Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

The footsteps approached step by step.

Liang Zhiqiong was in the corner of the computer room, breathing deeply, clutching the dagger that Mo Shangyun gave her.

She was lucky, only one person came to deal with her, and outside to deal with that person a bit, originally had the courage to want to face him with some resistance, but the other side had a gun in his body, clinging in a bullet After rubbing her arm, she realized the disparity between the two's equipment, and then after getting permission from Peng Yuqiu...

Well, just run away.

On the premise of leading the other party away, Liang Zhiqiong was turning around, but he also turned the group of people around, and did not find her figure for a long time.

But now, Liang Zhiqiong was forced into the corner.

"what's the situation?"

Some anxious inquiry from Peng Yuqiu came from the headphones.

Liang Zhiqiong gasped and did not speak.

It is very difficult for her to control the volume now, and once she makes a little noise, she may attract the attention of the other party.

Moreover, she faintly felt... that man was getting closer.

"Zhi Qiong, calm down first." The voice of Peng Yuqiu was heard again in the headphones. "Keep calm and observe the surroundings, what can be used, don't worry, take your time..."

Liang Zhiqiong blinked. Almost under the guidance of Peng Yuqiu, she slowly recovered from the feeling of tension and anxiety. She raised her head slightly and began to observe the surroundings, from the nearest airport to a pile of accumulated containers. She obediently searched for everything that might be used.

Although, she still thought of the gun in the man's hand, the black hole, and the burning pain in her arm after a bullet.

——This kind of pain continues, so that she can't ignore it for a while.

Even worse, when she thought that the bullet was a few centimeters away from her heart, she had an uncontrollable fear.

She hates this.

However, it cannot be overcome in a short time.

Liang Zhiqiong pursed his lips, and finally his eyes fell on the pile of containers.

If possible……

Liang Zhiqiong exhaled slowly, letting himself calm down gradually, the force of grasping the dagger was loosened, followed closely and tightly, letting him accumulate full courage.

There are two rows of machine tools in this room, which are placed against the wall. Liang Zhiqiong is locked between the end of the machine tool and the gap between the wall. Because there is thick dust accumulated in the place where no one has stepped on for many years, even her is in this whole body nerve. She could notice her string of footprints under tight conditions, not to mention the person who was chasing her behind.

Realizing that he could only fight one, Liang Zhiqiong clenched his teeth tightly, and simply broke the can, waiting for the man to come closer.

Step by step, the pace is calm, more calm than she thought.

Liang Zhiqiong's lips were pale, and his hands gradually lifted up, and he placed it on the machine tool beside him.

When the footsteps approached the direction of the container, Liang Zhiqiong began to act abruptly. The person jumped up and jumped on the machine tool. The whole person rolled on the machine tool and immediately came to the container. She will not only load anything. The container of things was pushed hard forward, and the accumulated container crashed towards the man.

After so much tossing, the air was full of flying dust, and people choked.

Liang Zhiqiong did not hold the hope that the container would kill the person, but at the moment when the container fell to the ground and the person retreated, the whole person fluttered in that direction, narrowing the distance to the other party, so as to achieve close combat purpose.

——As for who can win in close combat, everything depends on it!

However, the other party obviously did not give her this opportunity.

The man didn't step back almost half a step, and let a row of containers fall in front of him. He looked up at her calmly in the flying dust and raised his right hand. The muzzle of a pistol was aimed at Liang Zhiqiong's head.

Liang Zhiqiong was immediately embarrassed.

She coughed straight from the dust, and her tears ran out. When the gun was pointed at her, she froze, and when the tears were whirling, she didn’t even find anyone three meters away. What a difference.

Until she heard a low and calm inquiry--

"who are you?"

Simple three words, the character is round and has no accent.

Liang Zhiqiong only felt that his tears were moved by hearing standard Mandarin.

"Say the name."

The sound in the headset reminded.

"Liang Zhiqiong." Raised his hands and rubbed the dusty eyes, Liang Zhiqiong reported his name.

