Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

She didn't have this fear when she was alone in the hands of Mrs. Tu, but now Mojing definitely doesn't have a gun in her hand. K. They won't be able to make it back in a short time. Mojing is so afraid of her injuries that he will hold her like this all the time. If these two are going to shoot, he will surely not be able to escape.

Seasonwarm's hand grabbed the cuff of his shirt tightly and whispered: “Go away, leave me alone...”

Deep in the ink, but with no expression, he held the season warm directly, and as if he had not seen the two men who were pointing their guns at them, his eyes only faintly swept the blood on the tires of the two Land Cruiser, his eyes dimmed, it was obvious that he was the one pointed at by the guns in the black hole, but let the two men with guns look at him with extra caution because they were too calm, his hands were always clamped on the board, a protective look.

Mo Jing Deep held the season warm very steadily. As if he didn't hear the season warm just now, he whispered again in his arms: “Mo Jing Deep...”

“Don't talk.” With a cold glance at the two Cambodians holding their guns, Mo Jing spoke warmly to Ji warm.

Season Warm shut up and looked at the two people from time to time and saw the gun in their hands. She was not worried about Mo Jingdeep's hand, but now he was holding her and had no hand to take the gun or defend herself.

“Mr. Control, tell your men to release our brother immediately!” One of those two spits a string of English: “There are hundreds of brothers behind Atsuta, even if he were taken away today, it would be a life for a life, and you would die in our hands! ”

The man said coldly: “Our brother just wants what he wants from you. He's not going to kill you. Don't make us shoot you! ”

Deep as if they didn't hear, Mo Jing turned around with the warmth of the season and walked away. The two stood still and glanced at each other, suddenly rushing forward and sticking the gun directly to his back: “Stop! ”

Mo Jingdeep motion this only paused, but still holding the season warm did not let go, the season warm grabbed his cuffs, worried to look up at him, but only saw the man's cold jaw and calm waveless look.

Those two Cambodians carefully put their guns behind him and said with a cold face: "Mr. Control, although our brother didn't intend to kill you until he got what he wanted, if you were going to kill our brother today, you wouldn't have to keep your life! Don't think we won't shoot! ”

Mo Jingdeep overturned at this time, looking behind him with the light of the corner of his eyes, the two seemingly fierce men coldly said: "Did you take your guns from the hands of the XI base members? ”

The two men suddenly looked at the gun in their hand with hesitation. The gun was indeed taken from the men who had just killed the XI base members of those two vehicles because their own guns ran out of bullets.

“Is there a bullet in this gun? Don't I know? You could have shot me to see if I was going to die.” Mo Jing laughed deeply and his voice was faint, but his two hearts were astonished.

How come there's no bullets?

Is it true that the people at base XI will run out of bullets even before they die and will never leave one more for their enemies? Did they only have a limited number of bullets in their guns that were used up just before they were killed?

However, it is clear that they were killed by a single blow, there is no time to consume bullets...

The two men hesitated because of Ink's deep words, although they were confident that there would be more bullets in the gun.

When Mo Jingshen looked at the gun in the hands with suspicion, he suddenly returned with a warm season in his arms and kicked directly at the two hands almost together. At the same time, K., who had detected the situation 100 meters away in front of him, had rushed in, and the gun in the hands of the two men had been kicked off, and he backed off a few steps. K. K. had already driven over and hit them hard.

At the same time as a violent impact sounded, there was no excess expression on the deep side of the ink scene, but the hands covered the eyes of the season warm instantly, and did not allow the two men to be seen by the car directly flying in place and falling again.

But just listen to the warm sound season and know how fast this car is coming, those two people just stood there and got hit, even if they didn't die, it's only half breath left.

Ji Wen leaned in his arms, did not struggle and did not want to pull down his hand to watch the scene until everything was quiet, the two men who were hit and could not even hum were twitched directly on the ground after AK made up two shots at them, and the next second he opened his eyes unwillingly and broke his breath.

Mo Jing Deep, that's when he put down his hand covered in front of Seasonal Warm's eyes, while gently releasing her, and as Seasonal Warm's feet landed, he turned to K. and said: "Help her get in the car. ”

K. nodded, quickly walking over to hold on to the almost unstable season warmth, and at the same time turned to see the dark color of the ink landscape and walked in front of the two Cambodians who had just been killed, stepped on the bloodstain of the floor under his feet, slowly bowed down and picked up the two guns that had just fallen out of their hands.

K. knew that Mr. Mo was looking at the numbers on those two guns to determine which two brothers were killed by them.

Just as AK turned around and was about to take Season Warm to the car, suddenly the two cars parked in front of him had been driven by Cambodians and a black gun had been sneaked out in the back window.

A K has turned around and is holding Season Warm. Mo Jingsheng also looked at the gun number the moment before. Only Season Warm turned her head and looked at Mo Jingsheng in the direction before being held in the car. The first time she saw the gun exposed in the back of the car.

“Bang--”

“Careful!” In the moment when the gunshot suddenly sounded, Ji Wenhe ran out of all her strength. Pushing AK aside, the whole person pounded deep into the ink scene not far from himself.

Mo Jingdeep also turned his eyes a second before the gunshot sounded, but it was too late. In the season warmth suddenly jumped over and pushed him away. At the same time, he quickly blocked in front of him. Mo Jingdeep's expression ranged from stunned to shocked, to the moment when the woman in his arms was trembling softly in his arms because she was shot in the back. His whole five dirty sixes connected to the blue bars that instantly appeared on his forehead. Everything seemed to blow up instantly!

“Seasonal warmth! ”

“Mrs. Mo--”

The gun struck two or three inches directly behind the warm neck of the season, not much different from the position she had previously hit on the metal frame in the dark warehouse, and bled more than half of the time from behind in a flash, soaking red again large pieces of clothing already dyed red.

“Warm -” Mo Jing-deep's face was almost whiter than hers for a moment.