the side of the building.

After all, the bartender had practiced, and although he was stunned for a moment, he reacted immediately. He hit the back of the petite figure with his elbow. A painful sound came out of the petite mouth.

This voice was once very familiar to Hao Zhen, and he cried out: "Wei Er."

Because of the pain, Wei Er could no longer hug the bartender and let go of his hands. Seeing this, the bartender grabbed Wei Er's clothes on his back with both hands and exerted force to the side and back, "Go to hell."

Wei Er didn't weigh much, but he threw her out of the building with all his strength.

Hao Zhen didn't know where he got the strength from, he stood up, took two quick steps, and jumped out of the building. He stretched out his hand and tried to catch Wei Er. Even if he fell, he would fall with him. He had so many questions to ask Wei'er, but he missed them.

The bartender didn't expect that he would choose to jump off the building. When he rushed to the edge of the building and looked down, he could not see Wei'er and Haozhen.