501. Chapter 501 The Thrilling Rescue of the Hostages! 5
Mo Jiu's eyes turned red, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold the upper part of the aorta to prevent him from dying due to excessive blood loss. He looked for the communicator on his chest in panic, but found that the brooch had also disappeared in the rolling!
She was anxious about the safety of the hostage, but she also knew that if Bai Zhantang did not sew up his arteries and transfuse blood in time, his condition would be very dangerous!
At this time, I looked ahead and saw that the car had already left the gate and was on the highway!
Behind that car, several military vehicles also rushed up.
After those cars ran past, the snipers towering around them disappeared silently. After the surroundings returned to silence, Mo Jiu saw two men in suits hurriedly walking towards us.
They didn't go to see Mo Jiu. One of them held down Bai Zhantang's legs, and the other picked up Bai Zhantang. Then they bowed respectfully to Mo Jiu, called "Miss," and immediately took Bai Zhantang out!
Looking at the three people in a hurry, Mo Jiu knew that as a special forces soldier, she had to keep them here, but... if Bai Zhantang's leg could not be treated in time... and Bai Zhantang's identity...
When these thoughts passed by, the three people in front of them had already driven a black Rolls-Royce and hurriedly got on the road.
Things were now beyond Mo Jiu's control. She had no choice but to turn back and walk towards the hall. Miss Chang had disappeared. Mrs. Chang... nothing could happen again!
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In a Rolls-Royce speeding on the road, Royce was sitting slanted on the seat. His shirt and trousers were already down his legs. He was covered with a white blanket, and on the tray, there were cotton balls filled with blood, high and low.
Stacked one layer.
Les had an uninjured arm and was holding a glass of red wine. He looked extremely lazy. Except that his face was a little paler, he was no different from usual.
His injured arm was treated by a man in a suit.
Yan Shu looked at his master with distress, and neatly cleaned up the blood from the aorta in his leg. Then he picked up the needle and thread and began to mend it with familiarity. The speed of his fingers was comparable to that of a top-notch surgeon in the country.
After finally treating his wound, Yan Shu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Master, what happened today is too dangerous. After all, we are in China, not as good as country F. Master, please don't be so reckless next time."
Rice glanced at Yan Shu with his narrow eyes and felt that he was getting more and more wordy.
Yan Shu took the opportunity to speak: "Master, my job is too dangerous. I think we might as well take her away by force."
As soon as these words came out, Les inexplicably thought of Mo Jiu's persistence and the enthusiasm in his eyes when he performed his work.
His heart felt a little irritable for the first time. As the King of the Night, her daughter was a special soldier. It was really inappropriate to say this, but to take her away by force?
Les swung his glass and said, "NO NO NO, Yan Shu, do you think your master would use such clumsy means to deal with a girl who has just turned nineteen?! And... she is my daughter, so naturally I
I want to take her away, but I want her to be willing."
Yan Shu was stunned, "Master, you..."
"Call Azrael."
Yan Shu was even more confused, "Master, Azrael has always had his own way of doing things. It is not something we can control. You..."
"He owes me a debt of love." Les grinned, "It's worth using it on my daughter."
Yan Shu wanted to say something, but thinking of his master's character, he had no choice but to dial the phone and hand it to him.
