"The people in your hands are such a group of half-assed people?"
Turning his head slightly, Mo Shangyun twitched the corner of his mouth lightly. 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 Mo Shangyun's words, and only a few who did not understand the language were confused.
As soon as she said these words, Bai Chuan didn't seem to have made any movement, and the others couldn't take it anymore, and their anger came up. Shangyun was like Ling Chi in person.
However, Mo Shangyun, who was used to this kind of atmosphere for a long time, didn't take it seriously in the face of so many hatred, angry and hostile gazes.
"Compared to you, there are not many who are not half-baked." Bai Chuan took her words without anger or anger.
Don't argue with her, don't get angry with her, this way of talking in agreement made Mo Shangyun annoyed for no reason.
Bai Chuan glanced at the people around Xiao Hei, and soon the two of them approached Mo Shangyun, grabbed Mo Shangyun's arms, and restricted Mo Shangyun's movements.
And he took off Mo Shangyun's communication equipment to prevent Mo Shangyun from secretly communicating with people nearby.
Mo Shangjun struggled for a moment, but in the end he didn't choose to resist rashly.
After all, her forehead was still held by Xiao Hei's gun.
This is, Bai Chuan walked towards Mo Shangyun step by step.
After a few steps, he came to Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangyun looked at him with a cold face, with a chill in his eyes.
Bai Chuan's expression was calm and calm, and he took out a dagger unhurriedly.
Kaba 1217 multi-purpose straight knife, known as the eternal iron hero on the battlefield. Shot with a planing tip, wide blood slot. The handle is pressed from pure cowhide, which makes it non-absorbent and has a considerable degree of slip resistance, and has been treated with mildew resistance. The bottom end of the handle is a sleek iron ring, which is often used as a hammer, in addition to avoiding hooking or scratching clothes.
This is a commonly used knife by Shirakawa, and it is also one of his favorite knives.
What made Mo Shangyun disgusted was that the Kabbah 1217 in his hand was given to him by Mo Shangjun when he was in the military academy.
This was the last gift Mo Shangyun gave him before they became strangers.
But now, Bai Chuan took the knife out of the scabbard and aimed it at Mo Shangyun.
"Left hand."
Bai Chuan said two words to the person on Mo Shangyun's left.
The other party immediately grabbed Mo Shangyun's left wrist and pulled up her sleeve, revealing a white and tender arm.
In this hot summer, the blade of the blade was cold. As Bai Chuan raised the blade, the icy temperature of the blade passed through the skin of his arm, and then accompanied by a stinging pain, blood gushed out from the cut wound. The hot blood expelled the coldness of the blade.
A long wound, blood flowing.
Mo Shangjun looked at Bai Chuan coldly, without even frowning, his expression was calm and composed, as if the wound had never appeared on her body at all.
Xiao Hei glanced at Mo Shangyun worriedly, the hand holding the pistol was quite unstable, but it was only for a moment, the next moment he didn't see anything, and before Bai Chuan gave an order, he still pointed the pistol at Mo Shangyun. Shangyun's head.
"The account is over."
Bai Chuan said slowly, and put the blood-stained knife back into the scabbard.
Mo Shangyun sneered.
have to!
Digging such a big hole for her, is the relationship "settled" for Shuijian
If he was confused at first, but the wound and pain in his left hand, let Mo Shangyun successfully connect the cause and effect.
Nothing else, the last time she saw Shuijian, she slashed at Shuijian's left hand.
Bai Chuan tried his best to pay back the knife for Shui Jian.
funny.
Mo Shangyun just thought it was funny.
Funny that can't be described in words.
She simply gave up communication with Bai Chuan, and even the last word he said felt absurd.
At this moment, she heard footsteps on the corridor, and soon a familiar figure appeared in her field of vision.
"Let go of her."
A familiar and magnetic voice came.
Mo Shangjun raised his eyes, his eyes passed over Baichuan and fell on Yan Tianxing.
He was still wearing casual clothes and had no extra equipment, but he held a rifle in his hand and aimed it at Bai Chuan's head. And his sight with transmissive power fell steadily on Mo Shangyun. Even though he didn't have any emotions, it was just a look, which was like a reassurance for Mo Shangyun.
Behind him are several heavily armed policemen.
The battle outside is still in a state of white-hot, as if it has not subsided... How could Yan Tianxing as the commander appear here
Mo Shangyun mentioned it in his heart, 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.
Eyebrows, throat, heart.
Bai Chuan was very calm, but the little black protector was eager to grab hold of the gun, Mo Shangyun took advantage of this gap, tilted his head back slightly, avoided the muzzle of the gun, and at the same time relaxed the opponent because of the injury to her left hand The shackled left hand broke free, and then an elbow smashed Xiao Hei away, and at the same time, his knee slammed into the person holding her on the right side. .
The moment she started, Yan Tianxing and the armed police all started to act.
Suddenly, the narrow corridor was flooded with bullets.
Mo Shangyun immediately pushed open the door beside him and went in directly, but before the door could be closed, Bai Chuan followed closely, and Mo Shangjun quickly fought him.
The left hand was injured, and the bleeding had not stopped. Mo Shangyun's left hand was a little slow to respond, and even the silk thread was inflexible, and was avoided by Bai Chuan several times. Even if Bai Chuan is slightly inferior to her in skill, and if her injury is holding her back here, Bai Chuan still has an advantage.
However, within a few rounds, Mo Shangyun was suppressed by Bai Chuan.
The corridor was full of gunshots, and it was very dense. When Mo Shangjun thought of Yan Tianxing who didn't even wear a body armor, his actions became a little anxious for no reason.
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