The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 295 Even if it is so dull and dull, it still makes the season warm...

The man suddenly looked around for a moment, and finally looked at the pile of tall haystacks behind the corner of the log house and the gap behind it to accommodate the next person.

Mo Jingshen had a meal because of his shift of sight. Suddenly, he took the gun out of his waist and threw it on the ground, while holding one hand over his head.

The other's attention instantly returned to the body of Mo Jingshen, seeing him honestly throwing a gun, even when he laughed.

But Mo Jingshen is a man who is always in danger. The people here are all aware of how unpredictable this person is. Even if he doesn’t dare to approach him easily, he just keeps his gun on his head, as long as he dares to Any action can be broken at any time.

At this moment, another patrolman on the other side of the wooden house found the movement here. When he came over, he saw this scene and looked at each other with the previous one. Both of them stood there with guns.

The season is warm and squatting in the haystack, and his face is white and looks at the scene a few meters away.

Mo Jingshen is always standing still, not looking at her direction.

Although these desperados are loyal to Ajib, but the desperate are desperate, they will find ways to get the best benefit for themselves, so they are now considering whether to kill Mo Jing Shen or bring people to Aji In front of the cloth to invite merit.

Mo Jingshen is too clear about their ideas, he did not move.

Moreover, there is a warm season in the haystack not far away.

No matter how careful the plan is, it is better than her safety and her sentence "Ink is deep, I am pregnant."

At this moment, he can't afford it.

Suddenly, the later person found a white skirt under the haystack. The white skirt on the warm season was given to her by the old woman. It was not very fit, and the skirt was very long. She hided and concealed, the color of the white skirt. In this haystack, it is still too deep to hide, and there will always be a whitish bright color that draws their attention.

Later, the man narrowed his eyes and directly put the muzzle on the haystack.

The temples of Mo Jing Shen suddenly jumped.

These people are extremely wicked, and the guns are on the opposite side. He can at least get a chance to live with the interests of the people, but there is a danger of shooting at any time during the last season.

Seeing that he was about to shoot, the ink was deeply moved to the ground, and the gun that had just been thrown to the ground instantly hooked up and fell into his hands again.

Seeing him, this is to shoot. The first one did not expect to kill him or take him for profit. Suddenly, he directly pointed the muzzle at the direction of the haystack. He successfully saw Mo Jingshen and stood still, no longer. Inciting.

"Put the gun down!" It is obvious that the people in the haystack are very important to him, and the man threatened directly.

Later, the man suddenly whispered: "Or, just kill him first, just in case."

"OK, come to me." Mo Jingshen threw the gun again, this time throwing the gun directly at their feet.

The two men suddenly smiled like a smile. One of them was kneeling on the knees of Mo Jingshen, and the ink was deep on one knee.

At the same time, the man slammed the gun on his back. In a flash, his face was white, but he did not say anything to prevent the woman in the haystack from being afraid.

The depth of the ink is very low, even if it is so low and dull, it still makes the season warm and dangerous: "It has been surrounded, there is the possibility of being bombed at any time, and it is here to loyal to Ajib and him. If you are a desperate, let me go, I will give you a chance to live with the people of XI base and the police."

A short silence.

The two men are hesitating.

Indeed, they really did not meet the usual US police that would be most difficult to mobilize, so they rushed over so quickly, and consumed so many helicopter resources to drive so many helicopters. If they delay, they really only have to wait for being besieged. Life.

The cold muzzle is on the head of Mo Jingshen.

The first person’s eyes were full of hesitation, but the later person’s eyes were full of killings, and he did not believe that he would really leave them alive after he left.

At the same time, the warm season in the haystack knew that she could not hide it anymore. She felt a solid wooden stick in the haystack, which was estimated to have been cut down without firewood.

She held the sticks in her hands and slowly did the preparatory movements. They didn’t pay attention to them all here. They almost smashed the haystack and forced the person closest to the haystack. When he fell to the ground and rushed over, the wooden stick in his hand smashed the wrist of the man in front and knocked down the gun in his hand.

The two men were instantly thrown into the ground by a woman who was drilled in the grass and the gun fell to the side.

Mo Jingshen almost picked up the gun for the first time. However, when he looked up, the person who fell to the ground first jumped quickly and put the gun in his hand on the warm head.

The man grabbed the warm arm of the season and put the gun on her temple.

He stared coldly at Mo Jingshen: "Try it, see who is faster."

The gun that arrived on the warm-warming temples was cold and ice-cold. It was a long, cold black rifle that had never been seen in Haicheng or even on television. It was filled with black icy light.

He threatened Mo Jingshen to throw the gun away, and Mo Jing was holding the gun tightly, pointing at his head, not letting go.

The man suddenly sneered and said in the warm ears of the season: "It seems that Mr. Control is not so pitiful and jealous. You pretend to be dumb for a couple of days in our place. As a result, he doesn't even value your life."

The trigger in the hand was slightly buckled and slammed on her temple.

The warm season has collapsed.

Ink-eye deep eyes, the heartbeat almost stopped, and finally loosened his hand at this moment.

Slowly lean down and put the gun on the ground.

The other person had already stood up at this time, took the opportunity to take the gun up again, first stepped on the ground with the hand of Mo Jingshen, then turned and slapped the face and smashed the warm face of the season. The mouth sighed with a stink.

The wrist bone was almost knocked off by the stick she had just had. It was the pain of his mother.

He started with a slap in the face, and did not even have a soft hand because she was a woman.

The warm head turned sharply to one side, and all of them trembled, the cheeks swollen quickly, and the pain was numb. She could feel the mouth being smashed by the teeth, and the salty liquid spread over the tip of the tongue because the movement was too intense. The hair that was pulled up shattered and covered the swollen face.

She swallowed the blood, and she didn't say anything, let her face cover her hair.

This way, the ink depth will not be seen.

Just can't see it.

At this moment, Mo Jingshen’s muscles were tight, and he just got some action. The gun that came first came to his head again. He said in English: “If you dare to move again, she will die. !"

(End of this chapter)