Just liking is not enough

Ou sighed helplessly, "Boy, you are still too young."

Haiming frowned, suddenly the man behind him twitched violently, and then fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

When Kazapa stood up, Heming took off the heavy overcoat that was in the way, and took out the small electric baton hidden behind his waist.

With the other hand, he took out a Swiss knife and cut Elio's rope.

The key to the handcuffs was no longer on him, and while pulling Elio up, he backed up holding the electric baton.

Elliot raised his eyebrows, "Hey, it seems that you still have some skills?"

Haiming snorted, "Don't underestimate me, okay?"

Elliot couldn't help laughing, but he didn't say anything. With his hands locked behind him and his eyes blind, it was really hard for him to take the initiative to do anything.

Now there are only two bodyguards plus Kazapa, a total of three people.

Kazapa trembled angrily, "You pig brains! Kill them immediately!"

He can't care about anything else now.

Haiming's face turned pale. Seeing the guns in the hands of the two bodyguards comparing each other, he subconsciously started to take cover.

Elliot turned slightly sideways to block in front of him.

"Casapa, how about we negotiate a condition?"

Kazapa was taken aback, and the bodyguard put down his gun.

The author has something to say: JJ is swallowing comments recently, many comments have been deleted, I am already Spartan ==|||

84

84. Chapter 5 ([-])...

"Let's negotiate a condition." Elio stood sideways in front of Heming and said to the gun.

Kazapa froze for a moment, reached out to let the bodyguard put down the muzzle of the gun, squinted at Elliot's expression.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"For example, I don't need to die, and I don't need to die in your way."

Elliot was idle.

Kazapa's eyes lit up.

"tell me the story?"

Elliot squinted at him, "If you want to negotiate terms, don't you have to act like you're negotiating terms?"

Kasapa hurriedly waved his hands to get the two bodyguards out of the way, put away the guns, and then made a gesture of invitation to let Elliot and Heming sit back in their chairs.

Elio's wound was throbbing with pain, and the bullet remained in his leg, which was a bad thing.

"Let go of me, I'm going to take the bullet out."

Elio moved his hand, and the handcuffs made a clicking sound.

Kasapa smiled hypocritically, "Let me say something to Mr. Elio, although I don't intend to question the reputation of the Black Snake, but the target is you... I'm afraid I still have to be careful."

If he let go of this lunatic, he should be the one who died.

Kasapa sneered in his heart, feeling that he had seen through what the other party was thinking, so he was elated.

Haiming frowned slightly, thought for a while and said, "That's up to me, take out the bullet for him first, and then bandage it."

Kasapa lit a cigarette, waved his finger, and instructed the bodyguard to take the job, "Yes."

Two bodyguards dug out an old medicine box from the abandoned house, took out gauze and alcohol, found a small knife, burned it with a lighter, and used it as a disinfectant.

Haiming was holding the knife, his hands trembling a little. Elliot glanced at him and smiled mischievously, "Why? Don't you dare?"

Haiming snorted unconvinced, "I'm saving you, why would you be afraid of saving people?"

But his fingers trembled disobediently, and he almost cut the wrong place several times.

Heming attributed this to the fact that the weather was too cold. While shrinking his neck, he tore off Elliot's trouser legs, and the blood flowed down his legs, which was a bit shocking to watch.

Haiming glanced at Elliot and said softly, "Be patient."

Elliot raised his eyebrows, but didn't answer.

The knife gently cut through the flesh, and there was a soft and sticky feeling that almost dripped down the edge of the knife. Haiming pursed his lips, his face pale.

Elliot's forehead was covered with cold sweat, he took a deep breath, looked up at the ceiling, his teeth were clenched, and the corners of his brows were faintly erupted with blue veins.

Heming didn't dare to look up at Elliot's face, but luckily the bullet wasn't embedded deeply, so he gently picked the tip of the knife into his skin and brought the bullet out.

The piercing pain, as if it was not a knife, but a dozen knives poking randomly in the veins.

Elliot clenched his fingers into a fist, until he heard the sound of bullets dinging to the ground, the knife quickly left his body, Heming brought alcohol, and poured it all on the wound without even looking at it.

Elio let out a "hiss", took a breath, and his face turned pale instantly.

"You...!" Elliot stared at Haiming fiercely, and Heming licked the corner of his mouth and smiled dryly, "I...I'm afraid you'll be infected..."

"..."

The speed of bandaging was much faster. It seemed that compared to the policeman, Haiming was more suitable as a logistics doctor, with quick hands and feet, and gentle movements that would not make people feel uncomfortable.

Soon the bleeding stopped.

