Chapter 22 22You gain the skill of gun fighting

Ron carried Sandy back to the bar through the front door, and then rushed out through the back door of the bar.

When the taxi driver saw the two people covered in blood on the road, he was afraid of getting into trouble and contaminating his car. He unsympathetically stepped on the accelerator and the car passed around the two people and disappeared at the speed of light.

As a last resort, Ron put Sandy on the side of the road.

With guns raised in both hands, he finally forced a taxi to stop.

At gunpoint, the bald Mexican driver and Ron carried Sandy into the back seat of the car without tears.

Ron looked at Sandy, who was lying on the seat with his head tilted and dying.

"How's it going, man?"

Sandy managed a smile.

"Still...can't die!"

Ron encouraged: "Believe me, you can survive, so you must hold on, we will be at the hospital soon."

"Keep going straight on this road and turn right at the intersection ahead!"

"Captain, the case has been basically investigated. Most of the drivers were killed by vampires in a drive-in bar on the border."

Jonathan hung up the phone and then contacted the CIA in Mexico in the name of the Bureau of Investigation.

There was a gunshot, and the bullet circled the female nurse's head in an astonishing arc and shot towards Ron at high speed.

"Okay, you have a gun, boss."

The bald driver was speechless, "Do you know the way to the hospital? Just let me take the passenger seat?"

But how did you find the killer?

By the way, Sandy was seriously injured.

However, he never expected that the other party would come so quickly.

"If you need any help, you can contact Ivan from the CIA. He and Sandy are friends, and the CIA will help you."

You can only go to the nearest hospital for rescue. The other party must have found him based on this information.

Did Ron know that it was Evan who asked them to meet in that bar.

Not easy!

"No, I suspect that Ivan is connected with the mastermind behind the scenes!"

"Doctor, doctor..."

Sandy, who was vomiting blood, saw white foam overflowing from the corner of his mouth, with a completely spoiled expression on his face.

When Ron saw the black man appearing, he realized that he might be a killer.

When Brady saw that Ron had escaped his fatal blow, an incomprehensible expression appeared on his cold face.

Ron roared angrily, and finally a nurse reacted and asked Ron to put Sandy on the ambulance.

Patients in the hospital watched as Ron and the nurse wheeled Sandy into the emergency room.

The short black hair fell down, a red blood mark appeared on his head, and a burning pain hit him.

Ron was horrified.

Sandison was beyond love.

Sandy held Ron's neck with both hands, red and white substance dripping from the corners of his mouth, and a look of resignation on his face.

The bald driver must give Ron a thumbs up for his driving skills.

"Where is the hospital?"

Ron, who dodged the bullet, raised his pistol and was about to shoot the killer.

"Crunch!"

Ron pointed his gun at the driver again, "Sit in the passenger seat!"

Ron got out of the car and opened the rear door.

His eyes instantly turned white.

"There won't be any problems with the people above, right?"

At the moment when his eyes changed, and Brady was about to rely on his reaction speed far beyond that of ordinary people to dodge the bullet, his mind suddenly went blank, and he stood there in a daze.

The big man stared, and everyone looked away.

The bald driver held the car door, and white stuff spurted out "wow wah".

The moment he lay in the ambulance, Sandy finally took a long breath.

About ten minutes later, the taxi stopped at the entrance of the hospital.

Mudd, the bullet can actually turn.

"Not yet. We were assassinated just after we killed the vampire. I suspect there is someone behind the scenes."

Ron shook his head suddenly, and the bullet grazed his head and was fired.

"Tell me where the hospital is?"

The burly man's retort attracted strange looks from everyone.

"Man, do you want to kill me so you can take all the credit for this mission?"

Although he was very surprised, he did not stop pulling the trigger.

The bullet passed through the nurse's body first and shot towards him rapidly with blood spray.

The metal bullet passed through Brady's head and flew out with three bloody flowers.

The torture is finally over.

His eyes were splitting, and he rushed towards the killer with grief and anger.

The bullet entered Ron's body, and a muffled sound was heard.

Everyone looked at Ron with a panicked face in confusion, and then saw Sandy in Ron's arms.

You are so strong, you are the boss.

He was full of murderous intent, and seeing that Ron had no nonsense, he took out a silver Desert Eagle, aimed at Ron, and pulled the trigger.

Along the way, Ron was almost killed.

The bullet struck with great force, causing his movements to stall slightly.

All right!

Quickly add points to your driving skills.

"You should trust me. I am more familiar with the terrain than you and can help you get him to the hospital faster."

The bald driver glanced at Ron contemptuously.

He was shot once in the chest, arm and shoulder.

Ron got into the car and stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped out quickly.

Ron thought for a while and did not refuse Jonathan's help in contacting the CIA here.

"anti!"

The driver's eyes widened when he saw the green knife.

“Resist, resist, resist!”

Life was finally saved.

"Sandy was seriously injured, I'm fine!"

Ron took a wad of money from his wallet and threw it at the bald driver.

There were three bullet holes in Brady's head.

He vowed to never get hurt again in the future.

"I heard that you also killed the wanted criminal Anton. I have to say that you did a very good job this time. By the way, when do you plan to come back?"

His body stagnated for a moment, and then he fell into a pool of blood with disbelief on his face.

"Puff puff."

The bald driver looked down on Ron a little at first, but the rest of the horse was stunned.

"Skill point 7 → 5."

Just when Ron was about to contact the CIA.

After a while, the phone number was sent via text message.

"Skill point 5 → 2."
To be continued...