Chapter 3936： Grandpa got hurt

However, before they went up, he specifically ordered the fire below to cover.

They were close to the stairs on the second floor, but the people below were still some distance away from the stairs, and they didn't see something tied to the drone the first time like Sans and others did.

Everyone subconsciously wants to shoot down the flying drone according to instinct.

Ye Wangchuan is using human instinct.

The drone was shot in the next second, and the sparks from the bullet ignited the objects tied to it.

All I hear is "Boom!"

A huge flame rose up, and the heat wave that hit the face knocked off Sans and the others who had finally touched it.

He himself has rich experience and quick response. When he found that the drone was tied with dangerous objects, he got down on the opposite side and avoided it immediately.

Nie Qingru’s cronies were not as lucky as him. Those people were not as fast as he was. They were similar to the people under the stairs. They were still looking up to see what the **** was tied to the drone flying over their heads.

Before they could see clearly, their eyes were burned by the explosion, and people were also thrown out, and the fragments inevitably penetrated their bodies.

Several people hit the ground and spit out a big mouthful of water, and they passed out.

All of them, including Sans himself, were hit by the impact of the explosion, staring at their eyes. For a few seconds, their eyes were completely black, and they couldn't recover.

…

Upstairs.

The man who calmly used the weakness of human nature to repel their wave of strong attacks was also shocked to get internal injuries because he got too close.

Ye Wangchuan calmly raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, got up and tore off his clothes indifferently, and wrapped a cloth strip around the injured shoulder to temporarily stop the bleeding.

The location of his injury this time is very unfriendly. It happened to be on the right shoulder that greatly affected the flexibility of the right hand. If it were an ordinary person, he might have been frustrated.

But Ye Wangchuan didn't react too much, he simply took care of his injury, then lowered his head and moved his left wrist, bent down and picked up the gun on the ground with his left hand and walked towards the window.

The window of the Hongmeng headquarters house can overlook the situation outside, Ye Wangchuan dragged his injured right hand and approached but did not stand directly in front of the window to look.

Instead, he leaned sideways against the wall and looked down from a 45° angle.

He knew very well in his heart that with Lu Zhi's personality, it was impossible to miss the window, which is an obvious place to escape, so there must be a large number of snipers outside aiming their guns at this place.

Anyone who tries to leave through the window will be shot into a sieve by snipers outside!

He squinted and looked outside. In the dark night, he could only see a few light spots moving, but he didn't hear the sound of firefighting outside.

It seems that Jian Jin and the others are at least temporarily safe.

Ye Wangchuan lowered his brows, his face expressionless. He is a bit embarrassed now, the black hair hanging down covers his smooth forehead, and his shirt is also stained with blood, but the long legs outlined by the black pants are straight and slender, standing there still makes people feel that he is a noble man brought up by a good family. The arrogance that one should have.

Because of his current situation is very bad, Ye Wangchuan just bowed his head, started to wrap the cloth on his right shoulder tightly, took the weapon and opened the door and walked into the warehouse where Qiao Nian kept his things.

All communication inside has been cut off.

He can't even know the time accurately, and can only rely on mental arithmetic to roughly calculate how long it has passed.

Ye Wangchuan walked to the warehouse and picked up the gadgets in one of the boxes, lowering his eyes and thinking about how he could procrastinate.

... I don't know how Moxie is going.