Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Looking at the child with broken legs, the crowd was silent and no one was talking, but the people at base XI held their hands on the gun, apparently tightening.

Agib was really impatient, and from the very beginning he had planned the worst, and he slowly moved his foot on the ground, pointing the gun at the back of those children.

Once the police do something, he can detonate the bomb in an instant.

One, don't even think about it!

The crowd watched the scene.

Only the season is warm.

As the crowd continued to retreat, she was finally able to see the depth of the ink between the gaps in the crowd.

She stared at Mo Jingdeep.

Everybody's backing down, he's the only one walking in.

When Mo Jingdeep's figure finally appeared, Agibuna's angry expression calmed down a few points.

“Mr. Moore!” Officer Nte was about to go up and stop, but was blocked by Mojing's slight arm lift.

“I went over there.” The deep tone of Mojing is very faint.

Nanheng on the other side knew that he could not be stopped at such a time, giving the brothers in the base an eye, and everyone raised their arms and was ready to do it.

But neither side dared to move when the two sides were deadlocked.

Mo Jingdeep's presence attracted the attention of all the people on the Ajib side.

Season warm eyes saw Ink deep into the danger circle, then looked around, she carefully hid behind the crowd.

Behind the crowd around this circle, moving slowly.

The attention of these people in Ajib is focused on Mu Jingdeep, Officer Nte, and Nam Heng. As long as they do not have any suspicious actions and orders, they are temporarily safe. They have no instructions, and no one around them dares to do it.

Just as Feng Ling arrived temporarily and was about to make a sneak attack in the back, he turned around and saw that Seasonal Warm had gone far behind the crowd.

She looked at herself and was busy going over, but there was no movement at the moment, so she took it easy and chased it as quickly as possible.

While everyone was staring at Mojing Deep, Agib looked at Dali and Dali sneered and was ready to keep Mojing Deep as the final chip to save his life.

But they didn't even realize there was someone behind it.

All the policemen are still moving backwards, and Agib sees the depth of the ink approaching within reach, and the terms of the negotiations being prepared are about to come out of nowhere, without noticing anything unusual.

That is, at this time, Mo Jingdeep found the white figure behind the crowd at the same time as Nam Heng in the crowd.

Nanheng suddenly raised his hand as Mojing's deep footsteps subsided.

Bang--

A gunshot was fired, Nanheng fired a shot at the sky, just in the moment to attract all the attention of Ageb and others, Ageb thought they were going to act, and was about to hold the gun against the deep ink of the moment, another unintended gunshot sounded in the back.

“Bang--" unlike the accent of Nan Heng's long gun, it broke out in the blink of an eye.

The moment Agib heard the voice was not reflected, he was suddenly shot in the shoulder, his hand holding the gun was instable for a moment, and the whole person swayed forward.

Officers Nanheng and Nte fired shots at the heads of Ajib and others, respectively, on the occasion of this firing.

Because Ajib and the others were too smart, counting their numbers from the beginning, everyone was in a position that they were watching, and they were unable to sneak past.

They intended to preempt, and none of them had thought of a single shot, which did open the door for them to preempt.

Feng Ling had already rushed over. Unbelievably, he looked at the seasonal warmth of the shooting, and suddenly he pressed her hand and dragged her to the trunk before being shot by Ajib's men. At the same time, he looked at the gun in the seasonal warmer's hand: “Mrs. Mo, how did you have a gun...”

Seasonal Warm has not returned from the surprise that he was able to actually shoot, and his eyes looked straight at the seal of eyes, which slowly took him back.

“Yesterday, Jingshen put a gun in my sleeve. I brought it with me before I came with you, but I didn't think it would really work...”

Seeing how brave Seasonal Warm was just now, Feng Ling smiled and said: “Good job. ”

Meanwhile, Feng Ling directly took the gun and swinging it in her hand before handing it back to her: “Put it down, I snapped the board back, I had to accidentally burn myself. ”

Season Warm remembered that the scene he had just shot was a little confusing, and suddenly he was a little timid: “Forget it, I still don't have it...”

“Stay on your body and defend yourself before you leave Cambodia.” Feng Ling said nothing, put the gun back in her cuff, then pulled the season warm and turned around and left: “Come with me first, it's not safe here! ”

And at this point, suddenly, a loud drink broke out in the crowd, and the policemen who had just been surrounded shouted in English: "Daly's got a bomb tied up! He's launching a suicide attack! ”

However, the speed of human response is always limited, and when everyone does, when all the guns are pointed at them, no one dares to shoot Daly again.

Everyone's moving at high speeds, and it's impossible to aim 100%.

Once this gun hits Daly, no one dares to think of the consequences. After all, there are bombs underneath, there are connected minefields around, and there are bombs on Daly.

Was it left to Daly to plunge into the crowd and set off the first explosion?

In the moment, after being blocked by the police in the rear of the crowd's safety range, he swung the crowd deep in the ink scene just a few meters away from Dali. At the moment when Dali was laughing and shooting at himself, the white figure pounced over him, unexpectedly.

And with all the success, bring Daly down.

Unexpectedly injured and protected from the police direction, the depth of the ink suddenly came over, and Daly was slammed to the ground, the gun in her hand hit the ground, took off her hand and slid forward for a few meters.

He was busy reaching for his paws, but the man on his back stopped him dead.

Darry simply turned his back and fought with the man who had fallen on his back.

It's Mo Jing Deep!

Seasonal warmth was being dragged behind the crowd by a seal. He turned around and saw a scene inside, almost screaming.

Darry had a bomb tied to his body, dark ink was dressed in white, and the bloody stain on his back had seeped out.

The police watched the scene with shock. For a few seconds, no one dared go forward. Only the people at base XI were about to rush in to rescue Mr. Mo, but they were warned not to go there by Officer Nte's men. The bomb on Daly could explode at any moment because of such a torn torch.

Initially, Ink's depth still prevailed, but when Darry found his back bleeding, he grabbed it. He attacked his back wound with his elbow madness. Ink's depth suddenly half-kneeled on the ground, eating a painful grunt, and Darry instantly had to reach out and pick up the gun.