dogfight

For half my life, I thought that I would never meet someone who could be called love again.He thought that he would play games in the world all his life, or that one day, he would have a marriage of interests like his parents and his sister, and the person who would accompany him for the rest of his life had nothing to do with love or hate at all.

But one day, he was very happy and very chagrined to find that he was wrong.

If he doesn't die this time, he swears, Ken the little wolf cub will never run away from him for the rest of his life.

Alex tried to laugh, but coughed twice, preventing him from making any movement.He started to struggle even to speak, so he closed his mouth and slowly closed his eyes.In order to survive, he couldn't expend any more energy.

Ken found the medicine box and lighter from the car.

He carried a bunch of usable things back to the man.

Putting them down on the ground beside him, Ken began to prepare for the crude minor surgery under the hail of bullets and heavy rain.

Gunshots came from far away from all directions, but it didn't seem to be as intense as before.

He couldn't wait for the fight to be over before sending Alex back to deal with his injuries.Who knows how long a man can last.

But as soon as he lit the lighter, the fire was quickly extinguished by the rain. Alex lay there with his eyes closed, motionless, while Ken half-kneeled and looked at him, feeling frozen in time, and even for a moment, he thought the drenched man was dead.

Ever since the man was shot, he has always had a fear that cannot be ignored.

Then he finally remembered that some warm measures should be taken for the man who was injured because of him, but now they have nothing, not even a fire.

He took off the only shirt left on his body, wrung out the water as much as possible, and carefully covered the man's head to prevent the rain from continuing to wet his pale face.

"You're not dead yet." Ken put his lips on Alex's face in the rain. He wanted to be as calm and fearless as usual, but what he heard was his own trembling voice. I don't know whether it was because of the cold or something .

What should he do if he doesn't get a response from a man?He didn't dare to think about it.

To his relief, Ken saw Alex's mouth pulled out a small amount, the man seemed to be about to laugh, but couldn't.The bastard who was always as strong as a lion said now like a thin breeze, and the wind slipped from his lips.

"I said I can't die."

Although it is very quiet, it is enough for young people to hear.

Ken only needed such a message, whether it was weak or strong.

He even told himself that he didn't want to arrest Alex and put him in prison, as long as the other party would survive. At this moment, there was nothing more important to him than Alex's survival.

He got a response from the man, a faint smile appeared on his face, and his heart that was hanging in the air fell to the ground, and he was relieved a lot.

Ken let out a breath, ready to continue with what he had just done.As he continued to struggle with the lighter, Jo came back panting, dragging a few banana leaves.

Jo threw down the leaves, knelt down and took a look at Alex, then asked Ken, "Boss, is he all right?"

"I can't die." Ken answered him, and then Jo turned and went to the car to find some rope, and finally he stacked a few leaves horizontally and vertically, and tied the two ends of the leaves to the nearest two trees with rope.

The top of Alex's head was finally dry.

Ken squatted down, took out the dagger, and used fire to do simple disinfection.

He stared at the flames, and beside him was a man lying silently, whose subordinates were helping to prepare surgical tools.

The movements of his hands were still steady and calm, but his heart was beating a little faster and his mind was a little confused.

It's not that he hasn't experienced life and death, but after seeing him more and more slowly, he no longer has the feelings he had when his father died many years ago.

Ken, who was still young at that time, felt sad, bewildered, angry, and helpless, and the world for him became a void with no exit.And now, if this man dies now, he may experience that crushing feeling again.

He knows, he will.

There is really nothing good about this man.The other party is undoubtedly a big villain, his opponent and enemy, and they have experienced a short period of entanglement and struggle.

It's just that some encounters between people have nothing to do with the above.It has nothing to do with whether the other party is a good guy or a bad guy, or how long they have known each other, or even their position.

The moment Alex pushed him away and got shot, he knew it.

He owed him more than a thank you, he owed him his life.

That's the only thing Ken can't pay back to Alex.

(12 Fresh Coins) Fighting 32

When Alex woke up, it took him a while to gather his sanity.On the high ceiling above his head, the crystal-encrusted wall moldings sparkled in his eyes.

