"Okay." The driver opened the rear door and Wang Fuqu walked in to check Mu Xue's situation. He came out after a while, "Catch up with my car, the Superintendent is coming soon." After Wang Fuqu finished speaking, a man walked behind him. The bodyguard opened the door for him.

Then sitting in the driving seat, Wang Fuqu sat in the back seat and closed his eyes to rest. He didn't take a good rest day and night. The vehicles are driven on some remote national roads, and try to avoid the superintendent's investigation.

The sky gradually turned white, and a warm sun slowly rose, shining on this dignified and gorgeous villa. A room on the third floor showed a ray of light, but there was no warmth.

Liu Xia originally thought that he would be able to turn on this old-fashioned computer soon, but it took a lot of effort to crack the computer before the sun rose. Outside the house, in addition to the two teams of special police, a team of people with the same uniform as the Ryuxia Yangling Army was added.

The nine people at the Suzhou air defense military base were called here overnight to guard Mu Xiao and their safety. One of the nine people was born in the Medical Department of the Military Academy and was responsible for rescuing and treating injuries in the team.

But don't just think that he will only save people. This guy from a military background uses military combat skills and understands firearms and ammunition. He is a leader in the army, and he can easily single out the ruthless role of a platoon of soldiers.

The reason why I served as a military doctor in Mu Xiao’s team was because his ancestors were all practicing medicine, and his grandmother also believed in Buddhism. Reason, let him not kill.

It was a pity that things went wrong. After seeing the bloody and cruel scenes on the battlefield, he also let him know that the only ones who can save people are those with power in their hands, and that violence can only succumb to greater violence.

Yan Zhaoming, who abandoned the doctor and began to learn the art of killing, relied on the skills of the Chinese to enter the Spike Special Forces. But he did not give up his medical skills to save people, he tried his best not to shoot easily on the battlefield.

He will only show up when his teammate is injured. After the war, he would treat the bad guys who were captured, even if they were the bad guys who did all the bad things before, he treats them equally.

It's just such a person who has a fierce nickname in the team, "King Yan Luo!" Mu Qiu, who heard this nickname for the first time, thought that this person was a fierce person, not to mention fierce, he should be. A man who stands there without anger.

When Yan Zhaoming stood in front of him, Mu Qiu was also dumbfounded. Not only did this man seem to have no bluff at all, but on the contrary, he had an easy-to-get-together look.

A baby face with no age, two dimples hung on the face without expression, it seemed that he was smiling. Mu Qiu asked Yang Lingjun next to him, "This is the King Yan Luo in Liuxia's mouth? Why doesn't it look like it?"

Yang Lingjun, who didn't talk much to others, seemed to be pretty good to Mu Qiu, and explained to him, "This is King Yan Luo in our team, don't look at his gentle face."

"In the past, he killed a 70-strong armed rebel army with one person on the battlefield in the Middle East. The rebel countries at that time were shocked. Until now, the rebel army there heard his name. I have lingering palpitations."

Mu Qiu asked suspiciously, "Then why did he kill those seventy people?"

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