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"Bang--" There was a loud noise, and the rear of the car was hit heavily. The whole car shook.

Jing Yu had just been able to speak to Yu Zeyao with ease, and his face had already turned pale. Fortunately, wearing a seat belt, or else the whole person was hit and flew out.

She hadn't prepared for it, and listened to ‘bang—bang—’ with a few sounds.

It was the sound of gunfire.

The bullet hit the window, leaving clear bullet marks.

She looked at the strange traces, a little hesitant. The next instant, the bullets were like a rain of bullets in a gun forest, pinching back and forth, and flying towards them. Although the windows were bullet-proofed, I was afraid that they would not be able to withstand serial damage.

If this window is destroyed, several people in their car will be sieved as soon as possible.

Jing Yu thought that she might be truly killed today, thinking of her father who was unconscious and unattended in bed, and she felt endless sadness and desolation.

Just then, a long arm suddenly came across, holding her tightly. The arm of a man is full of strength, which is a reassuring strength.

Jing Yu did not push away, but looked up at him, only to see him look more dignified than ever, staring at her with a deep look, and commanding: "Get down!"

That look could tell how bad the situation was at the moment.

With that said, the eyes had turned to the car immediately following. Jing Yu clearly saw that he had a pistol carved with a delicate pattern in the other hand. She lay down almost immediately, buried in his lap. However, as soon as this action was completed, Jing Yu was surprised that something was wrong.

What am I doing to be scared? !!

His face suddenly became red, and he wanted to get up again.

At the back of my head, I was clenched by a big hand, "Don't move, now I want to open the window. I don't want to hurt you."

Jing Yu: "..."

She was as stiff as a fossil, not to mention moving, she was holding her breath. What the **** is she doing!

Before he was ashamed of himself, he heard him say, "Walk around!"

The car made a sharp turn, Jing Yu buried her head between the men's legs and could not see anything, but the whole person was protected by him.

"Cheng En, I hit the tires from here. You hit the gas tank from there."

"Okay, sir."

Cheng En responded with a sound, the window lowered, and several crisp gunshots were connected, and the battle entered the stage of fever.

But there were not many people attacking back and forth. After a car burned, another came out aggressively at the street intersection.

After Yu Zeyao fired a few shots handsomely, they won them a temporary respite. The next instant, they heard Cheng En shouting in front: "Sir, our people are here!"

What happened next was not known to Jingyu. But from the big palm or loose or tight force on her waist, she also felt whether the situation was relaxed or tight. Now they are all hanging on the line, but Jing Yu is gradually less afraid than before. Because he said he would keep his own life, she believed. Her big palm was always guarded on that waist, and she gradually felt relieved.

Peace of mind-this kind of emotion is obtained by a strange man, especially at such a dangerous time, it only sounds a little funny.

"Sir, the danger is lifted." After a gunfire, the car stopped slowly, and the door was solemnly opened from the outside. At a glance, he saw the picture of the woman in the back compartment buried in his legs, stunned.

Is this ... sir, too playing too ... for excitement?

In that case, you can still do such beautiful things in the car. He has to admire it!

Yu Zeyao threw the gun in his solemn hand and looked back at the man in his arms. This picture made him feel hot now. Breathing, fever.

"It's okay, get up." He began, his voice hoarse.

Jing Yu looked up, originally scared and had forgotten how embarrassing he was, but now he looked up at the sight of his dark tide, the sense of shame surged up.

She stepped back and stopped looking at him.

On the cheek, there was still the terrible heat contaminated from somewhere on the man, which burned her face one after another.

Yu Zeyao's eyes did not stay on her much. He had to admit that even in this case, his body felt strong because of her casual touch just now. It is ridiculous that her actions are not even ‘撩’.

He discovered for the first time that it turned out that his body was so longing for her.

"Ms. Jing." It was solemnity to break the compartment silence. Although I didn't see the front face in that posture just now, I solemnly figured out with my toes. I can sit in Mr.'s car, except that she will never have a second woman.

Jing Yu was embarrassed and nodded slightly.

Yu Zeyao asked, "Who are you from?"

"It hasn't been found for the time being, maybe Song Guoyao's people did it, but it doesn't rule out the killer sent by your uncle."

Yu Zeyao was not surprised by this answer. Just commanded: "Clean the streets and say hello to the media, so as not to cause social panic."

"it is good."

Jing Yu was listening to these words, and he felt that Yu Zeyao was by no means an ordinary person. I'm afraid she had previously guessed that he was a man on the underworld, and that he was inseparable.

After she calmed down, she pushed the car door from the other side and went down. Yu Zeyao spoke solemnly before getting out of the car.

This area has been blocked off, there is no car and pedestrians, and she has to walk to the next bus station.

"Wait a moment." Yu Zeyao stopped her.

Jing Yu turned around and saw that he was following him. He stepped forward: "That tie clip, I mail it to my wife, it will be safer."

Yu Zeyao chuckled, "Coward."

Jing Yu stared at him, "This kind of thing is naturally timid. You may be accustomed to such dangers, so you don't care so much. I deal with patients every day, watching the patients struggling in life and death, I know how valuable life is."

Yu Zeyao smiled on his face and converged. He looked at her with a determined look, focused and serious.

When she was finished, he slowly said, "No one is used to such danger, and no one really cares about his life. I am the same as you, but I am not the same as you."

Jing Yu looked at him. I don't know if it's his own illusion, and suddenly felt that there was a bleak and helplessness in his words.

"I've been in danger like this since I was sensible-I have no choice."

Jing Yu listened, and suddenly couldn't say a word, his throat seemed to be blocked. He stared at his eyes and eased a lot.

She was thinking about what to say in response to him, only to hear him suddenly whisper, "Be careful!"