She leaned against the wall motionless, obviously the girl was frightened.
There were gunshots in the clubhouse, as if on a battlefield.
Lu Yifan used a military coat to protect Zhang Mofei in his arms, holding a gun in one hand, as if he was filming a blockbuster, and led her to run through the hail of bullets.
Zhang Mofei's legs were so scared that her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
Fortunately, he was fine. She almost suffocated when she heard the first gunshot.
She didn't know how many enemies there were. She clutched Yifan Lu's clothes tightly and began to look for the whereabouts of Cheng Shenke and Pei Ruomian.
But she accidentally saw a figure that surprised her. The man was wearing a white shirt, tall, and holding guns in both hands.
‘Bang, bang, bang’
Her heart beat with the sound of gunshots.
She shouted his name silently, "Mo Shen..."
Why does he have a gun in his hand?
And he also took two guns.
When did he learn to use a gun? And he uses it so well.
So handsome!
While ensuring the safety of where Pei Mochen was standing, she was still able to be infatuated for a second or two.
"Where did your brother get his gun?"
"If it hadn't been for him, both of us would have died."
"So thrilling?"
"What do you think?"
Lu Yifan threw Zhang Mofei into the private room.
‘Pa’ closed the door.
Wu Yifan and Qiao An were anxious in the box. When they saw Zhang Mofei, they hurriedly came forward and asked, "What's going on outside?"
When Pei Mochen went out, he repeatedly asked the two of them not to go out. They didn't know what was going on. There were constant gunshots outside, so they didn't dare to act rashly.
I had to wait in the room.
"I want to go out and take a look."
Her heart was in her throat, and there were all the people she was worried about outside.
As soon as Zhang Mofei opened the door, a man in a shirt was standing at the door.
A handsome face and a winning smile.
She rushed forward and hugged his waist, "Yangyang, you scared me to death."
Pei Mochen hugged her tightly and rested his chin on the top of her hair, "It's okay. It will never be okay again."
Zhang Mofei has not felt as relaxed as this moment for a long time.
Nothing will happen again.
The police also rushed to the scene and the club was sealed off.
Lu Yifan was walking in a pool of blood wearing a handsome military coat, his keen eyes scanning the people lying on the ground.
"Report to the leader, there are nineteen in total, just like on the list, two are alive, and the rest are all killed."
The subordinate handed him a list with both hands and reported the task status to him.
Lu Yifan blocked his nose with his slender fingers and waved to the people he brought, "Take them away, and each one will undergo an autopsy. The living prisoners will be sent away as usual."
"yes!"
The men received the order and began to clean up the scene.
Pei Ruomian came out of the private room and walked toward Lu Yifan with trembling steps, her eyes still glazed over.
"Ivan, Ivan, Ivan..."
She hurriedly grabbed Lu Yifan's arm.
He raised his other hand and touched his face, feeling the warmth, and then burst into tears.
Yifan Lu frowned in amusement and used his fingertips to help her wipe away the tears hanging on her face, "Why are you crying? I'm not dead."
Pei Ruomian choked and nodded, "Don't do such a dangerous thing next time."
She was frightened out of her wits by the sound of a gunshot after Yifan Lu fell to the ground.
After realizing it later, the emotions that were close to collapse finally broke out.
They were all the same. They had never seen such a scene. There were so many dead people, as if they were filming a movie. The corpses dragged out seemed to be props and extras.