NBA Dynasty Sniper

Chapter 226 The Supermarket Shooting Incident
"Bang! Bang!"

While choosing, two gunshots suddenly startled the two of them.

"Damn it! Avril, go!"

Zhao Dong is very sensitive to gunshots. His last life was destroyed by a gunshot. Hearing the gunshot, he dropped the things in his hands and immediately dragged Lindsay to find a hiding place.

"boom!"

Then the gunshot rang out again.

The customers in the supermarket reacted, screaming, running, crying, one after another.

Three masked black men with guns were searching for dollar bills at the cash register. The Chinese owner of the supermarket, a middle-aged man in his 40s, rushed out of the warehouse with a semi-automatic rifle.

"Go away, you bastards!"

While roaring, he pulled the trigger, and shot twice, hitting the ceiling.

"Xie Te, does this Chinese still dare to shoot us?"

A masked man screamed, bang, and fired a pistol at the boss.

He wasn't like the boss shooting at the ceiling. He fired directly at the boss. The boss grunted, was shot, and immediately fell to the floor.

"Damn it, I killed a man!" the guy who fired the gun screamed again.

"He's not dead yet, let's run." Another guy shouted anxiously.

"What's the rush? This is a Chinese community, the police won't come here so quickly. Let's get some more things, it's free anyway."

The third guy said calmly.

"Haha, who did I see? A big star! Come here quickly, I saw Feilong, I want his autograph, I must get his autograph today."

When the guy who said he was going to run saw Zhao Dong, he shouted excitedly.

Two other masked black men ran over immediately.

"You idiot, what's the use of asking for his autograph? Ask for his money. He's a big star, so he must have a lot of money."

The guy who shot and wounded the boss cursed, pointed his pistol at Zhao Dong, and said with a smile: "Hey, Flying Dragon Star, did you hear that? I want your autograph...ah no, I want yours money. oh oh oh..."

At this time, he saw Lindsay hiding behind Zhao Dong, and said pleasantly: "Look, who is behind you? Is it your beautiful wife? Get out of the way quickly, let us appreciate it."

Zhao Dong was sweating profusely, hiding in this corner, he was actually seen, all because he was too tall.

"I can give you money, a lot of money."

He took out a large handful of American bills, three or four thousand dollars, and he estimated that these three guys might not have grabbed so much money just now.

As a Chinese, he still likes to carry cash with him, and he is not used to carrying credit cards.

"give me."

The guy who was about to run snatched it with one hand, dropped a few cards, and quickly picked them up again.

"Can we go?" Zhao Dong asked.

"You stay here, we go first." The calmest guy said suddenly.

"No, no, no, I want her, I want to take her away." The guy who shot and wounded shouted.

"Don't mess around." The calmest guy immediately advised.

"I want her, no one can stop me."

The guy who shot and wounded had an extremely dangerous look in his eyes, and even pointed his gun at the calmest guy.

"Then hurry up." The calmest guy said helplessly.

"Listen, you leave now, this is the best result. You know who I am, if you dare to touch us, even if you are sent to prison, I will find you."

The opponent's idea hit Lin Sai's head, and Zhao Dong had no choice but to threaten.

"You are a Chinese monkey, why do you have such a beautiful white girl? I must take this girl away."

The guy who shot and wounded yelled frantically, pointed his gun at Zhao Dong, and yelled, "Get out of the way, Chinaman."

Seeing that Zhao Dong refused to let go, his gun was directly pressed against Zhao Dong's chest, but Zhao Dong still refused to let go, he roared sharply: "You Chinese pig, do you think I dare not kill you?"

"husband!"

Lindsay cried from behind.

"fine."

Zhao Dong forced himself to calm down, and said to the man: "100 million US dollars, 100 million US dollars each of you, how about we leave? The police are coming soon, if you don't leave, you will have no chance."

"Carrie, promise now, we're going to be millionaires."

The guy who wanted to run away was so surprised that he even called out his name.

"Go to hell, you bloody Chinaman!"

