508. Chapter 508 The Thrilling Rescue of the Hostages! 12
Mo Jiu's emotions were almost out of control. The hand holding the gun was trembling. She held down Mrs. Chang's finger and pointed the dark muzzle of the gun at her temple.
The situation is very urgent. As long as one of the two people loses control of their fingers, the gun will go off!
Everyone in the corridor was stunned.
Long Qingtian looked at Mo Jiu in shock. After seeing Mo Jiu lose his composure, he stepped forward suddenly, held their hands very quickly, then waved them vigorously, pointed the gun at the roof of the hospital, and then...
…
Bang!
A gunshot resounded throughout the hospital.
"Chief!"
Some comrades exclaimed, and the situation in front of them was surprising.
The bullet was embedded in the roof, and Mrs. Chang was stunned. Her ferocious and twisted face looked a little dull, obviously frightened.
Mo Jiu, on the other hand, bit his lip and looked at Mrs. Chang very calmly.
Long Qingtian was already breaking out in a cold sweat. He didn't expect that after training in the army for so long, the wild nature in Mo Jiu's body had not yet been tamed.
But……
Isn't this Mo Jiu? After being tamed, is it still her?
After a long period of silence, Mrs. Chang suddenly covered her face and squatted on the ground, crying loudly!
Mojiu didn't blame Mrs. Chang, she just felt a fire coming out of her chest. It could be said that Mrs. Chang knocked her gun down.
Mrs. Chang cried.
Mo Jiu's expression calmed down instead.
Looking up again, I discovered that at the end of the corridor, a woman of about fifty years old was standing there, looking in this direction.
The woman looked very calm, mixed with a trace of panic.
A soldier noticed her sensitively and asked immediately. The lady immediately said: "I am Mrs. Ji."
The mother of Miss Ji, who was wearing red clothes and disappeared with Chang Weiyuan.
Although this lady looked panicked, she was not as crazy as Mrs. Chang.
Comparing the two, everyone has a good impression of Mrs. Ji.
Mo Jiu bit his lip.
She thought for a moment and then suddenly spoke.
"They may not be dead."
"They're not dead."
"They're not dead."
Three voices suddenly sounded, one with a gloomy tone, just stating a possibility, it was Mo Jiu.
There was a low and depressed feeling, feeling a little sad because of the sacrifice of his comrades, but at this moment, the words he said were definitely from Long Qingtian.
There was another voice...cold, calm, and steady. It was just stating a fact.
This voice is very nice, low and hoarse but not as steady as Long Qingtian, with a hint of nobility.
Mo Jiu followed the voice and looked towards the owner, but saw a man in a suit appearing at the end of the corridor.
The man was wearing a crisp black suit, which made his slim figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist look particularly well-proportioned. He looked particularly solemn and solemn, but what didn't match the suit was a pair of white brand-name sneakers.
Looking at the man's face again, it is a serious, informal smile, and very serious and cautious face. The facial features are very delicate and slightly feminine, but they become masculine because of the man's caution, leaving no doubt about his
gender.
He was very tall, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and he walked towards the two of them step by step. The look in his eyes made Mo Jiu feel that he, a living person, had become a work of art in his eyes.
The man looked at Mo Jiu and asked directly: "Why do you say that?"
Mo Jiu was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the question asked why he said they might still be alive.
