Chapter 647

"I also want a helicopter pilot."

On the windy rooftop, more than 100 elites besieged the gambling king one night, but the other side continued to add conditions without fear because he had an ace in his hand.

"Yes, I'll arrange who you want immediately." Yue Chengzhi, who has been aiming with a gun, nodded and agreed when he saw that Feng Yan didn't speak. In the communication frequency just now, Zhao Yin has ordered that everything follow Feng Yan's command and dispatching.

"I don't want people in the sniper camp, not men." Fan Hong dragged two by his side. Qin Qing was also pressed on the wheelchair, and his neck had been scratched with one or two blood marks by the scalpel. His eyes were burning. Obviously, he knew that all the members of the sniper camp were men all night, so he vigilantly ruled out this option.

"Shit, some are good for you. How can there be so much nonsense." Yue Chengzhi was suppressed all the way. His anger could not be suppressed for a long time. As soon as he heard this, he immediately scolded.

Halfway through the conversation, he was stopped by a big hand next to him.

"I can agree to your request, but at present, the only female pilot here is Qu Xue. She is seriously injured and needs to be dealt with immediately." Feng Yan's voice and attitude are the same as just now. He is calm and indifferent, and his analysis of the problem is also very rational. He is so rational that it is doubtful that the hostages held at the moment actually have nothing to do with him.

"... OK, let's treat her now. I can't wait that long." Fan Hong thought for a moment. It seemed that it was better to control a disabled person without attack, so he nodded.

Feng Yan immediately turned back to check Qu Xue's injury. He saw that the blood flow had stopped under the low temperature, but the wound had not been sutured, and it was terrible. "The situation is special. Can your body insist? If not, don't force it."

This is completely business, or a little eccentric. Chu fan and Luo Zihang are very uncomfortable.

"Hey, Feng Yan, what do you mean? Our boss is still frozen there and is in danger at any time. Don't force. Do you know what kind of stuffing is wrapped in this goods? Who knows what she was doing in it when we arrived just now." Cui Jiali couldn't bear it. She said frankly that she didn't trust us. More importantly, she was one of the few people who knew that Qu Xue had had an operation, but she was stunned in the operating room just now. She didn't remember. She gradually came back all the way, but the more she thought about it, the more wrong it was.

Her hand is likely to be sealed, and the operation has failed. The gambling king doesn't love her secretly. Why bother to change her hand.

However, at present, Cui Jiali can't find the right time to explain to Feng Yan.

"Major general, I can insist. Miss Qin is still in the hands of the gambling king. I'm fine." Qu Xue's hatred for Cui Jiali seems unheard of. She straightens her spine slightly, with a trace of forbearance between her eyebrows and a strong way.

"Well, I'll deal with it for you first. When I get on the helicopter, everything depends on my own safety." Feng Yan nodded and personally took gauze and needle and thread from his backpack.

When it comes to first aid knowledge, no one can compare with professional Feng Yan. At this time, his move made people angry all night. Even Chu fan and Luo Zihang deviated their heads and looked at the girl with a thin shadow in the cold wind in the distance. Their hearts hurt.

"Everyone can see that Qu Xue's feelings for Feng Yan are unusual. Now he is good to her in front of you, and he may not be loyal to you." Fan Hong is also watching this scene. When he looks down, he sees that the girl is wearing a waterfall of long hair, and her exquisite face is almost transparent and vulnerable in the night, "Like your mother, you are longing for nihilistic love. You will never see the people around you and are stubborn."

Qin Wan used to do this to him, but now Qin Qing does the same to his son Zhan Chen.

Qin Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, his fingertips touched Zhan Chen's hand on his side, looked at the tall back of the man with his head down and carefully bandaged Qu Xue's wound, and thought: isn't this the eight o'clock plot of dog blood?

"Major general, thank you." Qu Xue looked down at the big hand holding her severed limb. She only felt that the pain of tearing the gauze layer by layer was like wrapped in a layer of honey. Her cold face softened. She opened her lips and thanked, and her eyes were full of nostalgia. "The last time you wrapped up the wound for me was on the battlefield at the border. It was good at that time."

If she had known that the world of peace would be so cruel, intrigues would make death a kind of pain. She would rather stay with the people in front of her under the sky of war, carry guns in the trenches, starve and look like fireworks

Unfortunately, everything can't go back.

"The last time was ten years ago. You've been here for seven years." Feng Yan skillfully cleaned up the wound and said a long time. Then he took out a black rubber stick from his backpack. "Take it and bite it if it hurts."

"OK." Qu Xue didn't doubt him. In the warmth of this memory, the corners of his mouth took the stick with a smile. He didn't notice that when his right hand was completely covered, an indicator light at the end lit up.

Feng Yan's action was a pause, and then continued the sewing action in his hand. The dark night around successfully covered up the depth of his eyes at the moment.

Qu Xue's wound was not treated until the flashing red dot in the sky approached with the roar of the propeller. The two groups of people traded in front of the fuselage.

"You go up first." Fan Hong motioned Qu Xue to go up first to start the operation, and then asked someone to help Zhan Chen on the plane.

"He was badly hurt and couldn't stand the turbulence of the plane. Did you want your son's life?" Cui Jiali worked with Zhan Chen for some time. At this time, he looked as pale as paper and couldn't bear it.

However, Fan Hong's answer to this is almost cruel, "if I can survive, I will save him. If I die, he doesn't have to live and bear all these crimes."

Tiger poison doesn't eat its son, but it's not at the end of the road.

"Despicable." Cui Jiali spat fiercely and despised from her heart. "She spoke so well that she didn't want to take him as a protective card."

Knowing that Qin Qing would not let him die, he held on to him.

Fan Hong glanced at her coldly and didn't respond, "let's go."

The propeller slowly circled again, and the cold wind around was stirred, making people shiver. The wheelchair couldn't be moved to the helicopter. Fan Hong went up first, pushed Zhan Chen to move to the cabin, and then pulled Qin Qing's neck to release his hand.

"Why don't you let me go, or I'll shoot at once." the next night, people were angry for fear that Qin Qing would fall.