"Down."

The man glanced at her, then put the gun away.

In the blurred vision, Liang Zhiqiong tried hard to see the appearance of the people in front of her, but she could only see a silhouette, and she could not help asking: "Are you?"

"Helian Chang," the man answered.

Savior!

Hearing the name, Liang Zhiqiong immediately sighed and jumped off the machine.

It's okay for her not to jump. In this jump, the dust that just fell, and she flew up again in a blink of an eye. She was coughed twice again.

Raising his hands and patting his chest, Liang Zhiqiong hurriedly said to the man: "I still have a friend."

Mo Shangyun is one person to deal with three people!

"She's fine."

"The one who just chased me..."

"Down the door."

The man's speech was simple and clear, and the tone was really indifferent, and did not show the meaning of friendly exchanges.

How to say, should not get along well.

Liang Zhiqiong thought for a while, and finally nodded to the helper, "Oh."

The vision gradually returned to clear, but the man had turned around and walked away, and Liang Zhiqiong could only see one head behind.

The man was very tall, and even Liang Zhiqiong had to look up. With only a back view, it gave a calm and reliable feeling, and it made people feel extremely secure for no reason.

Liang Zhiqiong patted his chest.

If she didn't know that the man was married, her small heart might jump secretly.

When he walked to the door with Chief Helen, Liang Zhiqiong really saw the person who fell at the door-the one chasing himself.

"Just one?" Helian Chang asked coldly.

"Ok."

Liang Zhiqiong nodded with red eyes. He was really guilty, and even dared not lift his eyes.

"It's a good performance," Helen Company said softly, and then said, "Go."

"Are you good?"

Liang Zhiqiong followed behind in surprise.

Helen Chang said: "Well."

Liang Zhiqiong immediately flashed his eyes.

Through the phone, Peng Yuqiu, who heard the conversation clearly, almost died of vomiting.

Doesn’t it mean that the selection requirements of Shajian are very high? !

Doesn’t it mean that the captain of Shajian is more demanding? !

Good performance, where is there such a boast to meet, this fool Liang Zhiqiong...

Peng Yuqiu gritted his teeth thinking.

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the other side.

Inside the room.

Time passed little by little.

Almost under Mo Yanjun's eyelids, the fallen man was slowly moving in the direction of the gun and weapon.

Mo Shangjun's nerves are tense, thinking about the possibility of speed over the other party.

The person pointing at her is also thinking about this issue, so the other party puts more hope on his companion.

can--

As long as he got a gun for the second associate, Mo Shangjun was destined to have no hope of victory.

"You! Who?"

The man with the gun across from him asked Mo Shangyun evilly.

The English language is still used, and Mo Shangyun only thought it was incomprehensible, squinting at him with a little doubt.

Her footsteps moved slightly to the side.

-It is the direction in which people on the ground move.

"stop!"

The other person shouted immediately, using sturdy Mandarin, and the words shook the earth as if they were shouting slogans again.

Mo Shangyun couldn't help but frowned.

She froze, intending to find a breakthrough, but time was too late.

When he looked away, he saw that the man on the ground was about to reach out and reach towards the pistol.

A drop of sweat slipped down the chin.

Almost at the same time-

Another figure suddenly flashed in Mo Shangjun's field of vision. A fruit knife crossed a lingering arc from the air, refracting the dazzling light under the blazing sun, and then pierced the neck of the man who took the gun from the opposite side. With a knife through his throat, he pulled out mercilessly.

In an instant, blood stained his vision, and the man was killed with a knife, and he didn't know where he was from the ghost that came out of death.

It was in these few seconds that the man on the ground picked up the pistol, and he did not know the fate of his companion. He immediately turned over and raised his finger to Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangjun’s muzzle was almost without any pause in the direction of the transfer. She aimed at the shaking. She pulled the trigger without hesitation, the bullet penetrated from the man’s arm, and the pistol just arrived in his hand. Weakly fell to the ground.

"Good marksmanship."

A cool voice came from the direction of the window.