But the guy who shot and wounded fell into paranoia and madness, and with a bang, he shot Zhao Dong in the chest.

At close range, Zhao Dong was forced to step back, knocking down Lindsay behind him.

"husband?"

Lindsay screamed.

The moment he was hit, Zhao Dong seemed to have returned to the moment he was hit by a police bullet in his previous life.

Similarly, that time he was also hit in the chest.

His lungs exploded that time, but what about this time?

Level 100 immunity to injuries, 100% immunity to death, 99% immunity to serious injuries, 90% immunity to moderate injuries, 80% immunity to minor injuries, can it protect him?

After being hit, he covered the wound with his hands. It was very painful, there was a lot of fluid, and he seemed to smell the smell of blood.

But at this moment he thought of Lindsay behind him, this time he couldn't fall down, and it would be over if he fell down.

"ah!"

In an instant, he also became crazy. After staggering and standing still, even if the guy's gun was still pointed at him, he just kicked him regardless.

"boom!"

That person was kicked out by Zhao Dong, and at the same time the gun in his hand rang out.

He was only about 1.8 meters tall and weighed no more than [-] kilograms. He was kicked two or three meters away, knocked down a shelf, and couldn't get up.

Zhao Dong kicked out, the second bullet grazed his scalp and shot into the ceiling, very dangerous.

"damn it!"

The other two masked men with guns cursed and pointed their guns at Zhao Dong.

"One hundred million per person." Zhao Dong had an idea and shouted.

"One hundred million!"

Hearing this number, the two couldn't help being stunned. Countless banknotes flashed before their eyes, and their attention was completely distracted.

At this moment, Zhao Dong took a risky step forward, moved his left and right hands together, grabbed the two pistols in his hands, and raised them up.

"Damn it, he lied to us."

The two came to their senses, but it was too late, Zhao Dong grabbed their hands together and couldn't run away.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

Zhao Dong raised his legs and kicked the two people's stomachs, and the two went limp on the spot, and their guns fell into his hands.

"boom!"

But at this moment, the gun rang out again, and the guy who was kicked by Zhao Dong onto the shelf climbed up and shot Zhao Dong.

"Uh!"

Zhao Dong staggered, fortunately, he missed the point at close range, and was shot in the thigh.

Instinctively, he smashed the gun in his right hand, took the opportunity of the opponent to dodge, turned the muzzle of the other gun, and frantically pulled the trigger at the man.

"Bang bang bang..."

About three meters away, the man staggered back after being beaten, and then fell to the ground, covered in blood, only instinctively convulsed.

"Kakkaka..."

Zhao Dong fired all the bullets and didn't stop until the firing pin fired continuously.

"Flying dragon?"

Panicked, Lindsay rushed over, seeing Zhao Dong whose chest was covered in blood, he was dumbfounded and almost collapsed.

"Don't worry, I'm fine!"

Zhao Dong seemed to be in good spirits. He pointed a gun at the man and walked over to check the situation.

"Dead, is he dead?" Lindsay's teeth were chattering.

"more or less."

Zhao Dong pointed his gun at the other two people, who raised their hands and lay on the floor, not daring to move.

"Woooo..."

At this moment, sirens finally sounded outside.

Zhao Dong immediately dropped the gun to avoid being shot to death by the police, and then pulled Lindsay to sit down.

"Listen, people inside, you are surrounded..." The police shouted from outside.

"Aviel, call Ringo Wells and ask him to notify the Knicks immediately."

Zhao Dong said something, and then shouted to the outside: "I am Feilong, the Feilong of the Knicks, I was shot by the gangsters, and the gangsters have been subdued by me, the management of the Knicks will be here soon, I ask you to protect me , Take me to the hospital immediately."

"Flying Dragon? Why is he here?"

"Stupid, this is a Chinese supermarket, it's normal for him to come here."

"How to do?"

"What can we do? He was shot and has to be sent to the hospital quickly, otherwise the Knicks boss and the New York media will not let us go."

