Are the people you have in your hands such a bunch of dilettantes?"
Mo Shangyun tilted his head slightly, slightly twitching the corner of his mouth. When he looked at Bai Chuan, there was a hint of sarcasm and provocation in his eyes.
More than half of the people present could understand what Mo Shangjun said, only a few who didn't understand the language were confused.
As soon as she said this, Bai Chuan didn't seem to make any move, but the others couldn't stand it anymore, and their anger suddenly came up. At that moment, their eyes full of murderous intent swept towards Mo Shangyun, almost killing Mo Shangyun.
Shang Yun was so embarrassed in front of him.
However, Mo Shangyun, who had long been accustomed to this kind of atmosphere, faced so many looks of hatred, anger, and hostility, but it was not painful at all, and he did not take it seriously at all.
"Compared to you, there aren't many who are half-assed." Bai Chuan accepted her words without getting angry.
Don't argue with her, don't get angry with her, this agreeable way of speaking made Mo Shangyun irritated for no reason.
Bai Chuan glanced at the people around Xiao Hei, and soon the two men, one on the left and the other on the right, approached Mo Shangjun and directly grabbed Mo Shangjun's arms, restricting Mo Shangjun's movements.
He also took off all of Mo Shangjun's communication equipment to prevent Mo Shangjun from secretly communicating with people nearby.
Mo Shangyun struggled in his heart for a moment, but in the end he did not choose to resist rashly.
After all, her forehead was still pressed against the muzzle of Xiao Hei's gun.
This is Bai Chuan walking towards Mo Shangyun step by step.
After a few steps, he arrived in front of Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangyun looked at him with a cold face, his brows filled with coldness.
Baichuan looked calm and calm, and took out a dagger calmly.
Kaba 117 multi-purpose straight knife is known as the eternal iron-blooded hero on the battlefield. It uses a planed tip for shooting and a wide blood groove. The handle is made of pure cowhide, making it non-absorbent and highly non-slip.
It has been treated to prevent mildew. The bottom of the handle is a smooth iron ring. In addition to preventing it from catching or scratching clothes, it is also often used as an iron hammer.
This is a knife commonly used by Shirakawa and one of his favorite knives.
What made Mo Shangyun angry was that the Kaaba 117 in his hand was given to him by Mo Shangyun when he was in the military academy.
This was the last gift Mo Shangjun gave him before they became strangers.
But now, Bai Chuan took out the knife from the scabbard and pointed it at Mo Shangyun.
"Left hand."
Bai Chuan said two words to the person on the left of Mo Shangjun.
The other party immediately grabbed Mo Shangyun's left wrist and pulled her sleeve up, revealing a white and tender arm.
In this hot summer, the blade of the blade is cold. As Baichuan raises and lowers the blade, the cold temperature of the blade is transmitted through the skin of the arm. Then, accompanied by a stinging pain, blood emerges from the scratched wound, and the warmth
The hot blood drives away the coldness of the blade.
A long wound with blood flowing out.
Mo Shangjun looked at Bai Chuan coldly, without even frowning, with a calm expression, as if the wound never appeared on her body at all.
Xiao Hei glanced at Mo Shangyun worriedly. His hand holding the pistol was quite unsteady, but it was only for a moment. The next moment, he pretended that he had not seen anything. Before Bai Chuan gave the order, he still pointed the pistol at Mo Shangyun.
Shangjun's head.
"The accounts have been settled."
Bai Chuan said calmly and put the bloody knife back into the scabbard.
Mo Shangyun sneered.
have to!
After digging such a big hole for her, is Shuijian's relationship "settling accounts"?
Although he was still confused at first, the wound and pain on his left hand allowed Mo Shangjun to successfully connect the cause and effect.
Nothing else. The last time she saw Shui Jian, she made a cut on Shui Jian's left hand.
Baichuan tried his best to repay Shuijian with this knife.
funny.
Mo Shangjun only thought it was funny.
Funny beyond words.
She simply gave up communicating with Bai Chuan, even the last word he said felt ridiculous.
Just then, she heard footsteps on the corridor, and soon a familiar figure appeared in her field of vision.
"Let her go."
A familiar and magnetic voice came.
Mo Shangjun raised his eyes, and his gaze passed over Baichuan and fell on Yan Tianxing.
He was still wearing casual clothes, without any extra equipment, but he held a rifle in his hand and pointed it at Bai Chuan's head. And his sight with the power of transmission fell steadily on Mo Shangyun, even though he did not have any emotions.
, but just a look was like a reassurance to Mo Shangjun.
Behind him were several heavily armed police officers.
The battle outside is still heating up and has not subsided... Why does Yan Tianxing, the commander, appear here?
Mo Shangjun mentioned it, a little surprised, but definitely not a surprise.
At the same time, several red rays of light came from unknown directions, all aimed at Bai Chuan.
Ajna, throat, heart.
Bai Chuan was very calm, but the Little Black Protector was so eager that his grip on the gun was unstable for a moment. Mo Shangjun took advantage of this gap and tilted his head back slightly to avoid the muzzle of the gun. At the same time, he relaxed the opponent because her left hand was injured.
The restrained left hand broke away, and then an elbow knocked Xiao Hei away. At the same time, her knee hit the person holding her on the right. The other person let go of her hand when she was in pain, and Mo Shangjun regained his freedom.
.
The moment she took action, Yan Tianxing and the armed police began to take action.
Suddenly, the narrow corridor was filled with hail of bullets.
Mo Shangjun immediately pushed open the door next to him and ducked in. But before the door could close, Bai Chuan followed closely, and Mo Shangjun soon started fighting with him.
The left hand was injured and the bleeding had not stopped. The reaction speed of Mo Shangjun's left hand was a bit slow, and even the silk thread was not flexible. Bai Chuan avoided it several times. Even if Bai Chuan was slightly inferior to her in terms of skill, he still had her injuries.
Being held back here, Baichuan also has an advantage.
However, within a few rounds, Mo Shangyun was suppressed by Bai Chuan.
The corridor was full of gunshots, which were very dense. When Mo Shangyun thought of Yan Tianxing, who was not even wearing a bulletproof vest, his movements became a little anxious for no reason. (To be continued)