He found himself in a strange place.

"you're awake."

At this time, a slightly dry voice came from the side.

In that tired voice, Alex slowly turned his neck, and then saw a familiar face standing in front of the bed.

That young and fair face was usually used to be arrogant and stern, but now it was tired, as if it hadn't rested for a long time, which made Alex a little unaccustomed to seeing it.

"You've been sleeping for two days," the man walked to the door, had someone call the medical staff, then returned to the bed, pulled a chair and sat next to Alex.

"What happened?" Alex tried to sit up with his hands, but he pulled the injury on his waist, and the pain immediately made his eyes black.In severe pain, he remembered everything that happened two days ago.

They were ambushed on their way back to the base after they got the key to the desert, and at first he thought it was Bart's men, but this time he really was wrong.

Now that Bart had sent for them and he had been rescued, he must be in his turf by now.

"My enemy did it. You Zhen was also attacked."

The other party said, his lips were a little dry, and his face was not bright. Alex knows that he has always been a person who pays attention to maintenance, but it is obvious that he has not bothered to pay attention to those appearances these two days.

Alex can only guess one possibility, that is, Bart is still facing very difficult problems these two days, so that he is so tired of dealing with this matter that he can't spare the energy to do other things.

"... So, I was implicated by you?"

Thinking of this, Alex's voice suddenly rose a few degrees.

"Don't say that, although he mainly came for me, the key to the desert is also his goal this time. Who told you to come at the right time? What's more, I sent someone to rescue you as soon as possible. I only kill people in my life, and this is the first time to save people, Alex, you should kneel down and thank me now that you are still alive."

"Damn it, put a high hat on yourself, I haven't had time to eat the few boxes of flour I bought from you at a high price!" the man said angrily.

At this moment the doctor came in hurriedly, followed by another figure.

"Boss, you're awake!" Jo ran in pleasantly, "Thank God, if something happens to you, I, I really don't know what to do..."

"Okay, I'm not dead yet." Alex felt his throat dry and smoldering: "Pour me some water."

Before Jo could move, Bart's men had brought a glass of warm water. Jo carefully lifted Alex up, leaned against the soft head of the bed and half-sat, then fed him some water.

Bart stood up, and said to the man before going out: "You take care of it, I still have things to do. Alex, I still have the flour money in your life, don't worry about me anymore."

I'm so fucking crazy! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

If Alex hadn't been injured at this time, he would have jumped up and beat anyone who had the face to say that to death.

It was clearly the bastard Bart who hurt him, and even claimed to be his savior—he was hurt by Bart's enemy, shouldn't he save him! ?

After Bart left, the doctor checked Alex's injury, changed the gauze and medicine for him, and ordered him not to move around, etc., before leaving the room.

The room finally became quiet, and Jo still sat in front of the bed with a guilty expression on her face, "I'm sorry boss, I acted without authorization..."

"Do you know what's wrong?" the man asked him.

"...um." Jo blushed and lowered her head.

"Since you know you made a mistake, don't do it again."

"Then, what about my punishment?"

"You're quite self-conscious," the man couldn't help laughing, he seemed to be in a good mood: "Where's Ken?"

"He just went to bed two hours ago," Jo said awkwardly. "This time I was too small. I thought Ken was unreliable, and I was afraid that he would do tricks behind his back. But in fact, maybe he is really worthy of you, boss."

Jo was more shocked than anyone else when the tall young man fired without blinking an eye.

He never thought that Ken would make such an incredible choice. After all, if it were Jo himself, he would at least hesitate before he dared to shoot himself five times.

Ken was right, he was the one to stand alongside Alex, not anyone else... like him, Jo.

At that moment on that day, Jo knew that he had lost to Ken, but he lost clearly and frankly, and he was convinced.

Alex patted Jo's head lightly: "Jo, you are one of my best subordinates, but you are not suitable for me, it's not that you are bad, you know. Look at other places, other people, Your world is much bigger than you imagined. By the way, is anyone else connected?"

"Well," Jo didn't