At the same time, Ning An also saw it!

A panic flashed in her eyes. This man had a gun!

There were no bricks on the ground, and even if there were, they could not be seen at all. Ning An quickly rubbed a large ball of snow from the ground and smashed it into the thief's face!

"Ah..." The thief was only concerned about fighting with Song Shaoyan for a dagger and forgot about this woman.

The snowball hit the thief's face, the white snow covered his face, and the cold snow water penetrated into his eyes.

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

The thief couldn't open his eyes, pulled the trigger, and fired a few shots at Song Shaoyan.

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

Song Shaoyan dodged, but the bullet penetrated his calves, and blood suddenly surged like a spring.

It was also in an instant that Song Shaoyan fired!

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

Ning An stepped forward and picked up the gun that fell from the snow and pointed it at the thief.

At this moment, the wind was strong and the snow was not falling, and the surroundings were cold.

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

The thief could no longer struggle, and Song Shaoyan did not shoot at him again. If he fired again, he would have overdefended.

Ning An had never taken the gun, and her hands were shaking. She held it with one hand and took out her cell phone in the other to call the hospital.

"Put down the gun, he can't run away." Song Shaoyan looked up at her, with a slightly flashing luster in his dull eyes, and the corners of his lips seemed to be raised, "You are not in a good position to hold the gun."

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

The thief was lying on the ground in pain and hummed, blood flowing out of his arms, and he almost curled up in the snow.

Song Shaoyan was still holding a gun in his hand, and was there any smell of gunpowder dissipated in the air?

Ning An saw his legs bleeding, and the blood had dyed his suit pants red.

Ning An squatted down and scurriedly untied the scarf from the handle of the backpack.

Because she usually has to take care of Xiao Candy, she has learned bandaging techniques. She trembled and pierced the wound for him, and her hands were still shaking.

"The bullet has to be taken out at the hospital. Stop the blood first. Don't move, the doctor will come immediately." Ning An's voice was also a little trembling.

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 keeps blowing.

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

The wind blew up Ning'an's black hair. When she occasionally looked up, she happened to meet Song Shaoyan's eyes.

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

Song Shaoyan chuckled: "Does life matter or baggage matter? Hum?"

"Fate." She did not hesitate.

"Since you know, you dare to fight him just now?"

Ning'an was in a state of injustice, lowered his eyelashes and said nothing.

She really didn't know that this thief was so brave. She just robbed on the street on Christmas Eve, but she also carried a dagger and a gun on her body.

If she was shot from behind by a thief when she was just running away...

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