Zhang Yuanqing was glad that he retreated quickly.

"Walk!"

The barrel-like Baker crashed into the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office area like a chariot. With the sound of glass shattering and countless glass slags splashing, he jumped down from dozens of stories of high-rise buildings.

He was very decisive, seeing that he could not take down the enemy in a short time, he retreated immediately.

Yul Ban staggered to follow, leaping out of the French windows.

"Don't chase." Mr. Bill leaned his back against the wall, panting heavily.

I definitely won't chase. If I really want to chase, I have to look at my face. Maybe the haze will turn into a bloody disaster. Zhang Yuanqing stood still, covering his mouth and nose.

A few seconds later, Mr. Bill pulled himself together, hurriedly took off his black shoes, looked at Zhang Yuanqing, and said:

"Take Annie to my office, she has a gunshot wound that needs to be dealt with."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded slightly, took back the hypnosis box, went to the corner and hugged Annie horizontally, walked through the office area, and followed Bill to the luxurious and spacious office area.

Along the way, the employees of Ante Pharmaceuticals were still in a coma and did not wake up.

The entire company was in a mess. The "bomberman's wild noise" caused a large area of ??collapse. The fire activated the security system, and the sprinklers on the ceiling sprayed out powerful water.

With the wounded and dead lying all over the place, it was like a scene after a war.

Mr. Bill pushed open the heavy wooden door of the office, strode to the wine cabinet, poured himself a glass of spirits without saying a word, and drank it with his head held high.

Zhang Yuanqing noticed that his left hand convulsed violently, his right leg was dripping with blood, and the scarlet viscous liquid was dripping down the leg of his trousers.

Mr. Bill took out a carved wooden goat's head, and put the wine glass to the mouth of the goat's head.

A turquoise liquid flowed from the goat's mouth. Obviously, it was a prop, a prop for the wood demon profession.

After taking half a glass, he drank it all in one gulp, his pale face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he breathed out:

"I'm not seriously injured. There's no need to use life essence. That would cost too much, and a loss-making business doesn't conform to our businessman's style."

As he spoke, he glanced at Annie who was placed on the sofa, and said:

"She was shot. Before the treatment, the bullet needs to be taken out. Mr. Yuan Shi, I will leave it to you."

Zhang Yuanqing looked at Annie, whose back was stained red with blood, and then at the old man:

"Come on, I don't know how to do surgery."

"No, no need!" Bill shook his head: "Just cut it open and take it out, the vitality of the saint is not so fragile."

He put down his wine glass, glanced at Anne's pale but beautiful sleeping face, shrugged:

"It's not convenient for me to handle it for her, hurry up, she's seriously injured.

"After taking out the warhead, feed her a cup of healing potion."

He pointed to the carved wooden goat's head.

He said it as if it was convenient for me. Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart, and didn't refuse any more. He took out his mobile phone and called Fu Qingyang.

"Master, the battle at the International Building has been resolved, and the two saints have absconded. Judging by their reactions when they left, the club's senior management should not be in ambush nearby. JrNovels.com