Harris closed his eyes for Adams, his expression becoming sinister and cold. He picked up Yao Xiaojing and quickly retreated to the narrow corridor exit.
"Suzuran, don't think that I will let you go!" In the dark passage, Harris wore night vision goggles and pushed the exhausted Yao Xiaojing forward.
"How could I bow to you, Harris? Every move you make makes me feel sick!" Yao Xiaojing spat and raised her head in the darkness.
Harris didn't make a sound, and she pushed her hands back hard. The sound of dislocated bones sounded harshly in the dark passage.
"01...01...Call 01!" Li Jian anxiously called Chen Mufeng in the jungle by the lake.
It has been 10 minutes since the team leader told them about the battle, and his voice has not been heard again.
During the rapid march, they heard the sound of gunshots, and all the team members were red-eyed. They rushed to the lake at an incredible speed, but what they saw was a heartbreaking scene.
As expected, my sister-in-law did not die in the jungle. In the heavy rain, she was being threatened by terrorists and fleeing towards the secret passage. She asked Chen Mufeng for instructions with a sharp sword to no avail, so she had no choice but to take the initiative and shoot down the unsuspecting base target No. 1 Harris. Who?
You know, his life is indeed very long, and at this critical moment, some of his subordinates are willing to die for him.
With their sister-in-law in their hands, they did not dare to shoot rashly with sharp swords. They could only watch as Harris dragged his sister-in-law away and disappeared from the exit of the secret passage.
what to do?
Did the team leader have an accident?
Li Jian's heart felt like it was being fried in a pan of oil, and he was so anxious that his mouth was full of burning bubbles.
"We can't wait any longer, Zhan Hu, follow me into the cave!" Lijian brought enough ammunition and a few more grenades, and followed Harris into the corridor with Zhan Hu.
Yao Xiaojing couldn't see anything, so she was pushed forward by Harris based on her feeling. Her feet were stumbling and slippery due to water and moss. She deliberately delayed her time, waiting for the 530 team members by the lake to catch up in time.
"Don't play tricks! Suzuran, if you can't walk anymore, I will let you lie here forever!" Harris's voice had an echo, which seemed eerie and terrifying in the cramped and dark space. He pointed the gun at her back.
, and hit her back hard with the gun tip.
She was shaking with pain, but she tried her best not to let out a groan. She couldn't show weakness, and she knew that Harris would not kill her at the critical moment of escape. She had capital that she could rely on, so,
No matter how ferociously Harris urged her, she remained stubborn, wrestling, staggering, or standing still to protest his brutality.
Walking to a corner, Yao Xiaojing suddenly felt something strange. Not only did she stop, but Harris behind her was so nervous that he pointed the muzzle of his gun at her temple, and he swore loudly in her ear.
As he breathed, Yao Xiaojing could even feel that his body had become extremely stiff.
What happened to him?!
Although she couldn't see things like Harris wearing night vision goggles, with her keen sixth sense and the vague smell in the air, a white light flashed in her mind and her body suddenly stiffened.
Mu Feng!
Is it her Mu Feng?!
Is it him?
Why didn't he speak? Didn't he realize that Harris was holding her hostage? Or did he not see himself at all because he didn't have night vision equipment?
No... no, even if he doesn't wear night vision goggles, he can still see farther and clearer than ordinary people, especially his night vision ability is on par with Conway's.
She bit her lips to hold back the cry that rushed to her throat.
Mu Feng---------
Mu Feng----------
Harris waited for a few seconds and saw that the big black man lying on the ground a few meters away was motionless. Then he pushed Yao Xiaojing forward again. This time, he was so nervous that he didn't notice that Yao Xiaojing was faster than before.
After a lot of confusion, she stretched out her feet to explore the path in front of her, then staggered forward.
"Slow down!" Harris's eyes were fierce, the muzzle of the gun was pressed tightly against Yao Xiaojing's temple, and layers of cold sweat broke out on his palms.
"Don't you keep telling me to hurry up? Harris, you are so annoying. You keep putting a gun against my head. Are you afraid that I will run away?" Her voice suddenly amplified to the point of breaking people's eardrums. She
She couldn't see it, but she wanted to use her voice to remind Mu Feng or the nearby 530 team members to be careful of Harris!
Harris frowned, pressed his finger on the muzzle of the gun and pressed it heavily: "Don't scream!" His eyes were like an owl in the dark, cold and gloomy, staring at Yao Xiaojing and the movements on the ground.
The immobile Chinese special forces.
Is he dead?
Still pretending, preparing to surprise him!
"01...01...Call 01, where are you, I am a sharp sword!! 01...01!" In the dark space, it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop,
Suddenly there was a faint sound from the intercom. Because it was extremely quiet and the intercom was thrown aside, the sound was extremely clear.
Yao Xiaojing's eyes were filled with endless blood. She was cut behind her back, her hands clenched into fists and she clenched the thick rope. Her chest felt like being hit by a big stone, broken into pieces and the source of pain. There was no possibility of healing.
What happened to her Mu Feng------------
Has her Mu Feng fallen?
Harris was also stunned. He pushed Yao Xiaojing and cautiously approached the person on the ground. He kicked the person on the ground and found that there was no movement. His expression was obviously relieved.
"Harris, are you my comrade-in-arms?" she asked suddenly.
Harris acquiesced, his gun still pressed against her head and he did not dare to let go.
"Is he dead?"
Through the night vision goggles, Harris saw the eyes of the special forces soldier on the ground exposed outside the mask. They were tightly closed and his face was as gray as paper. He sneered: "Don't you think he shouldn't die?"
Yao Xiaojing was silent for a few seconds, suppressing the grief and anger in her chest, and suddenly made a request to Harris: "Can I help him tidy up his military uniform and send him on his last journey!" Afraid that he would not agree, she pressed the gun on her temple regardless.
Then he sat down on the ground with a thud and stretched out his feet: "If you are afraid that I will run away, you can tie my feet."