447: You forced me to do this.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen bullets came flying over.

Pan Han shielded Wang Doudou against his chest, using his own back to take the attack head-on.

At this moment, his aura surged, and his muscles tightened, becoming as hard as steel.

"Ah!!" Wang Doudou didn't know what was happening, and after being held by Pan Han, she exclaimed loudly.

"Ah!!" The security guard nearby was shot in the back of the head; the bullet passed through his skull and flew out from his forehead, spraying blood and brain matter onto the wall and Pan Han.

"Ah!!" Yan Xiaoli heard that the gunshots were wrong, glanced over here, discovered someone was attacking with guns, and also screamed.

Bang, bang, bang!

Bullets struck Pan Han's back, making muffled sounds.

"Hiss!" Pan Han gasped, his teeth bared in agony.

Several bullets didn't penetrate his body but were blocked by his bones and fell to the ground.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, Pan Han pushed Wang Doudou away, his figure flashed, and he appeared beside the two gunmen.

"You're courting death!" Pan Han roared and slashed out with two palms.

"Ah, ah!" The two gunmen were struck by his palm strikes and instantly collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

From the gunmen shooting to Pan Han making his move, it took no more than two seconds.

Everything was over!

"Ah!! What's going on?" Once Wang Doudou regained her senses and climbed up from the ground, she shouted while running.

Yan Xiaoli threw away her pistol and also sprinted toward Pan Han.

Pan Han sat on the ground, his back riddled with seven or eight bloody holes, blood oozing out.

He tilted his head to look at the two gunmen; they had the faces of Dragon Country people. He sighed, kicked the pistols far away, and then took out his phone to call Guo Jing.

Wang Doudou could no longer handle this scene.

She could only wait for the state's people to arrive.

"Are you okay?" Wang Doudou arrived at Pan Han's side, saw the injuries on his back, and immediately crouched down to ask.

"I'm fine. Hurry and close the venue; no one is allowed to leave." Pan Han said, panting.

"What on earth is going on?" Wang Doudou's brain was still in a state of shutdown; she couldn't react at all.

Pan Han's gaze narrowed, and an aura was transmitted out, then he said, "Listen to me, go close the venue."

Receiving the aura, Wang Doudou suddenly calmed down, nodded, and ran toward the outside.

"Help me up." After sending Wang Doudou away, Pan Han said to Yan Xiaoli.

"Okay!"

Yan Xiaoli supported Pan Han, slowly walked to the seat by the wall, and sat down slowly.

"Go find some rope and tie these two up."

"Ah? I'm scared!" Yan Xiaoli was still in a state of terror, her hands and feet cold and numb, her chest heaving with gasps.

"Even if you're scared, you have to go! Otherwise, what if they wake up later?"

Pan Han trusted his control over his power; these two would likely be asleep for half a day, but it's better to be safe than sorry, so it's better to tie them up.

"Okay!" Yan Xiaoli forcibly adjusted her breathing, let out a forceful breath, and still stood up and walked over.

A few minutes later, she found suitable rope, but she didn't know how to tie people up, so she could only tie two tight knots fiercely, checked them, and then returned to Pan Han's side.

"What do we do next?"

"Wait!" Pan Han moved his body; although it hurt, there was nothing seriously wrong, so he pulled out a cigarette and had Yan Xiaoli light it for him.

"Damn, your back is still bleeding! We need to stop the bleeding immediately." Yan Xiaoli checked Pan Han's injuries again and exclaimed loudly.

"Don't bother, I'll take care of it myself."

After saying this, Pan Han channeled his energy and sealed the meridians that were bleeding.

"If only I were a high-level evolver; bullets definitely wouldn't be able to penetrate, and even if they did, they would automatically heal."

At this moment, Pan Han's mind was filled with thoughts of evolution; if he didn't have to wait for Guo Jing, he would want to return to the apocalypse right now.

Fifteen minutes later, Pan Han heard the roar of a helicopter coming from the roof.

"Good grief, they flew straight here." Pan Han gave a bitter smile.

Thump, thump, thump!

A series of rapid footsteps approached from afar, and Guo Jing arrived with a large team.

"How are you?"

As soon as he entered the door, Guo Jing rushed over and asked.

"Cough, cough, I won't die." Pan Han replied calmly.

"Go get treated immediately! Leave this place to me."

Guo Jing waved his hand at the people behind him, and two agents came up to support Pan Han as they walked toward the helicopter.

"No need. I have urgent matters to attend to first. Old Guo, send more people to protect my family." Pan Han waved his hand, refusing the agents' support.

"How can that be? You're injured now."

Guo Jing naturally wouldn't agree, and Yan Xiaoli also shook Pan Han's arm, signaling him not to leave.

"Don't worry! I'm fine! In 48 hours, I will look for you again. Old Guo, you must find out who this group of people is!"

After saying this, Pan Han broke free from everyone and ran toward the restroom.

"You..." Guo Jing's gaze narrowed. He had never seen this kind of expression on Pan Han before—a feeling as if he wanted to slaughter his way through the world.

Pan Han ran into the restroom, closed the door, the space fluctuated slightly, and he appeared in Dawn Base.

"Ah?" Ellie shouted. The sudden appearance of the injured Pan Han before her caught her off guard.

"Help me stitch up my wounds." Pan Han whispered, telling her not to make a scene.

He knew Ellie had learned this kind of thing and didn't need to trouble others, and besides, half of the bullets were still exposed; to put it bluntly, these were just flesh wounds.

"Okay!" The next second, Ellie had regained her true nature as a killer, turned around, and went into the room to get disinfectant and needle and thread.

Pan Han took off his coat and undershirt, looked in the mirror to examine his injuries, and his gaze gradually turned cold and grim.

A full eight bullet holes; what kind of grudge is this, damn it!

They were aiming for his life!

Once found out, kill them all!

"It will be a little painful, bear with it." Ellie stood quietly behind him and said softly.

"Mm. Proceed." Pan Han nodded.

It's strange to say, but in so many battles in the apocalypse, he had never received a gunshot wound.

Who would have thought he would fall in his own world!

It's just damn ridiculous!

Damn it all!

A slight pain interrupted Pan Han's thoughts; the strength of his body and spiritual sense gave him a very high pain tolerance.

Ordinary people would need anesthesia, but he could even take the opportunity to appreciate Ellie's pained expression.

This woman's eye sockets were already moist.

Eight bullet heads were removed, and she began to stitch the wounds.

Pan Han took the bullet heads to examine them; they looked like 9mm bullets, but the color at the front of the bullet heads seemed a bit wrong.

He brought them close to his nose to smell them, and Pan Han was shocked: "There's actually poison!"

"What?" Ellie's hand trembled noticeably.

"This is because they were afraid that if they couldn't kill me with the shots, they would poison me to death. Heh heh!"

Pan Han showed the bullet heads in his hand to Ellie for observation.

"Who are they?" Ellie asked with a trembling voice.

"I don't know. I just came back from our world; I got injured there. I'm investigating."

"Okay!" Ellie stopped getting distracted and focused intently on stitching the wounds.

More than ten minutes later, the two of them sat on the sofa; he had a cigarette in his mouth, feeling the condition of his wounds.

"Mm, they should be healing rapidly." Pan Han felt his back itching, so he said to Ellie.

"It's a pity I can't go back to help you."

"Don't worry! I'll go to the Myanmar Northern Region in half an hour to transport some things over. You go call Cheng Xiao back. Let's discuss something!"

"Yes! I'll go right now." Ellie nodded and immediately went downstairs.

A smoke ring drifted toward the ceiling, and Pan Han closed his eyes and slowly said: "You forced my hand."