Chapter 3447 Really Dead

However, facing the questioning of the Indians, the doctor smiled and said, "Sir, don't worry, I have a document here."

"You guys take a look."

While speaking, the doctor took out a notebook from the trolley and handed it to the leading Indians.

Seeing his actions, all the Indians breathed a sigh of relief, subconsciously feeling that this was a real doctor.

But just as these Indians relaxed their vigilance, the doctor suddenly waved his hands, and the bottles and jars on his cart were instantly smashed out.

Then with a "boom", a pungent breath spread out.

The first few Indians caught off guard and foamed at the same time when they smelled these gases.

The remaining nearly ten Indians changed their faces, and they all quickly took out the firearms on their bodies.

"Don't move!"

"Who are you??"

The threat had no effect, but instead made the doctor's expression become more and more indifferent. He saw him wave his hands and the scalpel hidden in his hand flew out directly.

"ah--"

A shrill scream came out, and the Indians covered their arms and collapsed on the ground, with their expressions so hard that they could see the extreme.

Immediately afterwards, ignoring these severely injured Indians, the doctor kicked open the door of the special care unit, and then walked directly to Fan A San.

"puff--"

With his hands lifted his sword, Fan A San, who had become a vegetable, tilted his head and completely lost his breath.

"Son of a bitch!"

"You actually dare to attack Mr. Fan!"

Seeing this scene, all the Indians who were limping on the ground outside forced to stand up. Although they could not use firearms, they all pulled out the daggers on their waists with their left hands to expel them.

Because they knew very well that once Fana San died, if they could not leave the murderer behind, they would be finished.

After a moment of fighting, the doctor's face finally appeared under the light for the first time.

But at this moment, an Indian man had already recognized him.

"Ye Hao!"

"It's you bastard!"

"You actually dare to kill Mr. Fan!"

Several of these Indians had met Ye Hao in the bar before.

Now that they recognized Ye Hao's face, they were immediately furious.

"Bang bang bang--"

The doctor did not speak, but snatched the firearm from one of the Indians and shot three of the Indians on the spot. Then he rolled to the windowsill of the corridor and jumped down.

This action was done in one go, flowing, and it was obvious that it was a master, and he often did such things.

"Son of a bitch!"

The remaining few Indians staggered to the window, and some people grabbed the firearm with their left hand and pulled the trigger, but they had lost their function.

The figure of the doctor disappeared into the night instantly.

"Quick! Hurry!"

"See if Mr. Fan is still saved!"

A group of Indians ran into the special care unit with gritted teeth, and then they saw the body of Fana San who had lost his breath.

Dead!

Really dead!

All of these Indians were cold all over and didn't react when they were angry just now.

Now that they realized that things were in a big way.

"Hurry, report to Mr. Van Abu and tell him that his brother was killed..."

This dark night is destined to be sleepless.

At this time, the doctor was already familiar with the road and came to the alley outside the hospital.

Here, a car that had been prepared was waiting for him.


Chapter completed!