Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

With the body shaking violently, two already injured kidnappers held their guns and fell obliquely to the side, one of them with a severely injured kidnapper's pistol.

The sound of the police car was getting closer and closer, the other kidnapper also fell to the other side because of the car's unusually violent shaking, had not returned to God, and fell on the back of the seat, but the gun in his hand quickly put it on the deep head of the ink scene again, his face scolded each other: “Mom. This car has been driving for two seconds! If you want to live, get rid of the police car! Or I'll crush you right now! ”

Seeing that the other pistol was still on the ground, Seasonwarm's hand slowly moved on the seat, taking off his high heels, ignoring the dark ink scene and passing the sound to her warning eyes, he quickly and suddenly rose and rushed up, getting up while severely smashing the sharp heel on the arm of the kidnapper still holding the gun, and the high heel shoe in the other hand smashed hard against his face.

Mo Jing's eyes cooled down deeply, and another kidnapper got up for a quick turn, causing the kidnapper's body to tilt uncontrollably to the right, and the season warm-eyed hand quickly reached out to pick up the gun on the ground, but at the moment of raising her head, the other kidnapper, who had just been smashed in the face and arm by her, had put the pistol against her head.

Cold gunpoint held against her, dying against her head, he stared at the depth of the ink in the driver's seat: “Don't move! If you move, I'll kill her immediately! Get the car to the main road! Don't waste your time on the trail! ”

Seasonal Warm was harshly arm-wrapped by the kidnappers, with guns on his forehead.

This modified gun is no weaker, or even quicker, than the long gun that was once encountered in Cambodia, and as long as his finger is gently pulled, a cave of blood will instantly appear on her head.

The gun in her hand was snatched away by another kidnapper. At the same time, she suddenly had a severe pain in the back of her neck. She was severely smashed by the other party with a gun butt. The whole person who hurts instantly pounded into the back seat.

The kidnappers continued to hold their guns close to the season's warmth while Mojing's eyes swept away from the rearview mirror, whose cold meaning was unclear. They obviously found that using guns against this woman was more effective than facing him, at least the speed of the car was really accelerating.

Season Warm was just about to struggle, the kidnapper then hit her behind the cervical spine with a gun butt, smashed her nasty eyes, so she was put to death on the back of the car seat, kept her hands trapped behind her, her head barely turned, but she was held by the kidnapper, forcing Mo Jingdeep to drive the car to a clear road.

The sound of the police car has been approaching. The domestic armed police forces are not joking. The reason these two kidnappers wanted to hijack their car is because the performance of Gusteau is too good, and the speed of the car is not a luxury car that the average car can catch. If it wasn't for the fact that they were just rushing in the front of the bread, they wouldn't be able to catch up with it.

“Drive faster! Go on, hurry! Mom, if you can't get any further distance from the police car in 30 seconds, neither of you will survive! ”

The tablet in the kidnapper's hand snapped again, clicked, affixed to Seasonal Warm's ears, Seasonal Warm was pressed to death on the seat, tightened all over.

She said in pain, "If you blow up the tire yourself, where else is this car going? ”

“Shut up!” The kidnappers grabbed her hair violently. Season-warming half of her body lay on the seat, her legs almost kneeled down, and neither of the kidnappers sat down. One of them helped to hold her down, while watching the police car getting dumped further behind her. There was no slightly relaxed emotion on her face. Lifting her feet simply stepped on Season-warming's back to maintain the balance of her position in the car.

The kidnapper suddenly said, “Driver, open the back window! ”

The next second, the window opened with a sound, and the kidnapper, who had just been hit in the face by the warm heel of the season, turned around with blood, holding a gun and shooting at the "bang” of the police car, which was tightly chased in the rear.

One shot did not hit the tire of the police car, but at least it could be seen that the police could not shoot them because they knew that they had hijacked the car, they knew that there were people in the car who had been hijacked by them, and they laughed at each other and said: “Go as fast as you can with as few cars on any road! ”

Mojing Deep since the warmth of the season was pressed by the two of them on the back seat, his eyes were cold, he did not speak, and he did not quickly turn the car head again, lest the two of them attack her again in anger, in the absence of weapons are flesh and blood, at this moment anyone under the gunpoint is like flesh on a felt plate.

The man sped up the car without a sound, and the distance between the car and the police car was growing.

Seasonal warmth was crushed to death, the kidnappers cruelly stepped on her back, her hands trapped behind her, she lay there somewhat hard to breathe, but her eyes looked at Mojing deeply as she drove back seemingly still calm.

Not for three years, she found that this man was always more capable of not being surprised than normal, even more so than three years ago.

Only when the kidnapper heard that there seemed to be policemen surrounded in this direction, he hurriedly and angrily kicked his feet on the back of the season warm. In a flash of season warm, he felt only two severe vibrations in his chest. There was almost a bloody smell in his voice. She insisted on not humming painlessly, but saw the man driving the car's fingers on the steering wheel, his fingers were bluish and white.

The corner of Seasonal Warm Mouth suddenly grinned and a low dumb laugh.

After crushing all her happiness, does she still care about the heartache and tenderness of one and a half stars?

She admitted that she suddenly got up and rushed over, just didn't want them to really shoot him. In this case, it was hard to defend herself. Ji Wen knew that if she hadn't been in this car just now, it would have been easy for Ink to get away, but if she had been in this car, she would have been his burden, so she almost rushed up with the purpose of killing herself. In any case now, at least for the ink depth that kept her behind, at least for the ink that held her from the bullets in Cambodia, she would have done so irreversibly.

The person who died three years ago was not only Mo Jingshen, but also herself.

People live all their lives. Besides, she has one more life. If she wants to die, if she wants to live, she needs to die. Why is she so insidious?

But this man threw his armor off to protect her.

Mojing deeply drove, silently looked at the rearview mirror, the woman's hair in the rearview mirror messed with pale face pressed on the seat, side by side, because the kidnapper pressed extremely hard, her cheeks almost deformed, but her mouth grinned a little smile, through the rearview, looking at him with a smile, it seemed like tears in her eyes.