Zhang Kun had already noticed it when the last white man with a gun moved.

With the unity of man and nature, Zhang Kun's energy was spread all over the room. No one in the room could escape his senses. However, he was not moved and his figure still rushed towards the two white men opposite.

However, when Zhang Kun discovered that the last white man with a gun had pulled out his pistol and pointed the muzzle at Thomson, Zhang Kun moved his eyes slightly, and then threw the short knife in his hand without thinking.

The short sword with a flashing edge and a sound of breaking through the air almost instantly stabbed the last white man's right hand holding a gun, and penetrated his wrist hard. Under the impact of huge force, coupled with the severe pain of his wrist being pierced, the gun in the white man's hand flew out fiercely.

At this time, the two white men with guns opposite Zhang Kun suddenly condensed their eyes, grabbed the flaws that Zhang Kun threw out the short knife in an instant, and fired several shots in a row.

Zhang Kun quickly dodged, but in the end, a bullet passed through Zhang Kun's chest.

Zhang Kun groaned, but his expression on his face did not change at all. Instead, his figure was a little faster. Just a few seconds after being shot, he rushed to the front of the two white men.

The left palm slapped the muzzle that had just moved from the white man's hand to fly away. At the same time, the right palm knife instantly cut it on the side of the white man's neck and above the human artery blood vessels.

The huge force in an instant completely blocked the blood vessels, causing the brain to be instantly ischemia, hypoxia, and dizziness.

After cutting out one palm, Zhang Kun's figure instantly came to the white man next to him, bent down, bowed, and tiger fist...

A fist with spiral force hit the white man hard in the abdomen.

At that moment, the white man seemed to be hit by the punch and then he was forced to bend down. At the same time, the huge force of the punch passed through his body, and a burst of tearing sounds were heard, and the clothes on the white man's back were torn apart.

Afterwards, another high-five knife hit the vagus nerve behind the white man's neck, knocking him out.

Finally, Zhang Kun moved his feet and the pistol that fell to the ground was kicked hard by Zhang Kun to a corner of the far room.

At this time, the last white man, after seeing the instant flip of the form in front of him, decisively discarded his four companions and rushed towards the door of the room.

But just as he had just run a few steps, Thomson roared angryly and his whole body rushed towards the last white man. A huge bear hit the white man hard onto the wall. The huge force even made the whole room tremble.

The moment he hit the wall, Thomson grabbed the short knife on the white man's wrist and stabbed it hard towards the wall. The sharp blade was deeply trapped in Thomson's huge power.

An unparalleled howl of pain, the last white man struggled violently, but Thomson held the short knife with one hand and pressed the white man tightly with the other hand, making the white man completely unable to move.

Then, Thomson looked at the white man near him with bloodthirsty and red eyes. His huge bald head slowly raised and then hit the white man hard on his forehead.

One, two, three...

The head hit the head, and the huge force hit the wall behind him made a dull sound.

Until seven sounds, Thomson's smooth head was covered with blood on his face, and the white man who was pressed tightly against the wall was now only breathing faintly, his eyes turned white, and he was completely unconscious.

At this time, Zhang Kun had already found two bundles from the room. The remaining ropes left during the renovation were a finger-thick hemp rope. He threw a bundle in front of Thomson and said lightly: "Tie them all."

After saying that, Zhang Kun also picked up a bundle, and then walked to the two white men with guns. Both of them were completely unconscious. Zhang Kun turned their hands behind them and locked them together tightly with hemp ropes.

Afterwards, Zhang Kun came to the first white man holding the knife, squatted down, and was about to tie him up, suddenly, Zhang Kun felt a violent stinging pain in his mind.

The energy that spread throughout the room instantly dissipated. At the same time, a burst of severe pain came from the body, and a mouthful of blood suddenly surged out of Zhang Kun's mouth. Zhang Kun felt that his eyes began to gradually become blurred. Then, a dizzy sound was heard, and Zhang Kun fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Two screams of exclamations came from the room in an instant.

"Mr. Zhang."

"Zhang Xiansen."

Zhang Kun's mouth moved, but he no longer had the strength to open his mouth, and then his eyes fell into darkness.

...

After a while, Zhang Kun heard a hurried voice in his ears.

"Hurry, someone is shot here and sent to the operating room."

"General anesthesia, check the injured area."

"I was shot everywhere in my body, shot on my left shoulder, bullets remained, my little arm on my right hand was scratched, my right thigh penetrated, my third rib and the fourth rib on my left side of my chest were shot, and my lung lobe was injured..."

"Doctor, the patient had a pneumothoracic reaction, the lung lobe began to collapse, the left lung lobe was bleeding, and the alveolar bleeding..."

“Performing thoracic surgery.”

...

Listening to the hazy sound, after a while, Zhang Kun gradually fell into the darkness again.

Not sure how long, Zhang Kun felt a ray of light slowly appearing in front of his eyes, and then his eyes looked towards the light, and slowly, a small gap appeared in front of him.

"The patient is awake, doctor, the patient is awake." A sudden burst of surprise sounds came from the side, followed by rapid footsteps.

Zhang Kun tried hard to open his eyes and raised his head slightly, but could only look at the back of a little girl in a white nurse's uniform running out of the room.

Zhang Kun withdrew his gaze and looked slightly at the white paint on the ceiling above his head. He felt the fresh oxygen coming from the oxygen hood on his mouth and nose. Zhang Kun's mouth moved slightly, barely squeezing out a slightly ugly smile.

This is going to the hospital again, but it's great to be alive!

...

Twenty minutes later.

After finishing the examination of Zhang Kun, a doctor put down the stethoscope and nodded to the people beside the bed: "The patient has just woken up and is still weak. If you have anything to ask, it is recommended to speed up, and it is best not to take more than half an hour. What patients need most now is rest."

After saying that, the doctor nodded to Zhang Kun, then turned around and left the ward.

Zhang Kun lay on the hospital bed that was slightly shaken at about 30 degrees, and then looked at the three people next to the hospital bed, Liang Bi, Cui Chuanchang, and Thomson, and his heart was slightly relieved. Fortunately, his parents were not here, so they probably didn't know.
Chapter completed!