The torn trouser legs were blowing cold wind, Elliot was still suffering from a low-grade fever, and his body shivered slightly from the cold.

Heming picked up the heavy coat on the ground, covered it on Elio's lap, and touched Elio's forehead with his hand.

"Do you have antipyretics?"

Haiming looked at Kasapa, Kasapa frowned, "No."

Kasapa is still wondering, is this really the police and the underworld?Judging by Heming's appearance, he is very kind to Elliot.

In fact, Haiming is the same to everyone, there is no special distinction. He was bathed in a police family since he was a child, and his family members are all upright and will not bow to evil forces. He also has such arrogance since he was a child. .

Seeing that the two of them had almost cleaned up, Kazapa stubbed out the cigarette butt, "Can we talk now?"

Elio felt a little dizzy in his head, coupled with the severe pain just now, he suddenly missed the big bed at home, facing the fireplace, hot coffee and cake...

Even facing Leonard's dead face, it was surprisingly reassuring.

At least better than the current situation.

Moving his throat, Elliot forced himself to stay awake, and said coldly, "You let me go, let Haiming go, and I'll report Leonard that you're dead when I go back. The two have nothing to do with each other from now on, don't stay in Rome Appeared."

Casapa rubbed his eyebrows, "I can leave Rome...but I have no money."

Haiming was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Kazapa in astonishment, as if shocked by this man's greed.

But man is such an animal. Once he finds himself in a favorable position, once he feels that he is out of danger, and after the fear subsides, he has a strong desire for material.

Kasapa figured it out, Elliot was still afraid of death, so now his life is in his own hands, if he acted like a dead fish, Elliot would shrink back.

Since he can leave safely, why not make a fortune before leaving, otherwise, how will he start again after leaving Rome?

As soon as he changed his mind, Kazapa put on a look that could not be refused, his brows were raised high, and he looked like a nervous frog.

"Don't get too carried away!" Haiming said contemptuously, "Your agreement is your business. No matter where you escape, I will arrest you!"

Elliot rolled his eyes helplessly, hey hey...for whom did he negotiate terms with the man in front of him? Originally, he didn't care if he was shot, but Leonard would definitely avenge him anyway. The guy couldn't escape in the end, he just didn't want to implicate this "stupid" little policeman.

In the end, he bumped himself into the muzzle of the gun...

Sure enough, Kazapa's eyes popped and he jumped up.

"Boy! Don't you know the form yet? You're going to die here!"

Haiming looked at people with fixed eyes, without any hesitation, "There is nothing to be afraid of dying in the line of duty, it is terrible to bow your head to someone like you!"

As he said that, he said harshly, "The Christie family's justice will never let you go!"

Kasapa was obviously frightened, Elio frowned, if his hands were empty, he really wanted to knock Heming unconscious.

If you don’t want to be wanted by the police, you must kill Haiming, but killing Haiming means you will be hunted down by members of the Christie family. The latter is even more terrifying than the former. If you want to kill Haiming without being discovered, you need a It's a scapegoat.

In the end, it went back to the original point, and still had to kill Elio, creating the illusion of a fight, and blaming the black snake, which was also considered revenge.

Elliot felt that one was the first and the other two were big, and he finally understood how Leonard felt about himself who caused trouble every time.

This feeling of wanting to strangle someone to death...

Elliot squinted, looking at the still stubborn and shining little face, and the anger in his heart was rising.

"It seems... our negotiation is still not established."

Kazapa thought about the relationship, fear defeated money again, money can be made again, as long as the black snake and the police are dealt with, he will be free.

Thinking of this, he snapped his fingers, and a bodyguard stepped forward, held the gun that Heming dropped on the ground with gloves on, and pointed it at Elliot's head.

Elliot sighed in his heart, it's over, his reputation will be ruined by this idiot beside him.

But before I finished thinking, a distant whistle sounded, like hearing an ancient call in the jungle late at night, and an inexplicable boiling suddenly gushed out from the bottom of my heart.

"Leynard!"

Elio turned his head sharply. It was the whistle of the black snake gathering, which was also a signal, telling Elio that they had found him.

Above the second floor of the abandoned old house, a figure appeared on the broken balcony window following Elliot's shout.

The man was tall and strong, wearing a dark cloak and a black scarf around his neck, which made his face look like the bravest warrior in ancient times. He held a gun in one hand and aimed at the bodyguard who was facing Elliot. Pull the trigger without hesitation.

call out--

The sound of bullets piercing the air, piercing the man's chest accurately.

The bodyguard fell down.

Kasapa's eyes widened in horror, and he slumped in the chair trembling all over, not even having the strength to stand up.

There was another gunshot from the direction of the door, and the last bodyguard also fell into a pool of blood