The footsteps approached step by step.
Liang Zhiqiong filled the corner of the computer room, took a deep breath, and tightly grasped the dagger Mo Shangjun gave her in his hand.
She was lucky, only one person came to deal with her, and she dealt with that person outside. She had the courage to fight him face-to-face, but the other party had a gun and was close to the bullet. After rubbing her arm, she realized the disparity between the two's equipment, and after getting Peng Yuqiu's permission...
Well, just ran away.
On the premise of pulling the other party away, Liang Zhiqiong turned around, but she was also leading people around, and she couldn't find her for a long time.
But now, Liang Zhiqiong was cornered.
"what's the situation?"
Peng Yuqiu's anxious inquiries came from the earphones.
Liang Zhiqiong gasped and did not speak.
It is difficult for her to control the volume now, and once she makes a slight movement, it may attract the attention of the other party.
Moreover, she faintly felt... that person was getting closer.
"Zhiqiong, calm down first." Peng Yuqiu's voice came from the earphone again, "Keep calm, 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, she slowly recovered from the feeling of tension 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 everything she could possibly use.
Although, she still thinks of the gun in the man's hand from time to time, the dark hole, and after a bullet, her arm left a burning pain.
—The pain continued, and she couldn't ignore it for a while.
To make matters worse, when she thought that the bullet was her heart by a few centimeters, she had an uncontrollable fear.
She hates it.
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 let out a breath slowly, calmed herself down gradually, loosened her grip on the dagger, followed and tightened, allowing herself to accumulate sufficient courage.
There are two rows of machine tools in this room, all of which are placed against the wall. Liang Zhiqiong is locked between the end of the machine tool and the gap between the wall. Because of the accumulation of thick dust in this place that no one has stepped on all the year round, even her nerves in this kind of body Even in a tense situation, you can notice her series of footprints, not to mention the person who is chasing after her.
Realizing that he could only fight, Liang Zhiqiong clenched his teeth tightly, and simply broke the can and smashed, waiting for the person to approach.
Step by step, the pace was steady, more calm than she had imagined.
Liang Zhiqiong's lips turned pale, and her hand gradually lifted up and placed on the machine tool beside her.
When the footsteps approached the direction of the container, Liang Zhiqiong suddenly started to move, jumping up suddenly, with her hands on the machine tool, her whole body rolled on the machine tool, and she came to the container in a blink of an eye. The container of things was pushed forward with force, and the accumulated containers fell towards the man with a clatter.
After such a toss, the air is full of flying dust, which makes people cough.
Liang Zhiqiong did not hold the hope of smashing people to death with the container, but at the moment when the container fell to the ground and the person stepped back, the whole person swooped in that direction, narrowing the distance with the other party, so as to achieve close combat. Purpose.
- As for who can win the close combat, it all depends on fate!
However, the other party obviously did not give her this opportunity.
The man didn't step back for almost half a step. He let a row of containers fall in front of him, looked up at her calmly in the dust flying in the sky, raised his right hand, and aimed the muzzle of a pistol at Liang Zhiqiong's head.
Liang Zhiqiong was immediately stunned.
She was choked by the dust and coughed, tears streaming out, and when the gun was aimed at her, she froze in place, and when the tears were gushing, she didn't even notice anyone who was three meters away. what a difference.
Until she heard a low and calm question—
"Who are you?"
Simple three words, the words are round and round, without the slightest accent.
Liang Zhiqiong only thought that her tears were moved by hearing standard Mandarin.
"Say your name."
The voice in the earphone reminded.
"Liang Zhiqiong." He raised his hand and rubbed the dusty eyes, and Liang Zhiqiong reported his name.
"Come down."
The man glanced at her, then put the gun away.
In the blurred vision, Liang Zhiqiong tried her best to see the face of the person in front of her, but she could only see the outline of the person in front of her. She couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"
"Chang Helian." The man replied.
Savior!
Hearing the name, Liang Zhiqiong immediately breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and jumped off the machine.
It's good that she didn't jump. With such a jump, the dust that just fell flew up again in a blink of an eye, and she was choked and coughed twice again.
Raising his hand and clapping his chest, Liang Zhiqiong hurriedly said to the man, "I still have a friend."
Mo Shangyun is dealing with three people alone!
"She's fine."
"The one who just chased me..."
"It's down the door."
This person spoke simple and clear, his tone sounded really indifferent, and he did not express the meaning of friendly communication.
Anyway, it shouldn't be 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 out, 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 a back figure gave people a sense of stability and reliability, and made people feel extremely secure for no reason.
Liang Zhiqiong patted his chest.
If she hadn't known that this person was married, her little heart might have secretly beat twice.
Walking to the door with Helian Changqing, 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 was so guilty that she didn't even dare to lift her eyes.
"It's a good performance," Helian Changfeng said lightly, and then said, "Let's go."
"Not bad?"
Liang Zhiqiong followed behind with a look of surprise.
Helian Changmin: "En."
Liang Zhiqiong's eyes flashed immediately.
Through the phone, Peng Yuqiu, who could hear the conversation between the two clearly, almost vomited to death without a mouthful of blood.
Isn't it said that the selection requirements for Shajian are very high? !
Doesn't it mean that the captain of Shajian has higher requirements? !
What a good performance, how can someone be so complimented when they meet, Liang Zhiqiong is a fool...
Peng Yuqiu gritted his teeth and thought.
the other side.
inside the room.
Time passed little by little.
Almost under Mo Shangyun's eyelids, the man who fell to the ground was slowly moving in the direction of the guns and weapons.
Mo Shangyun's nerves were tense, thinking about the possibility of speeding the opponent.
The person pointing at her is also thinking about this issue, so the other party places more hope on their companions.
Can-
As long as the second accomplice gets the gun, Mo Shangyun is destined to have no hope of victory.
"You! Who?!"
The man with the gun on the opposite side asked Mo Shangyun fiercely.
The language was still in English, and Mo Shangyun just thought he didn't understand, and looked at him with squinted eyes and a little doubt.
Her footsteps shifted slightly to the side.
—It is the direction in which the people on the ground move.
"stop!"
The man across from him immediately shouted, in blunt Putonghua, one word shouted earth-shatteringly, as if shouting a slogan again.
Mo Shangyun couldn't help frowning.
She froze, intending to find a breakthrough, but it was too late.
Glancing at the sight, the man on the ground was about to stretch out his hand towards the pistol.
A drop of sweat ran down his chin.
almost at the same time—
Another figure suddenly flashed in Mo Shangyun's field of vision. A fruit knife slashed in a sharp arc from the air, reflecting the dazzling light under the scorching sun, and then stabbed from behind the neck of the man with the gun on the opposite side. With a knife through his throat, he pulled it out mercilessly.
In an instant, blood stained his vision, and the man was fatally stabbed, and he was killed by a ghost who came out of nowhere until he died.
That is to say, in these few seconds, the person on the ground picked up the pistol, and he, who didn't know the fate of his companion, immediately turned over and raised his finger to Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangyun's muzzle shifted direction almost without any pause, aiming while shaking, she pulled the trigger without hesitation, the bullet penetrated through the man's arm, and the pistol that had just reached his hand was just like that. Weakly fell to the ground.
"Good marksmanship."
A cool voice came from the direction of the window.
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