The man spoke, with a lazy tone, a magnetic voice and a somewhat diffuse smile, which was very nice to hear.
"Let go of the child."
"I want to see how holy you are." The man smiled sinisterly, pointing the gun in his hand at the head of the little girl held in his left arm, and squeezing the trigger of the gun with his slender fingers, making a motion to shoot.
Mu Mu's nervous forehead was dripping with sweat.
The little girl cried loudly.
Nian Xi's face appeared in her mind.
"What do you want me to do before you let those two children go?"
"It's very simple, point the gun at your own heart or temple and shoot."
"Okay, let the child go first."
"I'll put one down first." The man said, bending down and putting the little boy down.
Mu Mu waved to the little boy, "Come down, kid."
Unexpectedly, the little boy was so frightened that he cried loudly just now. At this moment, he suddenly burst out with manly courage. He hugged the man's thigh and beat it with a hammer as hard as he could, "Let go of sister, let go of sister, you bad guy."
The man did not expect that the little boy would come up with this move. In desperation, he lowered his head and kicked the little boy away.
Mu Mu took advantage of him to lower his head, aimed at the hand holding the gun and fired.
Although she didn't hit the man's tendon as she expected, the hit on his elbow was painful enough for him to instinctively let go of the pistol.
The gun fell to the ground. The little boy who was kicked to the ground probably watched too many movies and hurriedly stretched out his little hand to pick up the gun.
He raised his hands and faced the man, "Don't move, police."
The corners of Mu Mu's mouth twitched, "..."
Sure enough, today's movies and TV shows are misleading people.
The man painfully kicked away the little boy who was pointing the gun at him, and the gun flew out.
The door behind him was about to be broken down.
He hugged the little girl and continued to run upstairs.
With a gun in his hand, he was bleeding all the way.
He concentrated on being vigilant about the gun in Mu Mu's hand, and always protected himself with the little girl in his hand.
Mu Mu was afraid of hurting the child and did not dare to shoot.
Climbing the stairs with your baby in your arms will lead to an end even if you don’t get tired.
However, when they reached the eighth floor, the man suddenly threw the little girl back.
Mu Mu instinctively stretched out his hands to pick up the child.
The man took advantage of this moment and ran to the ninth floor quickly.
Mu Mu caught the child, who had fainted from fright.
"Little sister." She called twice, but the little girl didn't respond.
She looked up at the floor, a big 8.
His eyes narrowed suspiciously, and a flash of light flashed across his face.
It seemed that her guess was correct. The life this man wanted Zhao Zixia to harm was her son.
He knew that she was worried about her child's comfort, and she would definitely not continue pursuing him at this level.
The parents of the two children who were held hostage by the man just now called the police.
There were gunshots in the hospital, and the police surrounded the entire inpatient building.
Mu Mu handed the unconscious little girl to her parents.
Facing their thanks, she had no extra energy or time to be polite.
He turned around and ran to Qingteng's ward, his face and lips were pale, and he let the sweat drip from his forehead.
When she reached the door of the ward, her heart stopped for a moment and she opened the door.
The cries of the children in the house were heartbreaking.
Mu Mu rushed into the ward.
Ms. Lu held the child and walked back and forth beside the coffee table, coaxing the child as she walked.
Mu Mu walked over, hugged Ms. Lu's waist, and pressed his face against her back, "Mom."
started to cry.
The mood suddenly collapsed.
Fortunately, the child is fine, fortunately, everything is fine.
"Mu Mu?" Ms. Lu was startled, and then breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Mu Mu's voice.