Xiaoxue took Xia Chenxi directly to the operating room for surgery and took out the bullets.
A shooting occurred in Manhattan, New York, and lasted for half an hour. Eight people died in the official office. Three of them have not yet escaped from danger. These three people include Colonel Michael...
News across the United States is reporting on this horrible horror.
Of course, it is also classified as a terrorist incident.
Lu Zhen's mind was as painful as a needle. As soon as he came back, he locked himself in the room. An Xiaoyao asked Long Si and Mu Yunsheng to deal with the follow-up. He went to accompany Lu Zhen. When he went to Lu Zhen's room, he was already there.
bathroom.
The shower was covered with cold water, which made him covered with water.
The scene of him hitting Michael was played in his mind, like a bullet hitting him, although he knew he wouldn't live long and could not stay with Nolan for too long.
So he wanted Nolan to leave himself and seek a new life.
He never wanted to hurt Nolan's relatives. If Michael had any, Nolan would definitely hate him to the core.
The cold water was so cold that it was all over his body, and it was full of moist coldness.
An Xiaoyao quickly tightened the shower, his eyebrows and eyes were as snowy as hell, "Don't torture yourself, change your clothes, it will be useless."
Lu Zhen's face was covered with water, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or water. He mixed his face and lost all his strength. He sat down with his body against the white tiles. Water dripped on his hair, and his skin 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 separated by a mist, which looked heartbreaking.
An Xiaoyao squatted down, the bathroom was wet and cold. He didn't know how to comfort Nolan, so he had to say, "He is not dead yet, but he is not out of the danger period, and he may not die yet. Don't scare yourself."
There was a melee. When Lu Zhen saw Xia Feng, his eyes were red and he had only murderous aura.
And a special forces soldier was shot down first, and Michael arrived immediately, and Lu Zhen would naturally shoot and fight back. This is their instinct. He must protect himself from harm first. If he shoots one second later, the one who is injured may be Lu.
Zhen.
In the melee, there is no eyebrow in swords and guns.
An accident is inevitable.
Lu Zhen covered his head in pain, and after his body trembled, he still couldn't control himself. An Xiaoyao took off his clothes toughly, put his nightgown on him, dragged him on the bed, and Lu Zhen asked him to drag him numbly.
As soon as I leaned on the soft bed, my heart became even more sad.
Nolan...brother...
An Xiaoyao whispered, "Michael may not die if he is thinking too much. Don't think about it randomly. I will notify you whenever there is any news."
He had too much to do, soothe Lu Zhen, An Xiaoyao went out, closed the door, Morgan was outside, An Xiaoyao said, "What's the situation?"
"The enemy in the building was wiped out without any trace. We created the illusion of their departure, and all the corpses also created the illusion of being killed by random battles, without any problems." Morgan reported the situation and told another unfortunate news.
"A brother just died and his pancreas was broken."
An Xiaoyao closed his eyes in pain, "I understand. Let Xiaoxue rescue all the seriously injured people, so there will be no death again."
Of course, the official has died more when the battle loss ratio this time, but such a battle loss ratio is already very unoptimistic for the ace.