No one expected that Jian Su would choose such a decisive method, not to die together, but at least to bring five burial objects.
But the number of people was a disadvantage after all. After the bullets in the gun chamber were used up, the woman kneeling on the muddy ground could only watch in resignation as the enemy leader raised his gun towards her.
Her expression before leaving was indifferent, as peaceful as if she was just going to a tea flower banquet, with flowers accompanying her all the way, and a breeze chasing her, marking her every step of the way.
boom--
The last shot landed, hitting Jian Su right in the left heart.
A large group of people watched helplessly as a stubborn life fell in front of them. Their hearts, which had not been healed for many years, suddenly beat uncontrollably. It was as if they had committed some unforgivable sin with their own hands.
It seems that they, stained with blood, are no longer qualified to appreciate all the beautiful scenes in the world.
They are not good people, they are desperadoes who have been wandering on the edge of justice and morality for many years.
Jian Su slowly slid to the ground. Her eyes were full of emptiness, and thousands of memories were rushing around in her brain. But these memories were all so unfamiliar to her and did not belong to her.
Slowly, she saw a little girl who looked very much like her when she was a child, riding on a stone lion in front of the Ever Palace. The little girl shouted excitedly, "Drive, drive..."
Afterwards, a serious-looking man in his early thirties walked towards her.
"Susu, the Ever Palace is a sacred place. You are not allowed to ride a lion here again. How unbecoming it is!"
After being scolded, the little girl pursed her lips sadly and began to cry. The tall man then touched her head helplessly, "Don't cry, Su Su. Crying can't solve the problem, and it's not something to be proud of."
A drop of rain splashed into Jian Su's eyes. The water drops blurred her vision, and her mind turned a page accordingly.
Appearing in this scene are three boys and a little girl named Susu.
The three boys looked to be five or six years older than the little girl, and one of the boys in white pinched Su Su's face mischievously, and did not forget to joke to his two buddies, "Axi, Xi
Che, look, her face is so soft, like it’s made of cotton. But my mother said that female creatures are all made of water, but aren’t the constituent elements of water hydrogen and oxygen? The composition of living things should be more complicated.
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"Okay, Zi Juan, stop showing off your common sense. Didn't you see that the little girl's eyes are red? Why don't you let her go?"
The gentle young man in black is obviously more considerate of others.
The boy in white curled his lips when he heard this and let go of his hand. After a while, he saw the little girl viciously push the boy in black who came forward, "Get out of here, I hate you so much."
"Hahaha, come on, Axi, what's the use of being a good old man? What do the kids say about you? You're annoying, hahaha..."
Except for the indifferent young boy next to them, the other two people were obviously paying close attention to the little girl.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, I have to tell daddy that I met a bad guy, wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
The little girl wiped her tears and walked back, with the unbridled laughter of the boy in white behind her.
One after another, one after another, and then came the scene where the body of the little girl's father was transported back to the city of Bra. Wearing simple mourning clothes, she was so sad that she couldn't control herself. The old housekeeper with bushy hair comforted her softly at the side,
But she pushed him away, "Dad, I want dad, ah..."
The sharp cries gradually drifted away.
The sound of rain became louder and louder, and the rain became more and more powerful. The temperature on the body dropped little by little, and in the end, in Jian Su's field of vision, there was only endless rain.
An enemy soldier in the distance raised his gun again, but was slapped away by another man, "That's enough, let's go. It's really unlucky. If she doesn't die like this, then her life is in danger. Let's go, let's go."
"But boss, we are not..."
"No, no, damn, mother-in-law, mother-in-law, what are you doing? Women love beauty, and you still want to shoot her in the head?"
"No... no, he should be dead. It's been so long since he was hit in the heart... Then boss, let's retreat quickly, lest someone comes."
"Pack up the guys, let's go wandering in the west of country Z for a while. Considering this woman's identity, we won't be able to move around Bra City in the short term."
"yes……"
After dinner, Zong Zhengxi went to the study for a meeting. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but for a moment, he couldn't figure it out at all.
It rained outside the window, and the temperature inside the room dropped a bit.
The pen in his hand suddenly stopped, and after a pause, Zong Zhengxi took out the photos hidden in his pocket again.
The first one was the one he stole back from Yin Na.
The ones below are the dwarfs captured by the assistant.
"Dwarf, dwarf...lover..."
Saying this unconsciously, Zong Zhengxi couldn't help but smile at the corner of his lips, a gentle and elegant smile. But the next second, his face stiffened, and the photo in his hand slipped to the ground.
He stood up suddenly and ran outside without looking back.
No, I finally remembered what was wrong. He told the car that picked up Jian Su that he must call him as soon as possible after sending Jian Su to school, but now, time has passed...
After calling in the soldiers responsible for news communication in the palace, Zong Zhengxi immediately ordered: "Contact the car escorting Miss Jian. If you cannot contact her immediately, send someone to find it along the route."
There is no one in the cold and empty woods.
The middle-aged man who rushed to the scene wearing casual clothes immediately headed into the woods after his subordinates reported the surrounding situation.
Two subordinates were lighting lamps in front of them, and the middle-aged man could hardly have had a bit of anxiety on his face that was inconsistent with his nature.
"Report, eleven victims found fifty meters away."
After a subordinate who went to explore the road came back to report the situation, the middle-aged man's face paused, and then he quickened his pace. He ran and said: "Check one by one to confirm whether there are any survivors."
"yes."
"Report, the man here was shot and suffered massive pulmonary hemorrhage and has passed away."
"Report, there is a person here wearing the badge of the palace guard. He was shot in multiple places and has passed away."
"Report, a person here has passed away."
"Report……"
In less than five minutes, the group of people who came quickly made a decision, and every sound was deserted.
"Report, one person here is seriously injured, but still has weak vital signs."
Finally, there was a survivor, and the subordinate responsible for the inspection suddenly shouted, unable to conceal his surprise.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man walked over quickly, squatted down, and brushed the hair from the woman's head.
Under the strong light, a bright silver teardrop on the woman's neck instantly caught the middle-aged man's breath.
"How could it be... on her..."
After a speechless expression, the middle-aged man's face turned pale and he said, "Take her back immediately."