At the same time, Ning An also saw it!

Fear and panic flashed in her eyes, this man has a gun!

There were no bricks on the ground, and even if there were, they couldn't be seen at all. Ning An quickly kneaded a large ball of snow from the ground and threw it at the thief's face!

"Ah..." The thief was only focused on fighting for the dagger with Song Shaoyan and forgot about this woman.

The snowball hit the thief in the face, white snow covered his face, and cold snow water seeped into his eyes.

While the thief was distracted for a moment, Song Shaoyan snatched his dagger and threw it a few meters away. At the same time, his hand pressed a mechanism of the wheelchair, and a black pistol was hidden in the darkness of the wheelchair.

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Unable to open his eyes, the thief pulled the trigger and fired several shots at Song Shaoyan.

Just when the bullet almost flew over, Ning An pushed his wheelchair away: "Be careful!"

Song Shaoyan dodged, but the bullet penetrated his calf, and blood suddenly gushed out.

Also at that moment, Song Shaoyan fired!

He had excellent eyesight, and with a bang, the bullet hit the thief's wrist, and the gun fell from the thief's hand.

Ning An took a big step forward, picked up the gun that fell in the snow, and pointed it at the thief.

At this moment, the wind was very strong, the snow was not falling, and it was freezing cold all around.

But Ning'an's heart was beating rapidly, and the smell of blood in the air made her very uneasy.

The thief could no longer struggle, and Song Shaoyan did not shoot at him again. If he did, he would be overly defensive.

Ning An had never picked up a gun, and the hand holding the gun was shaking. She held it in one hand and took out her mobile phone to call the hospital.

"Put down the gun, he can't run away." Song Shaoyan raised his head and looked at her, with a slight twinkle in his dim eyes, and the corners of his lips seemed to be raised, "Your posture when holding the gun is not right."

Ning An's face turned red and white, and he was obviously very scared, but now he felt a little more embarrassed.

The thief lay on the ground groaning in pain, blood flowing from his arm, and he almost curled up on the snow.

Song Shaoyan still held the gun in his hand, and there was no smell of gunpowder in the air.

Ning An saw that his legs were bleeding, and the blood had stained his suit pants red.

Ning An squatted down and hurriedly took off the silk scarf from the handle of the backpack.

Because she usually had to take care of Little Candy, she had learned bandaging skills. She tied up his wound with trembling hands, her hands still shaking.

"You have to go to the hospital to take out the bullet. Stop the bleeding first. Don't move. The doctor will be here soon." Ning An's voice also trembled a little.

There was already a pool of blood on the ground, and the red blood fell on the white snow, like a big plum blossom blooming.

The cold wind kept blowing.

Song Shaoyan did not move. He lowered his eyelids and looked at Ning An with a low eyebrow, his face calm and gentle.

The wind blew Ning An's black hair. She occasionally raised her head and met Song Shaoyan's eyes.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, "I didn't know this would happen."

Song Shaoyan chuckled: "Is life more important or bag? Huh?"

"Fate." She didn't hesitate.

"Now that you know it, how dare you fight him just now?"

Ning'an felt sorry for herself, lowered her eyelashes and said nothing.

She really didn't know that this thief was so courageous. He even robbed someone on the street on Christmas Eve and even had a knife and a gun with him.

If she had just been shot in the back by a thief while running away...

Ning An didn't dare to think about it any more.
Chapter completed!