Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit: 045, here comes
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The sound of footsteps approached step by step.
Liang Zhiqiong took a deep breath in the corner of the computer room, and tightly grasped the dagger Mo Shangyun gave her in his hand.
She was lucky, only one person came to deal with her, and dealt with that person outside. She had the courage to fight him face-to-face, but the other party had a gun on her body and shot After the bullet clung to her arm and rubbed it, she realized the disparity between the two equipments, and after obtaining Peng Yuqiu's permission...
Well, just ran away like this.
Based on the premise of leading the other party away, Liang Zhiqiong turned around randomly, but he also led the people around, and did not find her figure for a long time.
But now, Liang Zhiqiong is forced into the corner.
"What's the situation?"
Peng Yuqiu's a little anxious question came from the headset.
Liang Zhiqiong panted and didn't speak.
It's difficult for her to control the volume now. Once she makes a little movement, she may attract the other person's attention.
Moreover, she faintly felt... that person was getting closer.
"Zhiqiong, please calm down first." Yuqiu's voice came from the earphones again, "Keep calm and observe the surrounding situation. If there is anything you can use, don't worry, take your time..."
Liang Zhiqiong blinked, almost under the guidance of Peng Yuqiu, slowly recovering from the nervous and anxious feeling, she raised her head slightly and began to observe the surrounding situation, from the nearest airport to a pile of accumulations Container, she obediently looked for everything that might be used.
Although, she still thinks of the gun in the man's hand from time to time, and the dark hole, after a bullet, her arm left a scorching pain.
——This kind of pain is still going on, so she will not be able to ignore it for a while.
What's worse, when she thought that the bullet shifted a few centimeters to be her heart, she had an uncontrollable fear.
She hates this.
But it can't be overcome in a short time.
Liang Zhiqiong pursed her lips, and finally fell on the pile of containers.
If, if possible...
Liang Zhiqiong let out a sigh of relief slowly, calming herself down, grasping the dagger loosely, and then tightening it tightly, allowing herself to accumulate sufficient courage.
There are two rows of machine tools in this room, both of which are placed against the wall. Liang Zhiqiong is locked between the end of the machine and the gap between the wall. Because this place where no one is walking all the year round has accumulated thick dust, even she is here. You can notice her footprints even when your nerves are tight, not to mention the person who is chasing after her.
Realizing that he could only fight one, Liang Zhiqiong gritted his teeth tightly, and simply broke the pot, waiting for the person to approach.
Step by step, steady pace, calmer than she thought.
Liang Zhiqiong's lips turned white, and her hand gradually lifted up and placed it on the machine tool aside.
When the sound of footsteps approached the container, Liang Zhiqiong suddenly started to move. She suddenly jumped up and leaped with her hand on the machine. The whole person rolled on the machine, and she came to the container in a blink of an eye. The container with something was pushed forward forcefully, and the accumulated containers fell over towards the man.
After such a tossing, the air was full of flying dust, which made people cough.
Liang Zhiqiong did not hope that the container would crush the person to death, but when the container fell to the ground and the person backed away, the whole person pounced in that direction, narrowing the distance to the other party, and achieving closeness. The purpose of body fighting.
——As for who can win in close combat, all depends on fate!
It's just that the other party obviously didn't give her this opportunity.
The man barely stepped back, leaving a row of containers to fall in front of him, calmly looking up at her amidst the flying dust, lifted his right hand along the way, and aimed the muzzle of a pistol at Liang Zhiqiong's head.
Liang Zhiqiong was immediately confused.
She was choked by the dust and coughed, and tears flowed out. When the gun was aimed at her, she froze in place, and when the tears were whirling, she didn't even find that she was three meters away. What is the difference between the people.
Until she heard a deep and calm question--
"Who are you?"
Three simple words, round and round, without any accent.
Liang Zhiqiong only thought that his tears were moved by hearing standard Mandarin.
"Say your name."
The voice in the headset reminded.
"Liang Zhiqiong." Raising his hand and rubbing his dusty eyes, Liang Zhiqiong announced his name.
"Come down."
