Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“Don't come any closer! Or we'll kill her now! Let her take her last breath right here! Even if he dies, it's not a great loss to take Mr. Control's loving wife with him!” The man leading on the balcony put the muzzle against the warm back of the season, more as if intentionally, pressing it hard or even harder and harder at the wound where the bullet had just been removed before the warm season.

Seeing the wound behind the warm shoulder of the season, which was already about to heal, the blood gradually seeped out again, staining her red with a white uniform, and Mojing paused for a moment.

The guns in the hands of AK and others have already pulled down the plane, and the situation is likely to happen at any moment.

Watching those people keep leaning against the sun, turning their backs to the high-rise building of another hotel across the street from behind them, Ink looked at them with a deep cold eye, and suddenly a dumb, low laugh appeared in his throat, and a few seconds later he moved on if nothing happened to him.

The man who headed the board also held his fingers tight and watched as if Mr. Control had no regard for the woman's life.

Didn't their big brother Atsuta say that this woman named Ji Wen was Mr. Control's weakness at first?

How come now she's hurt like this, and her life is still in their hands, and Mr. Control doesn't care about the same thing.

Is it because this woman can't live long?

Or is there anything else Mr. Control can do?

But watching this man has a look of fear and fear, and even a cold contempt, obviously not quite what they think.

Just as they cautiously withstood the warmth of the season and moved two more steps towards the balcony, next to the railing on the balcony, Mo Jing faintly said: "It's a dead end. ”

The man's tone was too cold to make them understand what his sudden four words meant.

But all of a sudden, someplace suddenly, a "bang” sounds like a muffled gun, and only those of them who know can tell this sudden muffled sound, but only if all the XI base people in this room, including Ink Depth, didn't shoot.

By the time those people on the balcony reflected, it was actually only two seconds later, the person who was headed against the warmth of the season had been shot through the back of his head, one shot was blown to the head, he stood still for two seconds, he knelt down slowly, even if he died, his eyes were still open, and he dared not believe it.

Just moments when those people were terrified by this sudden change, it was still only two seconds, followed by “bang bang”, and a few people standing on the balcony were instantly collectively blown to the head.

Seeing those people fall one after the other, even an almost incredible look of death, Mo Jingdeep eyes, this is the unwavering look at the top window of the hotel building across the street, a sniper gun still standing there.

Mojing went straight up and held the season warm.

K. also instantly takes people up and kicks them away, lest the bleeding from the back of their heads stain their warm seasons.

He saw the warm face of the season almost no human color, the wound behind him seeped a lot of blood, ink scene deeply cold to hold people across his face, no further delay, quickly turned away.

……

Opposite, Feng Ling pulled the sniper gun back out of the window, was about to habitually put the gun behind her, but realized that she was no longer a member of the XI base this morning, which was not convenient for her to take away, so she put the gun directly aside. In a moment with no expression on her face, what she saw was Qin Shiting just in anticipation of her series of actions.

“No wonder when Nanheng didn't know you were a woman, he used to say that the whole XI base, although there were a lot of people and a lot of powerful snipers, but only you and AK could give him the most reassurance to shoot accurate snipers with 500 meters away. Especially you, the younger body looks much thinner than everyone else, sniper guns play more than everyone else, as if they had infinite explosive power. At first sight today, I finally understood why he praised you. ”

"It should be said that Dr. Qin and Mr. Mo are very precise in their judgment. Those Cambodians are very familiar with the current situation of the XI base, and know that the most trusted sniper at present is A K. As long as A K follows them into the hotel at the same time, they will think that this operation of the XI base is in a hurry, and they are not prepared for external sniping range, so that the way to sound east and west is the key to victory. ”

Qin Shiting smiled: “You haven't touched a gun in almost a year. ”

Feng Lingfaintly provoked the eyebrows: “I haven't touched it since I left the base. It's true that there are a lot of hand-born people. If it weren't for Season Warm, I wouldn't take this risk easily. If it wasn't targeted, there would be more than one person who died. ”

“Since Nan Heng asked me to call you here, of course I still trust your marksmanship. ”

Feng Lingfaint: “Did Nan Heng ask you to find me? ”

Qin Shiting smiled and frowned: “No? Otherwise, how dare you think I'm here? ”

“If he's in Los Angeles, why didn't he come in person and talk about these shooting techniques? K. and I were both taught by him. Isn't he the safest sniper?” Feng Ling's face is already somewhat unfair.

“What do you think? ”

Feng Ling said nothing more, just put the sniper gun back in the black rectangular leather box, then turn around without expression and go outside, not intending to stay.

“Feng Ling, when Nanheng forced you to leave XI base, it was also for your own good. You grew up in an orphanage, so you could easily find your own family. You should go back to a peaceful life. Besides, your family won't allow you to live this kind of life anymore. He already owes Feng family a favor. As a result, you are the child that Feng family lost back then. He can't talk to Feng family about terms, he can only let you go back, even if only from the perspective of good for you, he has to do so...”

Feng Ling, as if he had not heard his words, walked out without stopping. He never looked back.

As soon as she walked out of the door, she suddenly saw a tall and pulled figure standing outside. The man was just outside the door, backed against the wall, and a cigarette in his hand was clearly extinguished between his fingers, because she came out and looked at her with his side eyes. The man stared at her vegetarian face with dark eyes in the middle of the smoke, and then smoked again, spraying the layer of smoke onto her face.

Feng Ling looked coldly at Nam Heng, who had waited outside the door for a long time.

Nan Heng hooked his lip: “Haven't touched a gun in so long, have you had an addiction today? Do you want to give me another shot, huh? ”