Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 230 I'm the Boss of the Campus F4 (57)

When Zhao Zhao arrived with two people behind her, she saw this scene: a boy with a vicious look was holding He Qinglin's head and preparing to shoot, while on the other side, Ai Wen was being beaten black and blue by a group of people.

If they had arrived a few minutes later, Zhao Zhao thought the two of them would probably be dead...

Seeing that He Qinglin's situation was not good, Zhao Zhao disregarded everything else and rushed over instantly, her speed was unbelievable.

He kicked He Xingran's gun away, then punched him, sending him flying.

Zhao Zhao was very strong; he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, swallowed it, and He Xingran, with sharp eyes, shouted at the men with guns, "What are you standing there for? Shoot!"

"Bang bang bang!" Several more gunshots rang out at the scene as Zhao Zhao, carrying the badly injured Ai Wen, took cover.

Zhao Zhao's bodyguard grabbed the unused gun on the ground, which was enough to protect the other two.

Zhao Zhao quickly put Evan to a safe place. Just as Zhao Zhao was about to leave, Evan grabbed her sleeve. "Zhao Zhao?!" His eyes were swollen and he could barely open them, but he could still see the boy who had saved him from danger.

"Don't move, stay put." Zhao Zhao left those words behind and joined the battle without turning her head.

Evan was indeed unable to move; he had been beaten too badly and could only lie in the safe zone that Zhao Zhao had found for him.

With the system's items, Zhao Zhao took on a great responsibility, holding off three opponents single-handedly.

He was highly skilled in combat but had no gun, while his opponent, though not very skilled, had several guns.

"Bang!" Gunshots rang out, a hail of bullets. Anyone who didn't know the situation would think it was a gang war. However, Zhao Zhao and his group of high school students were not strong gangsters. After several exchanges, they were completely at a disadvantage.

"Holy crap, Song Zhixu!" A bullet grazed Song Zhixu's knee, instantly waking the busy Zhao Zhao.

Oh no, I completely forgot about this man with a backstory!

Next, seemingly to fit the plot, several bullets grazed past Song Zhixu, and the bodyguard protecting him, in order to shield him from the dense bullets, was shot in the arm, and blood instantly splattered onto Song Zhixu's face.

His fighting ability was greatly reduced, and Zhao Zhao was even less able to hold on.

No, the plot cannot happen under his nose.

He exerted all his strength and immediately disarmed a gun. Just as he was about to fire, He Qinglin, who had noticed him from behind, immediately grabbed his hand. "Zhaozhao, let me handle this."

This group of people are fearless and have no future, but that doesn't mean Zhao Zhao is the same. He's still young and can't kill.

Seeing that Zhao Zhao was puzzled, he casually said, "Murder is against the law."

Zhao Zhao was shocked. "Big brother, you're about to lose your life and you still care about these things?" Actually, he didn't care much about his life or future. As long as he could complete his mission and the people he cared about were safe, nothing else mattered.

After all, he didn't come into this world to enjoy happiness.

Just as she raised her hand to fire, He Qinglin snatched it away. "Give it to me." It was the first time Zhao Zhao had seen him smile; it was very gentle.

He Qinglin took out the gun, smiled gently at him, and fired a bullet without blinking. "I can't keep dragging you down with me. Let me handle this myself."

"Okay." As expected of a protagonist embodying positive energy.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhao really didn't care anymore. Song Zhixu's situation next door was not optimistic, so Zhao Zhao quickly raised her hand and pushed him to avoid a bullet.

"Holy crap, you scared me to death!" One after another, none of them made Zhao Zhao feel at ease. Song Zhixu was a little disheveled, his exquisite uniform stained with bloodstains and dirt. He looked at Zhao Zhao, somewhat dazed.

"You...you really aren't possessed?" How could someone who was previously so frail suddenly...

Zhao Zhao couldn't help but roll his eyes again. What the hell was going on?! This person was still asking him if he had been possessed by an evil spirit. He was speechless.

Next, Zhao Zhao disarmed another gun and handed it to Song Zhixu, leaving only two people with guns on the other side.