The man took a look at her, then put the gun away.
With the blurred vision, Liang Zhiqiong tried to see the appearance of the person in front of him, but only an outline could be seen faintly. She couldn't help asking: "Are you?"
"He Company Captain Feng." The man replied.
Savior!
Hearing the name, Liang Zhiqiong was immediately relieved, turned over and jumped off the machine.
It's okay for her not to jump. With such a jump, the dust that has just fallen flew up again in a blink of an eye, and she was choked and coughed twice again.
Raising her hand to pat her chest, Liang Zhiqiong hurriedly said to the person: "I still have a friend."
Mo Shangyun is one person against three people!
"She's okay."
"The one who just chased me..."
"The door fell."
This person speaks simply and clearly, his tone is really indifferent, and he doesn't show the meaning of friendly communication.
How to say, it should not be easy to get along with.
Liang Zhiqiong thought for a while, and finally nodded to the savior, "Oh."
His vision gradually returned to clarity, but the person had already turned around and walked out, and Liang Zhiqiong could only see the back of his head.
The man was very tall, and even Liang Zhiqiong had to look up. With just a back view, he felt calm and reliable, and he felt extremely secure for no reason.
Liang Zhiqiong patted his chest.
If it weren't for knowing that this person is already married, her little heart might be pounding secretly.
Walking to the door with Captain He, Liang Zhiqiong saw the man who fell at the door—it was the one who was chasing him.
"Just one person?" Helian Captain Feng asked coldly.
"Hmm."
Liang Zhiqiong nodded with red eyes. He was so guilty that he didn't even dare to lift his eyes.
"Performed well," Helian Captain Fen said lightly, and then said, "Let's go."
"Is it good?"
Liang Zhiqiong followed behind with a look of surprise.
Helian Changfeng: "Yeah."
Liang Zhiqiong's eyes flashed immediately.
Peng Yuqiu, who heard the conversation clearly over the phone, almost didn't vomit to death with a mouthful of blood.
Didn’t you say that the selection requirements for Shajian are very high? !
Didn’t you say that the captain of Shajian is more demanding? !
What a good performance, where is there such a boastful meeting, Liang Zhiqiong, this fool...
Peng Yuqiu thought through gritted teeth.
*
The other side.
In the room.
Time passed little by little.
Almost under Mo Shangyun's eyelids, the man who fell on the ground was slowly moving in the direction of the gun.
Mo Shangyun's nerves are tense, thinking about the possibility of speed surpassing the opponent.
The person who pointed at her was also thinking about this issue, so the other party placed more hope on their companions.
Yes--
As long as the gun is given to the second accomplice, Mo Shangyun is destined to have no hope of victory.
"You! Who?!"
The person holding the gun on the opposite side asked Mo Shangyun fiercely.
It was still in English, and Mo Shangyun just pretended not to understand, and squinted at him with a little doubt.
Her steps slightly moved aside.
——It is the direction in which people on the ground move.
"Stop!"
The person opposite immediately yelled, using blunt Mandarin, and the word was shocking, as if he were chanting another slogan.
Mo Shangyun couldn't help but frowned.
She froze, planning to find a breakthrough, but time was too late.
He glanced away, and when he saw the man on the ground, he stretched out his hand and reached for the pistol.
A drop of sweat slipped down the chin.
Almost at the same time--
Another figure flashed in Mo Shangyun’s field of vision. A fruit knife drew a sharp arc from the air, reflecting the dazzling light from the blazing sun, and then from behind the neck of the person holding the gun from the opposite side. Stabbed, pierced the throat with a knife, and then pulled out mercilessly.
For an instant, the blood stained his vision, and the man was fatally killed by a knife, and he did not know where the ghost came from until he died.
In these few seconds, the people on the ground picked up the pistol, and he didn't know the fate of his companion, so he immediately turned over and pointed his finger at Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangyun’s muzzle shifted direction almost without any pause, aiming while shaking, she pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullet penetrated the man’s arm and just reached the one in his hand. The pistol fell to the ground weakly.
"Marksmanship is good."
A cool sound came from the direction of the window.