My Little Mom is the Richest

"Okay." The driver opened the rear door. Wang Fuqu walked in to check on Mu Xue and came out after a while. "Follow my car. The police are coming soon." After Wang Fuqu finished speaking, a bodyguard came from behind. Open the door for him.

Then he sat in the driver's seat, and Wang Fuqu sat in the back seat and closed his eyes to rest. He didn't get a good rest all day and night. The vehicles are driven on some remote national highways to try to avoid police pursuit.

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

Liu Xia originally thought that she would be able to open this old computer quickly, but it still 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 officers, there was another team of people wearing the same uniforms as Liu Xia Yang Lingjun.

Nine people from the Suzhou Air Defense Military Base were called here overnight to guard the safety of Mu Xiao and the others. One of the nine people was from 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 can only save people. This guy who was a military doctor is one of the best in the army with his military fighting skills and knowledge of firearms and ammunition. He can easily challenge a platoon of soldiers in a single ruthless role.

The reason why he serves as a military doctor in Mu Xiao's team is because his ancestors are all practicing medicine, and his grandmother believes in Buddhism. When he was young, he always instilled in him that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Reason, let him not kill.

Unfortunately, things went against his wishes. After seeing the bloody and cruel scenes on the battlefield, he also knew that the only people who could save people were those with power in their hands, and violence could only mean succumbing to greater violence.

Yan Zhaoming, who abandoned medicine and began to learn the art of killing, relied on his compatriot skills to join the Langya Special Forces. But he did not give up his medical skills to save people. On the battlefield, he tried not to shoot easily.

He only appears when a teammate is injured. After the war, he would also treat the captured bad guys, even if they were bad guys who had done bad things before, he would treat them equally in his hands.

Just such a person 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-looking person. Not to mention a vicious person, he should be A man who stands there without being angry.

When Yan Zhaoming stood in front of him, Mu Qiu was also stunned. Not only does this man not look bluffing, but he actually looks easy to get along with.

He has a baby face that shows his age, with two dimples hanging on his face, even when he is expressionless, he feels like he is smiling. Mu Qiu asked Yang Lingjun beside him, "Is this the King Yan Luo that Liu Xia talks about? Why doesn't it look like him?"

Yang Lingjun, who didn't talk much to others, seemed to treat Mu Qiu quite well and explained for him, "This is King Yan Luo in our team. Don't look at his gentle look on his face."

"He killed an armed rebel army of more than 70 people by himself in a fit of rage on the battlefield in the Middle East. The rebel countries at that time were shocked. Even now, when the rebels there hear his name, they still... I still have lingering fears.”

Mu Qiu said doubtfully, "Then why did he kill those seventy people?" ,,.