Leng Zimo and Cheng An quickly ran over, and the soldier pushed aside the grass.
In the grass, there was a burnt black cylindrical object with a strong burnt smell. It could be vaguely seen as the shape of a human body, but the legs and arms seemed to have been blown off, leaving only one
Half of the broad back and head were charred black.
The soldier opened the half of the body and found that the head was completely burnt and his face was completely unrecognizable.
Cheng An turned to look at him, "How many people were on the plane at that time?"
"Only one." Leng Zimo said.
"That must be him!" Cheng An said.
Leng Zimo looked at the half-cut body on the ground and breathed out slowly, "Thank you for your hard work, everyone!"
Turning around, he strode out of the valley, then took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Luo Xiaoqian's number.
Because he was afraid of worrying her and because of time constraints, Leng Zimo did not tell Luo Xiaoqian about this matter.
Luo Xiaoqian waited for a long time but didn't reply. She called Cheng Xiao and Ah Jiu but no one answered. She was worried at the farm. Now she saw his phone number and immediately connected the call.
"Hello?!" Luo Xiaoqian's voice was filled with worry and urgency, "Zimo, where are you?!"
The nerves that have been tense have finally relaxed until now.
At this moment, Leng Zimo suddenly realized that he missed her so much.
"Honey, I miss you so much."
"Zimo?!" Luo Xiaoqian's tone was full of confusion. He suddenly said this, and she couldn't help but worry, "Where are you?!"
"Loke is dead. I'm in the suburbs, on my way to the hospital. You can go to the hospital too, and let's go visit Jiao Yang." Leng Zimo said calmly, "Don't worry, I just have some feelings. When I get to the hospital, I'll go to the hospital again."
I’ll explain it to you carefully and see you later.”
Hearing the words "Loke is dead", Luo Xiaoqian felt relieved, and her tone naturally relaxed, "Okay, see you later!"
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Inside the hospital.
Mo Bei, who was wearing a hospital gown, carefully opened the door of Jiao Yang's ward. Seeing that there was no doctor there, he immediately slipped in with a medicine bottle and came to his bedside.
Injecting an intravenous drip and running around with a medicine bottle?!
Seeing her, Jiao Yang just shook his lips helplessly, "Can't you just lie down quietly for a while?"
"I'm so bored lying there by myself." Mo Bei hung the medicine bottle on the shelf beside his bed and sat down next to him, "Thank you for today!"
"Thank you for nothing. You should." Jiao Yang's eyes glanced at her bloody wrist, "I'm sorry, Xiaobei, for making you suffer."
This matter had nothing to do with her in the first place. If Locke hadn't wanted to contain him, he wouldn't have captured her. Jiao Yang felt full of apologies.
Mo Bei smiled and glanced at the side of his face. She played with the medicine tube awkwardly, "Hey, Jiao Yang, let me ask you a question."
"What's the problem?" Jiao Yang looked sideways at her.
"You..." Mo Bei looked up at the medicine bottle above his head and said in a casual tone, "When you went to save me, didn't you think that you might die?!"
Jiao Yang shrugged, "No, does Locke just want to use me to threaten Xiao Qian? How could he kill me?"
"But, it's very dangerous, isn't it?!" Mo Bei asked.
"This matter has nothing to do with you in the first place. I should have rescued you!" Jiao Yang took a look at her face, stretched out his palm, and patted her arm comfortingly, "If you feel bad, I'll wait until you get paid.
When the time comes, just remember to treat me to a big meal!"
