The damp and dark narrow alleyway was filled with a strong smell of blood. Gu Mengmeng's clothes were messy and covered with mud on the ground. One side of her cheek was blue and bloodshot, and she was so swollen that it was almost impossible to tell what she had done before.
Delicate and bright look.
But she didn't care at all.
All she could see now was Kang Qiao, who was lying motionless opposite.
He had been shot, and he couldn't see where in the darkness, but the sticky blood trail had swam to her side.
He took action to block her punches and kicks, probably because he came from a military family. His quick and ferocious skills annoyed the two principal criminals, so during the fight just now, he was shot by the criminals with a gun.
The tight and dull sound of gunfire in the darkness was so clear that she could hear the sound of bullets embedded in flesh.
"Cambridge!..." She remembered shouting heartbreakingly, and her whole body fell into a state of extreme fear.
After being shot, Kang Qiao still gave the opponent a fatal blow before falling heavily to the ground. Before unconsciousness, he shouted to her with all his strength: "Gu Mengmeng, don't resist. Your life is more important than theirs."
Gu Mengmeng raised her head slightly in the darkness to drive away the hot flashes in her eyes. She took off her training clothes and begged the gangster guarding her to put the clothes on Kang Qiao's body.
He was such an elegant man who loved cleanliness and was obsessed with cleanliness. How could he want to lie on the cold mud floor with his body covered in blood?
"Please, can you cover him up?" Gu Mengmeng agreed.
The man's face was also injured, and the nosebleeds were all over his face, but his eyes were flashing with a restless light. He threw away the clothes she handed over impatiently, kicked Kang Qiao again, and said:
"You're going to die soon, why bother?"
His companions were knocked unconscious by Kang Qiao, which slowed down their march. However, he did not seem to have the intention of leaving his companions and holding Gu Mengmeng hostage to escape. He would only contact the outside police every few minutes to threaten them not to act rashly. From this point on
It seems that this person is still a loyal person.
Gu Mengmeng grasped this realization and then asked him to put herself and Kang Qiao together.
"He can't do anything anymore and is no threat to you." She knew that his companions would wake up soon, and then they would definitely abandon Kang Qiao or simply kill him.
I don't know what the man was thinking, but he actually figured it out. He pointed his gun in the direction of Kang Qiao and motioned for her to go over.
Gu Mengmeng's legs and feet were weak but she still managed to crawl over. Her fingers touched Kang Qiao's cold wrist and the Swiss special army knife he held tightly in his hand. This army knife was very small and had a
The tight sleeve was extremely sharp. Gu Mengmeng had played with it countless times and was familiar with the use of the red bump on it.
Kang Qiao tried to open it, but failed. But the moment he fell, he still told Gu Mengmeng with his eyes that there was something in his hand.
Kang Qiao's face was pale, and he lay there quietly, motionless. His long dark eyelashes were still as long and curly as when they were passionately in love before, and his thick black eyebrows were tightened either because of pain or concern for her safety.
They frowned together, but the straight bridge of his nose was still pleasing to the eye. Gu Mengmeng stretched out her hand and could familiarly touch a small black mole on the wing of his nose. Under the bridge of his nose, he would habitually move downward when encountering difficulties.
The pursed lips and twitching lips seemed to be telling Gu Mengmeng to pay attention to her own safety.