Liang Zhiqiong sat in the corner of the computer room, breathing deeply and holding tightly the dagger Mo Shangjun gave her.
She was quite lucky. Only one person came to deal with her. She dealt with that person outside for a while. She originally plucked up the courage to confront him face to face, but the other person had a gun on her body.
After brushing against her arm, she realized the disparity between their equipment, and then after getting Peng Yuqiu's permission...
Well, he just ran away.
On the premise of luring the other party away, Liang Zhiqiong wandered around, leading people around, but she couldn't be found for a long time.
But now, Liang Zhiqiong is forced into a corner.
"what's the situation?"
Peng Yuqiu's somewhat anxious inquiry came from the earphones.
Liang Zhiqiong gasped and said nothing.
It's hard for her to control her volume now, and any slightest movement may attract the other person's attention.
Moreover, she vaguely felt... that person was getting closer and closer.
"Zhiqiong, calm down first." Peng Yuqiu's voice came from the earphones again, "Stay calm and observe the situation around you. If there is anything you can use, don't worry, take your time..."
Liang Zhiqiong blinked, almost under the guidance of Peng Yuqiu, and slowly recovered from the feeling of nervousness and anxiety. She raised her head slightly and began to observe the surrounding situation, from the nearest airport to a pile of accumulated containers.
She obediently searched for anything she could possibly use.
Although, she still thought about the gun in the man's hand from time to time, and the dark hole. After a bullet passed, she would feel a burning pain in her arm.
——This pain continues, making her unable to ignore it for a while.
What's worse is that when she thinks that the bullet is a few centimeters away from her heart, she feels an uncontrollable fear.
She hates this.
However, it cannot be overcome in a short time.
Liang Zhiqiong pursed her lips, and finally her eyes fell on the pile of containers.
If possible……
Liang Zhiqiong slowly exhaled, letting herself gradually calm down. She loosened her grip on the dagger, then tightened it again, allowing herself to accumulate sufficient courage.
There are two rows of machine tools in this room, both of which are placed against the wall. Liang Zhiqiong is locked between the end of the machine tools and the gap in the wall. Because there is thick dust accumulated in this place where no one has set foot for many years, even her whole body nerves are...
Even under the tight situation, you can still notice her series of footprints, not to mention the person chasing after her closely.
Realizing that she had no choice but to give it a try, Liang Zhiqiong gritted her teeth and simply broke the pot, waiting for the man to approach.
Step by step, the steps were steady, more calm than she thought.
Liang Zhiqiong's lips turned white, and she gradually raised her hand and placed it on the machine tool aside.
When the footsteps approached the direction of the container, Liang Zhiqiong suddenly started to act. She jumped up suddenly, put her hands on the machine tool, rolled over on the machine tool, and in a blink of an eye, she came to the side of the container. She would not only load something
The container of things was pushed forward with force, and the accumulated containers fell towards the man with a crash.
After all this tossing, the air was filled with flying dust, which made people cough.
Liang Zhiqiong did not hold on to the hope that the container would crush the person to death. Instead, when the container fell to the ground and the person stepped back, he pounced in that direction, shortening the distance between him and the other person, thus achieving the purpose of close combat.
Purpose.
——As for who can win in close combat, it all depends on fate!
However, the other party obviously did not give her this chance.
The man barely took a step back, letting a row of containers fall in front of him. He looked up at her calmly amid the flying dust, raised his right hand, and pointed the muzzle of a pistol at Liang Zhiqiong's head.
Liang Zhiqiong was stunned immediately.
She choked on the dust and coughed, tears streaming down her face. When the gun was pointed at her, she froze in place. And when her tears were streaming, she didn't even notice anyone three meters away.
What a difference.
Until she heard a low and calm question——
"Who are you?"
It's just three words, with a clear accent and no accent at all.
Liang Zhiqiong only thought that her tears were moved by hearing standard Mandarin.
"Say name."
The voice in the earphones reminded.
"Liang Zhiqiong." Liang Zhiqiong raised his hand and rubbed his dusty eyes, and Liang Zhiqiong announced his name.
"Come down."
The man looked her over and put the gun away.
