Xia Wei stupefied at Mo Yifan’s two fingers, holding the one that still emits hot breath and playing the height of the brain has been in a state of downtime.
Mo Yifan has a lot of extraordinary things. Xia Wei knows it, but she never imagined that Mo Yifan could chase after the bullet and form a finger to catch a bullet in the afterlife. This is beyond what she knows now. Imagine Mo Yifan doing it. It seems that it can be explained by miracles.
However, at this moment, Mo Yifan’s body suddenly burst into a dramatic shock in Xia Wei. His eyes leaned back slightly and his mouth opened to spray a mass of blood fog all over the sky. It seemed that he was thin for two times in a moment, and his thin body was misty with blood, as if a towering tree had been sawed off from its roots and fell backwards.
Mo Yifan knows that the purpose of his trip is far from being achieved. There are still four or five black sand regiments in the cabin on the current floor. I don’t know if Asun and his people can break in at the critical moment. If they can’t, then it will definitely be insane to come from the cabin alone now. He will shoot Ningfei Xia Wei back to his own department and kill him, which will make his efforts go to the east.
However, at this time, Mo Yifan’s vitality, which was forcibly stimulated by acupuncture, has been exhausted. He has even tried to walk the rotating wooden ladder. He can give up the last struggle and give himself a chance to survive. He may suddenly close his life pulse and enter a state similar to animal hibernation.
But at the moment he fell, a thin needle in his hand was wavy. In Xia Wei’s body, a needle was scratched and the thick rope broke. In a moment, Mo Yifan’s consciousness was completely closed up and restored. What can Xia Wei do? It is not that he can control it.
Oooo Xia Wei exclaimed and jumped up, trying to stretch out his hand to hold Mo Yifan, but after all, he was one step short and could watch Mo Yifan fall on her feet.
Xia Wei hurriedly pulled the white cloth stuck in his mouth and stretched out his hand to hold Mo Yifan up, shaking his body gently and calling, but Mo Yifan reacted like a piece of wood.
Xia Wei felt that Mo Yifan’s body temperature in his arms was so cold that he couldn’t help exclaiming a trembling hand. He first touched Mo Yifan’s nose and then explored Mo Yifan’s wrist pulse, but he didn’t respond at all. That is to say, Mo Yifan is now a dead man from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine.
No, it’s impossible, master. Master, you won’t die.
Xia Wei wailed a tear, which gurgled like a small river, and instantly wet Mo Yifan’s skirt. She couldn’t see Mo Yifan’s body, and there was nothing less than a fatal gunshot wound. Therefore, according to the usual situation, Mo Yifan should not die so suddenly.
Just a few seconds ago, Mo Yifan was just like a flying fairy. Suddenly, in front of Xia Wei, a horse was about to shoot into her eyebrows. The warhead was forcefully pinched, and after a few seconds, Mo Yifan actually breathed and even the body was cold. This is not logical.
It’s too abnormal, but it’s a method to change the facts. Xia Wei immediately thought of the scene where Mo Yifan suddenly appeared in front of her. The unusual scene seemed to be an eternal statue deeply imprinted in Xia Wei’s mind.
Xia Wei knew that it was beyond human power. She believed that Mo Yifan could do it. The incredible thing was probably that he bought back the opportunity she was born with at the cost of his own life.
Xia Wei held Mo Yifan’s increasingly cold body for more than ten seconds, then suddenly let out a cry, first put Mo Yifan on the ground, then lay on his hands and feet, and quickly climbed to the soft ground beside Dago, grabbed Dago’s hand, and aimed the gun at Dago’s head and banged twice.
Bright red blood and miserable white brains mixed together and gurgled from two bullet holes, which made a timid girl have nightmares for a month.
Xia Wei, however, seems to be still trying to trap to feel avenged and ruthlessly inserted the barrel into Dago’s eye socket. Before he died, Dago’s eye suddenly cracked slightly and violently to shoot a liquid of unclear color, which splashed all over Xia Wei’s face, while Xia Wei did not feel as if he had pulled the trigger again, banging two shots and playing Dago’s head completely into a rotten watermelon, bloody and unable to see his face any more.
Xia Wei raised his gun in his hand and yelled, only to see that the spiral staircase was still a Vietnamese with a barrel in his hand. She didn’t know whether the man was dead or alive, and she didn’t want to immediately climb to the spiral staircase and shoot an old gun until the magazine was polished. She also climbed to the spiral staircase.
Although Xia Wei’s marksmanship is really not so good, the rake at such a close distance is still there. This round of fierce shooting is almost a shot. When she came to the surface, the unlucky guy had already turned into a sieve and collapsed slightly.
Although Xia Wei killed two people in succession, they were already dead, but her eyes were still slightly red with the shock of the gun and the blood was bleak. Without the bullet in the gun, she took this scrap metal and slammed it on the face of the body, then picked up a submachine gun that fell to the ground, widened her eyes, kicked the half-closed door and roared. It was a round of fierce shooting at the back of the dark cabin.
Her heart is completely immersed in grief, regardless of how many enemies are hidden in this dark cabin, whether they will be exposed to enemy guns or whether their lives will be in danger. She mechanically pulled the trigger and made the submachine gun in her hand look like a dying live fish. It kept shaking and jumping in her arms, and the powerful recoil made Xia Wei’s arms completely numb, but she still clung to the gun in her hand.
First of all, she was greeted by two Vietnamese mercenaries who were like statues outside the door, but they didn’t move there with guns in their hands. They were beaten to pieces by several bullets, but they never fired a shot.
When they lost their balance and fell in front of Xia Wei, she saw that both of them were deeply stuck with a shining needle between their eyebrows.
The gun shot into a piece. Not only was the gun in Xia Wei’s hand spewing hot bullets, but also the gun outside the cabin responded. But I don’t know if Xia Wei was particularly lucky or if the gunmen were blind. Xia Wei finally didn’t move, but none of the bullets could hit her.
The gun finally stopped. Xia Wei sat down on the floor vigorously, panting heavily, and his body seemed to be falling apart, and his arms were even more unconscious
After a long time, a gentle step came from the open gate on the other side of the cabin.
Xia Wei was slightly surprised to numb his hands. The submachine gun in front of him was screaming and pulling the trigger again. But this time, there was a dull Kaka, but it didn’t leak to her. She had just shot the magazine crazily.
She severely buckled two, then roared and lost it, then climbed to the front next to the two guys with needles, and conveniently picked up a moving rifle and lifted it up.
Don’t shoot. We are friends of Mr. Mo.
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