Bright Sword: Technology is the primary productive force in war

Chapter 191 Chen Yan gets beaten

Chen Yan carried the woman all the way to avoid pursuit and quickly shuttled through the night.

His mind raced as he thought about where to go next.

It seems that it is not possible to go back to the Licha Hotel. It is close to the main street and it is easy to be exposed. Besides, the woman’s true identity is still unclear.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead as he looked at the groggy woman.

Sister, you are really a bit heavy!

Finally, he gritted his teeth and ran towards the Yao family's house as quickly as possible.

There are tens of thousands of people in the slums, and even if you want to check them, you won’t be able to do so in a short time.

At around two o'clock in the morning, Chen Yan found an abandoned rolling drum and put the woman in it.

Only then did Chen Yan see the woman's face clearly.

She is about 40 years old, with a weather-beaten face, without any rouge or powder. The skin on her face is slightly loose, but it contains a hint of elegance and intellectual beauty, and people feel that she is a gentle and intellectual woman.

Then Chen Yan checked the woman's injuries.

There was a bullet wound in the right shoulder, but the bone was not injured and the blood in the shoulder had dried up. However, the bullet wound on the left abdomen, which was as thick as an index finger, still couldn't stop bleeding.

Chen Yan frowned. It had been such a long time and it was still bleeding.

She tore open the woman's clothes at her wound and couldn't help but gasp.

We have to find a place to help her remove the bullet.

Chen Yan gently shook the woman. After all, Chen Yan was not familiar with Shanghai, and he could only hope that the woman had other places to settle down.

The woman groaned a few times and fainted again.

Damn it, I'm sorry, sister. I'm doing this for your own good.

Then a hissing sound caused by air friction passed by.

Snapped!

Chen Yan's strong and powerful palm actually slapped the woman directly in the face.

Damn, that was too heavy.

Chen Yan quickly wiped the blood from the corner of the woman's mouth.

There were three black lines on his forehead.

If this was my comrade, and he knew that I almost beat her to death, he would not go to the commander to complain about me.

Although the means are crude, the effect is very good.

After a while, the woman probably felt a burning sensation on her face and really woke up.

The woman was seriously injured and could not speak. She opened her eyes and looked at Chen Yan blankly.

Chen Yan wiped the sweat off his face. It was really not easy!

He leaned over and whispered to the woman:

"Sister, I saved you. You are seriously injured now. Where should I send you now?"

There was no reaction on the woman's face, her eyes were empty.

The person woke up, but his soul was lost.

Then let me help you summon your soul again.

As he spoke, Chen Yan stretched out his right arm again, and just as it drew a perfect arc in the air, his palm suddenly stopped 0.01m away from the woman's face.

He seemed to have thought of something and whispered again:

"Sister, I'm a friend from Shanxi, and I'd like to ask you for a copy of Lu Simian's "History of the Three Kingdoms"."

After saying that, Chen Yan stared at the woman's face.

Unexpectedly, the woman slowly closed her eyes.

died?

Big sister, don't joke with me!

I carried you for more than an hour, where did you go?

Just when Chen Yan was at a loss, the woman suddenly squeezed out a sentence:

"What is your name, sir?"

A gleam of light flashed in Chen Yan's eyes. He was now certain that the woman in front of him was the contact person arranged by the organization.

The code is absolutely correct!

"Sister, my surname is Chen, the same as Chen Yan."

Hearing this, the woman seemed to have a little more energy, and said weakly:

"No. 68, Lane 23, Hengmaoli".

After saying this the woman fainted again.

Chen Yan sighed for no reason, "Hey! Run, young man."

Chen Yan was not familiar with Shanghai at that time, and it was late at night, so he could only carry the woman and run around the streets of Shanghai, looking for road signs one street at a time.

By three o'clock, there were already some poor people setting up stalls on the streets of Shanghai. After asking around, Chen Yan finally found out their location.

When Chen Yan knocked on the door of Room 23, no one answered.

Fell asleep?

Still no one home?

No way, it's so small!

He was just about to take out the wire and pry open the door lock when a groan was heard from the house.

"who is it?".

Oh shit, there’s someone here!

After carrying the load all night, Chen Yan's shoulders felt weak and he could hardly lift his hands.

He felt extremely happy to hear that there was someone.

"Hello, I am..."

Chen Yan was suddenly stuck.

Yes, how should I answer.

Answer that shit.

Thinking of this, Chen Yan poked the wire inside, and the door lock opened with a click.

When he opened the door, he saw five black gun muzzles pointed at him.

Chen Yan was confused and immediately raised his hands obediently.

Damn, I'm alone, do you need to use so many guns on me?

When it’s time to back down, I’ll never be slower than others.

Chen Yan smiled awkwardly, "My brothers are all here. I told you we are neighbors and I opened the wrong door. Do you believe me?"

The leading man pointed the gun in his hand at the wire in Chen Yan's hand.

"Is this the key you use to open the door when you go home?"

The room was dark and Chen Yan couldn't see his face clearly. He could only hear that his voice sounded vicissitudes of life and full of age.

Chen Yan said angrily: "It's always good to have many skills, do you understand?"

The man continued to ponder: "I understand." Then Chen Yan heard the sound of a box gun firing.

Chen Yan: “…”

At your age, you still play this game.

In a flash, Chen Yan heard the sound and changed his position. With his raised hands, he suddenly grabbed the hands of the man who had just spoken, and broke them apart with force, and the pistol fell down.

Chen Yan caught the falling box gun by leaning over, then rolled to the side and pointed the gun confidently at the man.

"Bang!".

The gun in Chen Yan's hand fell to the ground, and then he raised his hands again.

“Ha…it’s all a misunderstanding.

Hey guys, stop messing around, look at this woman next to me, do you recognize her?"

Chen Yan looked at the other four guns loaded with guns and pointed at him, and couldn't help but swallow.

"It's Sister Li!" a young voice exclaimed after looking at the woman.

At this time, the other people all came over and said, "Quick, bring it in quickly.

Tie this kid up first and keep an eye on him."

"No, buddy, I sent this woman back. We are family!"

"Duang!".

A young man heard Chen Yan's chatter and punched him, causing blood to flow.

"shut your mouth".

"No, brother, if I were an enemy, you would have been surrounded long ago."

"Duang!".

The second punch hit Chen Yan's face again.

Chen Yan was a little furious and roared:

"Fuck, you're still coming, that's too much.

Do you know who I am? No one dares to follow me...”

"Duang!".

"Young man, you have no moral principles!"

Seeing his fist immediately raised again, Chen Yan snorted:

"Hmph! Since you are young, I forgive you."

The young man took a bundle of hemp rope and made a pig knot. This way of tying is impossible for most people to break free from, and the more they struggle, the tighter it gets.

"Brother, be gentle, you will regret it one day."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man looked at him with fiery eyes.

"I won't say anything anymore, I'll shut up."