Xiaoxue took Xia Chenxi directly to the operating room for surgery and to remove the bullet.
A shooting incident occurred in Manhattan, New York, and lasted for half an hour. Officially, eight people were killed, and three people are still in danger. These three people include Colonel Michael...
News across the United States was reporting on this horrific incident.
Of course, it was classified as a terrorist incident.
Lu Zhen felt pain like needles in his mind and locked himself in the room as soon as he came back. An Xiaoyao asked Long Si and Mu Yunsheng to handle the follow-up. He went to accompany Lu Zhen. When he went to Lu Zhen's room, he was already there
bathroom.[
The shower head was full of cold water, covering him all over.
The scene where he hit Michael kept playing in his mind, like a bullet hitting his heart, although he knew that he would not live long and could not stay with Nolan for too long.
So he wanted Nolan to leave him and seek a new life.
He never wanted to hurt Nolan's relatives. If anything happened to Michael, Nolan would definitely hate him.
The ice-cold water was so cold that his whole body was covered with wet coldness.
An Xiaoyao quickly tightened the shower head, her eyebrows were as white as snow, "Don't torture yourself, change your clothes and come out, it won't help."
Lu Zhen's face was covered with water, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or water. His face was mixed, and he lost all his strength. He sat down against the white tiles, with water dripping from his hair, and his skin was so white that it was almost transparent.
"Xiaoyao, I killed Michael..." Lu Zhen's voice was trembling, and he suddenly looked up at An Xiaoyao, "I killed Michael."
His eyes were covered with a layer of mist, which made him look distressed.
An Xiaoyao squatted down. The bathroom was wet and cold. He didn't know how to comfort Nolan, so he had to say, "He's not dead yet, but he's just not out of danger yet. He may not die yet. Don't scare yourself."
There was a melee. When Lu Zhen saw Xia Feng, his eyes were blood red and he only had murderous intent.
Moreover, a special soldier was shot down first, and Michael arrived immediately. Lu Zhen would naturally shoot back. This is their instinct. They must protect themselves from harm first. If the shot was delayed one second, Lu Zhen might be injured.
Zhen.
In the melee, swords and guns are blind.
Accidents are inevitable.
Lu Zhen covered his head in pain. After his body trembled, he still couldn't restrain himself. An Xiaoyao forcefully took off his clothes, simply put a nightgown on him, dragged him and threw him on the bed. Lu Zhen numbly let him drag him
, as soon as I leaned on the soft bed, my heart became even sadder.
Nolan...brother...
An Xiaoyao said softly, "If you think too much, Michael may not die. Don't think too much. I will let you know as soon as I have news."
He had too many things to do. After comforting Lu Zhen, An Xiaoyao went out and closed the door. Morgan was outside. An Xiaoyao said, "How is the situation?"
"The enemies in the building were all wiped out without any trace. We created the illusion that they left, and all the corpses also created the illusion that they were killed in a random battle. There is no problem." Morgan reported the situation and told another unfortunate news,
"One of my brothers just died and his pancreas was shattered."[
An Xiaoyao closed her eyes in pain, "I understand, Xiaoxue must rescue all other seriously injured people, and there must be no more deaths."
This battle loss ratio, of course, officially means more people died. However, such a battle loss ratio is already very unoptimistic for Ace.