"Damn Chinese, I hate Chinese."

"I can assure you that half of New Yorkers are his fans. If you say this in public, you will lose your job. Nothing can save you."

"Go in. Be careful, shoot immediately if you are in danger. But it's best not to kill Feilong, it's very troublesome to kill him, and it's hard to explain."

From the entrance of the supermarket to the scene of the shooting, the distance was only 40 meters, and it took the police three minutes to arrive.

At this time, Wells had already received a call from Lindsay, and he was so frightened that he lost his soul.

He hung up Lindsay and called Grant as he rushed out.

"Damn it, if you don't answer the phone, I'll ask Feilong to apply for a deal."

He rang a few times and still didn't get through, so anxious that he started cursing directly.

"Hello, Mr. Wells..."

"Listen to me, Grant, Feilong was shot by gangsters in the supermarket..."

"what!"

Grant bit his tongue over there.

"Now is not the time to be surprised. Act now. He needs protection from being killed by the police. You know their habits. The hostage is their first target, and then the gangsters."

"Oh, I see, where the hell is he now?"

While answering the phone, Grant grabbed the car keys and ran out.

Fortunately, Zhao Dong was not killed by the police this time. He was protected by the name Nix, and the police sent him to the hospital.

He was with him, and the Chinese boss, who was not killed, was also shot in the stomach.

On the other side, Zhao Dong was carried into the ambulance.

Zhao Dong looked okay, the shot in the leg missed an artery, the bleeding was not heavy, and there was no danger, the serious one was the shot in the right chest.

But he felt that the shot didn't hit his lungs, because his breathing was completely fine. If the bullet had entered his lungs, it would have been a mess, and he could have tasted it in his last life.

"No, I'm breathing fine."

After getting into the ambulance, the nurse wanted to give Zhao Dong oxygen, but Zhao Dong stopped him.

"It's a good sign."

The emergency doctor also breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to check Zhao Dong's wound,

Lindsay knelt in the corner of the ambulance, holding Zhao Dong's head in her hands and crying.

"It's okay, Ai Weier, it's just a trauma, the bullet must not have been shot in, and it will recover after a period of rest." Zhao Dong looked up at Lindsay and comforted him.

"Really, are you all right?" Lindsay cried.

"The situation is really good. The flying dragon has no breathing problems, and there is no internal bleeding, which means that the lungs were not injured by the bullet."

At this time the emergency doctor said.

After he checked, he laughed and said: "The bullet really didn't go into the lungs, it was stuck by the muscles and ribs. It's incredible, human muscles can't stop the bullets fired from close-range pistols, but It should be that the quality of the flying dragon's chest muscles is too good and very strong, which consumes the kinetic energy of the bullet, and then this rib can block it."

"call!"

Lin Saichang breathed a sigh of relief, and as soon as he relaxed, he sat down directly, feeling that there was no strength in his body.

"Are the ribs broken?" Zhao Dong asked.

The doctor checked again, shook his head, and said, "You need to take photos to find out, and you can't see it. However, there is no obvious depression in the wound site. Even if the fracture is broken, there is no dislocation. It does not need to be corrected, and it will recover very well."

Wells was the first to rush to the hospital, only to see Lindsay outside the operating room.

Lindsay seemed to be in a good mood, because before Zhao Dong entered the operating room, he was awake and seemed to be in good condition.

There were a few policemen waiting nearby, and they introduced Zhao Dong's situation to Wells, and said, "Feilong was shot in the right chest and in the left thigh, two shots in total, the blood loss was not much, he also No loss of sanity, seems to be in good condition, should not be life-threatening."

"Damn it, where are those gangsters?" Wells said angrily.

"One was killed on the spot, and the other two were arrested." The police replied.

"Flying dragons are the wealth of New York, and I'm going to keep them in prison for the rest of their lives, for the rest of their lives," Wells growled.

Several policemen shrugged and did not speak.

At this time Grant arrived, panic-stricken, and he got better after asking about the situation.

