The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 308 "What do you say to me before I leave?"

Nan Heng couldn't stand the temperament of the police officer of Ente. He almost did not want to, and suddenly shot a gun and shot directly on Dali's leg.

At the same time as his gunshot sounded, there was a gunshot on the opposite side.

It is the seal that stands next to the warm season. The precise shooting is almost the same as the same frequency. The bullet is also hit on the other leg of Dali.

Daly’s painful face was distorted, and half a meter away from the gun on the ground, the struggle still had to pass.

Mo Jing Shen reluctantly got up, flying fast, and Daly was still crawling on the ground.

When Mo Jingshen took the gun and looked at it, he only hesitated for half a second. He directly pulled the trigger and hit Daly’s forehead.

Nan Heng Mei Yu a glimpse, and he stood in front of him.

boom.

One sound.

A shot of Nan Heng hit Dali’s forehead directly.

boom.

Another sound.

Hit again.

boom.

Again.

It was the moment when Mo Jingshen was desperately squinting at the time when Dali was about to die, facing the center of his forehead and making a precise shot.

Dali instantly closed his eyes and completely died. The blood flowed down the grass under him.

"You..." Nan Heng’s hand was stiff and his eyes were strange.

In the same year, Mo Jingshen promised in front of the old man, not involving black, not bloody, not carrying human life.

No matter how Nanheng stopped, he still killed Dali himself...

Ink did not explain, and while throwing the gun, his eyes looked coldly at the dead people on the ground. The tone was faint: "Come on the bomb, don't talk nonsense."

Nan Heng: "..." In a blink of an eye, he looked coldly at the police officer Ent who was still hesitating to stay close.

When the police officer of Ente reflected that he was busy calling people, the people at the XI base had already taken the lead.

The season is warm outside the crowd, and the hand has been firmly grasped by the seal. She looks at the man whose blood on the back has been soaked, and the heart is not clear about the unclear taste. He only feels that the eyelids are dyed in an instant. Wet.

Only she knew why Mo Jingshen had to kill Daly himself.

Because she was trapped in the camp for a few days, Dali had been hitting her and she threatened her, and Dali forced her to save her life in the face of Mo Jingshen, and Dali said that she would take it. The season is warm, and this person has become a nightmare that is hard to eradicate in the short term.

This will be a shot when it is dead, worth it.

That plain white T-shirt has long been bloodstained, and it is even more difficult to tell who is the blood.

Finally, the policemen rushed over and took the children away. The bombs were demolished, and the bodies of Ajib and other accomplices on the ground were checked to check the bodies.

The warmth of the season, Feng Ling’s hand finally released a few moments, suddenly pulled out his hand and rushed toward him. He was surrounded by policemen and recognized her. No one planned to stop.

"Mr. Mo, your injury is now..." The people at the base are about to let him go back and dress up.

"Nothing, take these children away first." Ink is deeply covered in blood and his eyes are cold. Just standing there, people dare not approach.

Until the season warmth ran to his side, holding him, anxiously asked: "How are you?"

It seems that he realized that the one that just broke the deadlock and suddenly shot behind Ajib was really warm.

The warm hand was stuck on his arm and he was about to continue talking. His hand suddenly felt a pain, and he was suddenly opened by a man. At the same time, he was white and smiled in the palm of his hand, and looked at him strangely.

"What did I say to you before I left?"

"..."

“Did I say that you are waiting in the field?”

The man’s eyes were cold and sharp, and when he looked at her, there was no warmth in the eyes. The cold light from the cockroaches made the whole person stand in the same place, and the mouth moved, but he could not speak for a while. .

She can't explain it in one sentence.

Say worried about him? Or is it something that can make him angry?

There is no way to stop the blood behind him.

The warmth of the season suddenly slammed his arm, and the support of the dead did not let him push him away. He said calmly: "The injury on your back can no longer be ignored. Let's go back and go to the doctor."

It was really serious. It was not only the tearing of the wound, but it was attacked a few times in the same place. The damage that has already been deep into the flesh is estimated to be more serious now. If the ink is not moving, it will be pulled away by the warm season. .

The warmth of the season helped him, and after the terrible blood and wolf on the ground, she didn't look at it at all. She just wanted to leave this place with the ink.

The police and the base people were busy, and the weather that was gloomy for a morning suddenly became gloomy until raindrops fell.

The warmth of the season raised his head and looked up. While holding the ink in the direction of the helicopter, he asked: "It is raining, is there any danger of explosion here?"

"Yes, most of the minefields here are mines buried during the war years decades ago. The dense foliage above the jungle is not so big. It is not drenched, and the ground is still dry. If the rain increases, The fried place will still be fried, but it will not be connected to one another, which will narrow the scope of the explosion. This jungle will not be a fire."

After the ink Jing Shen finished speaking, he suddenly coughed.

The season warmly supported him: "The children have been rescued, and other things can be handed over to the police. Let's go to the doctor first..."

Her voice has not yet fallen, and suddenly, there is a "beep" behind her!

Gunshots.

Very close!

The warmth of the season was shocked, but the people who had not yet reflected it had been suddenly pressed into the arms by the ink, and the bullets were almost rubbed against their shoulders. They were heavily hit on the helicopter, on the hard steel body. Drop a bullet that went deep into it.

The warmth of the season lifted his eyes in the depths of the ink, and saw that Ajibu, who had been dead for a long time, fell to the ground with blood, only to keep a breath, actually taking the police to deal with the bombs of Dali and giving them to them. I shot a shot.

Fortunately, the seal was close, and the eye was shot at the same time, and Ajib’s wrist was hit. This was a shot that was directed at their deadly place and was directly offset.

Then, Feng Ling went to Ajib step by step with no expression, and shot him everywhere. He saw Ajib finally breaking through the bullets and smashing. Last breath.

The warmth of the season looked at the Ajib, who was covered in blood, and the whole person was stunned.

Until the man who kept her in her arms suddenly became soft, she squatted on the ground, and the warmth of the season lifted her hand and hurriedly hugged him. Because of the disparity between height and weight, she almost did not stand still. Go backwards and work hard to stand on the heels.

"Depth of field!" The season warmly hugs the ink deep down on her body and touches the blood flowing down on his back. It should be because the nail was suddenly turned around and slammed away from the bullet, the wound was pulled by this action. More serious.

"Mr. Mo!" Feng Ling had a gaze from Sen Han, and turned his eyes sharply. He saw this scene and took a quick walk and walked over.

(End of this chapter)