My Little Mom is the Richest

A violent impact felt from Wang Fuqu's head, and he was thrown into the operating room by the officer. Feeling dizzy, everything in front of you seems blurry. The officer's figure ran forward, only one step away from the pistol.

Wang Fuqu suppressed the turmoil in her stomach and reached out to pick up the submachine gun from a dead soldier. At the same time, the officer also got the pistol. The officer turned around and the two fired at the same time.

The officer was beaten back repeatedly by the very fast-shooting submachine gun. The pistol in his hand only fired one shot, and there was no chance! Looking at Wang Fuqu in shock, he slowly fell down.

His shot didn't miss Wang Fuqu, but it didn't kill him in one blow. The bullet passed directly through Wang Fuqu's left arm and tore Wang Fuqu's entire arm! The blatant power of the large-caliber pistol made Wang Fuqu feel a little scared.

If the bullet had hit him in the chest, he would be dead. The footsteps had already reached this level. Wang Fuqu endured the severe pain and staggered towards the door.

The muzzle of a gun was exposed from the door. Wang Fuqu raised the gun and fired, directly killing the soldier at the front. When the bullets of the submachine gun ran out, Wang Fuqu quickly put down the submachine gun in his hand and closed the door. Violent gunshots rang out outside the door.

The soldiers following behind fired at the door with guns, but the carbon alloy door remained unmoved at all. The bullets left only a trace on it, not even a crater.

Wang Fuqu used his last strength to lock the door. He didn't know if anyone outside had any other keys to open the door. All he could do now was wait in this room, waiting for rescue or death.

After resting for a while, Wang Fuqu stood up and walked towards the operating room. The doctor stopped after hearing the gunfire. He was frightened. Although he had always known that the patient was a soldier, he saw five corpses falling in front of him at such a close distance.

This feeling is still uncomfortable, and the nurse beside me has fainted from fright. The doctor watched Wang Fuqu walking towards him. Wang Fuqu threw away the submachine gun without bullets in his hand, picked up another one, and knocked on the door of the operating room with the tip of the gun.

He signaled the doctor to open the door. The doctor did not dare to be disobedient. He knew that the operating room in this room was not bulletproof. Its main function was to provide a sterile environment for performing surgeries so that soldiers outside could detect any abnormalities. He was shot dead!

The doctor opened the door to the operating room and saw a pale Wang Fuqu walking in. Wang Fuqu stopped in front of two operating tables. He looked at Yang Zhen and it seemed that the years had left nothing on the old man's body.

He looked like a middle-aged man who had been ill for a long time. Except for his extremely ugly face, other aspects were as he should be at his age. He glanced at Wang Fuqu with an expression of disgust on his face, then turned to look at Mu Xue on the other side.

He was the one who brought her here, and now he was the one helping her. He didn't know whether he owed Mu Xue Wang Fuqu or it didn't matter. It was just his last thought that brought her back from hell. This might be the last good thing he did in this world.

Her young and immature face was facing Wang Fuqu, with the corners of her mouth turned up. She was probably dreaming of something happy about herself. Wang Fuqu casually injected a dose of anesthetic into his left arm. His left hand was disabled, but the pain was still there. . ,,.