Not long after, more Knicks management personnel rushed to the hospital, and owner James Dowland also rushed over.

Sun Zhenping and Zhang Lili, who were stationed in New York, rushed over after getting the news, and their faces were very pale.

In the operating room of the emergency department, the attending doctor Mai Ke is examining Zhao Dong's gunshot wound and preparing for the operation.

Zhao Dong was in good spirits, and said to Mai Ke: "I don't think there is a big problem, there is no need for general anesthesia, local anesthesia is enough."

"No no, this is my operating room, not your Nix, you have to listen to me here. I have to check first, this is a gunshot wound." McCoy said quickly.

Because Zhao Dong's condition is not bad, he had already taken pictures before entering the operating room, and Dr. Mai had already grasped the specific situation.

Neither of the two gunshot wounds hit an artery, and there was no internal bleeding in the lungs. A rib in the chest was hit by a bullet, but it was not completely broken. Only a partial comminuted fracture occurred. No bones were broken.

So the operation is very simple, just take out the bullet and suture the wound.

"Oh, this is amazing, Feilong, your chest muscles are so high quality that they can actually block the impact force of a bullet?"

Dr. Mai started the chat mode while preparing for the operation.

"I think it's enough to just pull it out. Do you want me to do it myself? My hands are relatively strong. If I do it myself, I won't have to pay for the surgery on this wound, right?" Zhao Dong laughed.

"Pfft!"

A fat nurse laughed.

"Oh, Feilong, I'm the doctor, okay? You can't take my job, and you can't cut my surgery fee by one cent." Mai Ke said helplessly.

"But you are right, just pull it out." Then he said again.

At this point the anesthetist applied local anesthesia to the wound.

After the effect of anesthesia came out, Dr. Mai took a pair of tweezers, took a minute to pull out the bullet, and then began to clean the wound, including the tissue on the muscle burnt by the bullet, and a little bit of rib debris.

"Amazing! How do you build your muscles? You do a great job of strength training!"

He sighed again, explaining to the others: "It seems to be thanks to his strong muscles that the bullet lost its kinetic energy.

But in fact, I think it is the problem of the bullet, or it has less gunpowder, resulting in insufficient kinetic energy. Otherwise, in the case of close-range shooting, it is absolutely impossible for human muscles to block the bullet.Of course, his ribs are also very tough, which is also very surprising to me, considering that ribs are not tough.

Are your bones made of alloy? "

The last sentence he said was to Zhao Dong, who said with a smile: "I saw you took out some of my broken bones, are they made of alloy? Actually, I agree with your guess, it's the problem of the bullet , I'm lucky."

"Haha! It's an amazing thing to be on the operating table with a guy who's been shot twice."

Dr. Mac complained.

The wound is then disinfected, and finally sutured.

In the shot on the left leg, the bullet also pierced through the muscle, embedded in the thick thigh bone, pulled it out and sewed it up.

The condition of this wound is better, the femur is much thicker than the ribs, there is no fracture, only a little broken bone.

"Lady Luck is protecting you. The shot in the leg was only one centimeter away from the aorta. It hit the aorta. You may not even be able to wait to be sent here."

Doctor Mac sighed again.

"It seems that if the Knicks can survive the first two rounds, Dragon, you can still catch up with the Eastern Conference finals, and our hope of winning the championship is still there."

A male nurse even expected Zhao Dong to return to the court as soon as possible.

"You will see the Knicks win the championship again." Zhao Dong laughed.

It took 10 minutes, Zhao Dong's two gunshot wounds were treated, and then walked out of the operating room by himself.

"Damn it, doctor, how can you let him come out by himself? Why not operate?" When seeing Zhao Dong come out by himself, Grant was going crazy.

"Husband?" Lindsay was also dumbfounded.

"It's all right, the operation is over, we can go home and make dinner after recording the statement." Zhao Dong explained with a smile.

Now he is in a good mood. He has escaped a catastrophe. If he survives a catastrophe, he will be blessed. Maybe he can successfully defend his title this year?

(End of this chapter)