With her vision blurred, Liang Zhiqiong tried hard to see clearly the face of the person in front of her, but she could only see a faint outline. She couldn't help but ask: "Who are you?"
"Helian Changfeng." The man replied.
Savior!
Hearing the name, Liang Zhiqiong immediately breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and jumped off the machine bed.
It was a good thing she didn't jump. With such a jump, the dust that had just fallen flew up again in the blink of an eye. She was choked and coughed twice again.
Raising her hand to pat her chest, Liang Zhiqiong hurriedly said to the man: "I still have a friend."
Mo Shangyun is one person against three people!
"She's fine."
"Then the one who just chased me..."
"It's at the door."
This person spoke simply and clearly, his tone sounded really indifferent, and he did not express any intention of friendly communication.
How can I put it this way? It's probably not very easy to get along with.
Liang Zhiqiong thought for a while, and finally nodded to the savior, "Oh."
The vision gradually returned to clarity, but the man had turned around and walked away, and Liang Zhiqiong could only see the back of his head.
The man was so tall that even Liang Zhiqiong had to look up. Just his back gave people a sense of calmness and reliability, making him feel extremely safe for no reason.
Liang Zhiqiong patted his chest.
If she hadn't known that this man was married, her little heart might secretly beat twice.
Walking to the door with Helian Changfeng, Liang Zhiqiong saw the person lying at the door - the one who was chasing him.
"Just one person?" Helian Changfeng asked coldly.
"Um."
Liang Zhiqiong nodded with red eyes. She felt so guilty that she didn't even dare to raise her eyes.
"Performing well," Helian Changfeng said lightly, and then said, "Let's go."
"Is it good?"
Liang Zhiqiong followed behind with a look of surprise.
Helian Changfeng: "Yeah."
Liang Zhiqiong's eyes immediately gleamed.
Peng Yuqiu, who heard the conversation between the two clearly over the phone, almost vomited to death without a mouthful of blood.
Isn’t it said that the selection requirements for Sha Sword are very high?!
Didn’t it mean that the captain of Shajian has higher requirements?!
Why is your performance so good? How could you praise someone so much in person? This idiot Liang Zhiqiong...
Peng Yuqiu thought through gritted teeth.
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the other side.
inside the room.
Time passes little by little.
Almost under Mo Shangyun's eyes, the man who fell to the ground was slowly moving towards the gun.
Mo Shangjun's nerves were tense and he was thinking about the possibility of outpacing his opponent.
The person pointing at her is also thinking about this problem, so the other person places more hopes on his companions.
Can--
As long as the second accomplice gets a gun, Mo Shangyun's side is destined to have no hope of victory.
"You! Who?!"
The man holding a gun opposite asked Mo Shangjun fiercely.
The language was still in English. Mo Shangyun just pretended that he didn't understand and looked at him with squinted eyes in confusion.
Her steps moved slightly to the side.
——Exactly the direction in which people on the ground move.
"stop!"
The man opposite immediately shouted, using blunt Mandarin. One word he shouted was earth-shattering, as if he was shouting a slogan again.
Mo Shangyun couldn't help but frown.
She froze and planned to find a breakthrough, but it was too late.
As soon as he glanced at it, he saw that the man on the ground was about to stretch out his hand towards the pistol.
A drop of sweat slid down his chin.
Almost at the same time——
Another figure suddenly appeared in Mo Shangyun's field of vision. A fruit knife drew a sharp arc from the air, reflecting the dazzling light under the scorching sun, and then stabbed into the back of the neck of the man holding the gun from the opposite side.
The knife penetrated the throat and was pulled out without mercy.
In an instant, blood dyed the field of vision red, and the man was fatally stabbed. Until his death, he did not know where the ghost came from and killed him.
In these few seconds, the person on the ground picked up the pistol. Not knowing the fate of his companion, he immediately turned over and raised his hand to point at Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangjun's gun muzzle shifted direction almost without any pause, aiming while shaking. She pulled the trigger without hesitation, the bullet penetrated the man's arm, and the pistol that just got into his hand was like this
It fell weakly to the ground.
"Good marksmanship."
A cool voice came from the direction of the window.
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