69novels Chapter 208
Chapter 208
Suddenly, her hand quickly groped in her hair, and in the blink of an eye, she found a silver needle.
The silver needle flashed coldly in the sun, and she stabbed Lin Zhengsong's gun-holding hand without hesitation.
Lin Zhengsong's gun-holding hand was very close to Huang Que's head. The incident happened too suddenly, and he had no time to react.
The silver needle instantly passed through his palm, and a long cut was immediately made on his hand, and blood gushed out.
The pistol also fell to the ground in this sudden change, making a dull sound.
Seeing this, Huang Que turned sideways and kicked Lin Zhengsong fiercely.
This kick looked light and seemed to have little strength, but when it kicked Lin Zhengsong's stomach, it burst out with amazing power.
Lin Zhengsong, a muscular man, was forced to step back several steps by the power of this kick, and a look of pain appeared on his face.
Then, Huang Que slightly raised her lips, revealing a confident smile, and quickly reached out to grab the pistol on the ground.
Just as her fingers were about to touch the pistol, Lin Le reacted quickly and kicked the gun to Lin Zhengsong's feet.
Lin Zhengsong hurriedly ignored the bloody wound on his hand and hurriedly reached out to grab the gun at his feet. But at this moment, Huang Que stabbed him with a silver needle again.
"If the tiger doesn't show its power, do you think I'm hellkity?!"
Seeing this, Lin Zhengsong's anger was instantly ignited.
He has been fighting in the war zone for many years and has never been hurt by a woman.
This is simply a great shame for him. His face flushed slightly with anger, and his eyes were burning with anger.
Then, Lin Zhengsong kicked Huang Que's hand suddenly, and she felt pain instantly, and the silver needle fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Seeing the silver needle fall, Huang Que's face changed slightly, and he took out a small dagger from his body and slashed it towards Lin Zhengsong.
But Lin Zhengsong quickly dodged it and kicked Huang Que's hand again.
Then, he quickly stretched out his sandbag-sized fist, like a cannonball, and smashed it towards Huang Que fiercely.
Seeing this, Huang Que hurriedly stretched out her hand to block this powerful punch.
When the fist touched her palm, a huge force came from her hand, as if she was hit by a heavy hammer. Suddenly, her hands were numb and she almost lost consciousness.
Lin Zhengsong's attacks followed one after another. Each of his attacks was with powerful force and precise angles, making it difficult to dodge. Blood dripped onto the ground as he swung.
The rain-like attack made Huang Que a little defenseless.
"Zhengsong, get out of the way."
Lin Le took out a gun and shot Huang Que.
His patience was limited, and there was no need to show mercy to this group of people.
"Bang"
He hit the yellow bird's leg, but to his surprise, it seemed to miss, and the yellow bird didn't react at all.
Taking advantage of the short time when the yellow bird was stunned, Lin Zhengsong keenly seized the opportunity.
He quickly stretched out his powerful big hand, like a fierce eagle claw, ready to grab the yellow bird.
However, she quickly reacted from her brief absence, and her movements were very agile.
Seeing this, Lin Zhengsong hurriedly pulled hard, but unfortunately he only tore her coat pocket.
The things inside also scattered out.
A lipstick, a small bottle of nail polish, a small mirror.
There was also a piece of paper flying in the air.
No, it should be said that it was a painting.
Lin Le's pupils shrank sharply in an instant, and his eyes were attracted by a magnet, staring closely at the painting that was slowly falling to the ground.
In this painting, a little boy has an innocent smile on his face, and he is holding a delicate paper crane in his tender little hands.
At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind.
Yes, he suddenly remembered that the old lady selling paintings he met before once said that the painting in her hand was given to her by a girl.
The girl had short hair, and her voice was like a yellow bird.
Lin Le's eyes slowly moved away from the painting and turned to look at the yellow bird that was fighting fiercely with Lin Zhengsong not far away. His eyes were full of shock and disbelief.
"Cha Cha..."
"Wait, Zhengsong, stop first!" Lin Le shouted to Lin Zhengsong.
"What's wrong, Mr. Lin..."
Although Lin Zhengsong was confused, he still stopped.
Lin Le's voice was trembling slightly, and he asked Huang Que: "Are you Cha Cha?"
Huang Que was confused, and she shook her numb hands: "What Cha?"
"Have you ever lost your memory? And then were you rescued?" Lin Le asked again anxiously.
Huang Que smiled and folded her arms: "Sorry, I'm not like you.I am not an orphan, and I have not lost my memory."
Hearing this, Lin Le's face changed, and he was even more shocked. How could this be possible?
"Then how did you get this painting?" Lin Le picked up the painting and held it in his hand.
"Of course I drew it myself. What? Is there any problem, handsome guy?"
The yellow bird smiled cunningly, and then retreated towards the woods on the side of the road. She was very fast, and her figure seemed to blend into the night, and soon disappeared in the mysterious woods.
"Mr. Lin, I'll go after her. "
Lin Zhengsong glanced in the direction of the yellow bird, picked up the pistol he had kicked away from the ground, and then quickly chased after it into the woods.
Looking at the direction the two left, Lin Le was stunned.
Is this yellow bird Cha Cha?
Lin Le picked up the painting in his hand and looked at it again and again.
It must be correct, it is exactly the same scene that Cha Cha painted that year.
And the description of the old lady last time, the same short hair, the same crisp and pleasant voice like the yellow bird, the yellow bird must be the one who painted the old lady.
But why did she act as if she didn't know anything when she asked her?
From the reaction of the yellow bird just now, she didn't seem to be lying.
She is not an orphan, nor has she lost her memory, nor is she Cha Cha.
So what's the matter with this painting?
The figure of Cha Cha in the past appeared in Lin Le's mind.
Every bit of the two people's getting along seemed to be just yesterday.
Is the yellow bird really not Cha Cha?
This is just a coincidence?
Maybe Cha Cha really was is dead.
"Boom"
The sound of heartbeat gradually increased in his head, and Lin Le felt a violent pain in his heart.
Here it comes again.
Every time when the emotions fluctuate too much, the heart will always feel pain.
This time the pain seems to be more intense than before.
The sound of heartbeat keeps echoing in his head, and the heart rate keeps speeding up.
A feeling of hypoxia and dizziness came, and Lin Le walked into the car in a daze and took out a plastic bag from his pocket.
There were syringes and injections in it. injection, and two bottles of light blue medicine.
This is the medicine that Xingchen left for him. It can be injected to relieve pain when the disease attacks.
Lin Le injected the medicine into the vein, and after a while, his heart rate slowly dropped.
Then came a vague dizziness and sleepiness.
This is the side effect of this medicine. Every injection will make you feel very tired.
Lin Le sent a text message to Lin Zhengsong, asking him to come back to him after finishing his business. Then Lin Le started the car and turned to drive towards the food stall just now.