Stronghold, first floor.
Avoiding all the sentinel positions, Mo Shangjun appeared outside the window of Miao Lun's room.
The backyard is an open space. There are a few cars and a few sentinels on the outside against the wall, but the light is very dim. The people at the sentry probably feel that tonight is the same as before, nothing unexpected happens, and they are so sleepy. He couldn't lift it up, he neglected his duties at their respective posts, and didn't even notice anyone approaching.
Avoid them, as long as you have enough courage, you will basically not attract attention.
At this moment.
Mo Shangjun stood outside the window and heard the cries coming from inside. The woman's intermittent cries were painful. It was very obvious in this quiet night, but those who were half asleep didn't care about it at all, like is habitual.
After observing at the front door, Mo Shangjun heard the movement and wanted to break in, but there was movement at the front door. She guessed that Yan Tianxing's people had acted, so she went around to the back.
As it happened, the window was not closed, and there was no iron fence blocking it, which was more suitable for her to move.
Pulling the window open, Mo Shangyun clenched the dagger in his hand, propped his palm against the window, and turned directly into the house from the window.
She didn't move very much, at least, not only did the people outside not notice it, but even the people in the room didn't notice that there was another person inside.
Ignoring those uncomfortable voices, Mo Shangjun walked directly to the end of the bed with a cold face.
At this moment, the woman's cries stopped.
The man lying on top of her sat up, wiped off his sweat, and suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a figure standing at the end of the bed. He lost his voice as if his throat had been grabbed by an invisible force. In an instant, the body also fell into an ice cellar and immediately cooled down.
This kind of ghostly appearance is really scary.
Mo Shangyun didn't miss this opportunity, and when he raised his hand, a silencer gun was placed on Miao Lun's forehead.
The pitch-black muzzle made Miao Lun instantly return to reality from the unreal feeling.
"Who are you?" Miao Lun asked Mo Shangjun in English.
In a room without lights, Mo Shangyun stood in the shadows, Miao Lun could only see the outline of the person who came, and even her face could not be seen clearly.
Miao Lun was born as a sniper anyway, and his psychological quality was passable. Apart from the initial surprise and stun, he quickly recovered.
He didn't know where the other party came from. He must have some ability to sneak in quietly, and he should not act rashly.
"I didn't come to kill you," Mo Shangyun asked calmly, "at the end of last month, the person you hung on the cliff, remember?"
Hearing the voice of a woman, Miao Lun could not help but relax a little bit of vigilance.
What's more, her initial words seemed to make Miao Lun feel that she had a chance to survive.
After calming down completely, Miao Lun continued to ask, "Who are you?"
Mo Shangyun's eyes turned cold, the pistol pressed against his forehead, and at the same time, the knife in his left hand fell, directly piercing his thigh.
Her movements were neat and tidy, with a stab and a pull, blood spurted out of her leg immediately.
It was his artery that was stabbed.
The sudden pain caused Miao Lun to open his mouth subconsciously, but before he could roar, Mo Shangyun's pistol moved down, and the next moment, it was stuffed into his mouth.
Mo Shangyun hooked his lips, and threatened in a cold voice, "Are you asking for a try?"
Miao Lun hurriedly covered his thighs, his eyes widened, and the cold sweat on his face kept pouring out.
At the same time, Mo Shangjun glanced at the woman lying beside Miao Lun.
A mess, dying, not knowing what happened here.
Mo Shangyun retracted his gaze, and his expression became a little colder.
"I ask, you answer." Mo Shangjun leaned over, every word with biting coldness, "Otherwise, I can't guarantee that you will live to be treated."
Miao Lun, whose mouth was gagged, saw Mo Shangyun's cold face like the King of Hell, and his heart froze a little. He nodded with difficulty in pain and threat.
Mo Shangjun moved the muzzle back a little, to ensure that he could speak vaguely, but also to ensure that he could shoot him as soon as possible before he shouted or made other resistance.
People are always afraid of death, especially this group of mercenary people, although they live a life of licking blood, but they are extremely shy about their lives.
If he was given a chance at the beginning, he would have cherished his life even more, instead of thinking about breaking the net with Mo Shangyun from the beginning.
"Answer my question." Mo Shangyun said coldly.
"Remember, remember."
In order to cooperate with Mo Shangyun, Miao Lun nodded.
Mo Shangyun's fingers on the trigger trembled slightly.
"Why did you kill him?" Mo Shangjun asked again, making sure that his voice was calm and emotionless.
Miao Lun answered truthfully: "He bumped into our deal."
Squinting, Mo Shangjun continued to ask, "Why did he bump into him?"
"I don't know..." Miao Lun's face was distorted in pain, and the pronunciation of the words was a little inaccurate. He stressed in an uncomfortable tone, "I don't know."
Mo Shangyun took a deep breath.
At the same time, the sound of gunshots suddenly sounded outside. The cluttered and dense sound suddenly disturbed this quiet but dangerous building, so the gunshots became more intense.
There were two figures running from outside, and one of them turned back while running, and came over and knocked on the door. Miao Lun, as if seeing the dawn of hope, tried to move in that direction, trying to create a little movement. , but the person who knocked on the door, after getting no response, shouted a few words, telling him not to think about being happy, and quickly came out to fight, and then... ran away.
Miao Lun stared at her eyes and ran away as she watched the voice in a daze.
Soon, he felt a burst of coldness, and as soon as he regained his senses, he looked at Shang Mo Shangyun with a half-smile but not a smile in his eyes. Immediately, if a basin of cold water was poured from head to toe, his heart would be chilled.
Mo Shangjun didn't shoot, but the saber penetrated his right shoulder blade at a very fast speed. When the pain made him sweat, she pulled the pistol out of his mouth and aimed at him at the same time. A shot came from the left shoulder blade and went straight through.
With his upper body naked, the blood flowed down his skin without any cover, and the bright red blood spread on the sheets, and the bright red blood reflected on the white sheets, which was extremely dazzling.
He screamed.
However, no one would hear his screams on the night of the gunfire.
Two minutes later, when he didn't even have the strength to shout, Mo Shangjun opened the door and walked out openly.
She didn't kill him with her own hands, just like he didn't kill Chen Lu with her own hands.
Likewise, she didn't let him live, just like Chen Lu didn't survive either.
He would die of blood loss.
Although, this way of dying, compared to Chen Lu, is too cheap for him.
But there is no better way.
The door was open and the battle was on in the courtyard outside, but the main fire was diverted upstairs.
Mo Shangjun just wanted to find Lu Yang, but she just took a step—
Upstairs, a figure fell and smashed directly into the yard five meters away from her.
Mo Shangyun's figure suddenly stopped.
336. Shotgun [End]