Right on Target

The monk closed his eyes and recited "Amitabha" silently. He wiped the blood from his face and was about to say hello to Xie Zhenshu when the **** car started moving.

The heavy goods vehicle that launched the attack first ran through the convoy like a catfish, grabbed the carriage of the **** vehicle with a claw-type catcher, and dragged it forcibly.

The body of the **** vehicle slanted sideways and hit the armored vehicles along the way. The car vibrated violently, the stretcher rolled over, and the glass shattered.

"It's a tricky thing," said Belle, who was manipulating the trap in the van.

The hermit continued to scream. He has the best vision and can see the bright flames around him.

Belle said, "Stop barking, Bulletproof!"

The hermit held the steering wheel and said, "That's scary too!"

Jiali pulled the joystick twice, and saw from the display screen that Wei Da's elite armored vehicle was attacking from both sides, blocking the forward position of the **** vehicle. She said: "Are you afraid of a ball? Mom! The road is stuck!"

Fu's mother in the carriage was drinking tea from a lace porcelain cup. The gun battle outside was fierce, but she was not affected. She smacked her lips, put down the teacup, applied the lipstick evenly in front of the small mirror, and said, "Don't make noise, wait a minute."

Jiali stared at the screen and saw Xie Zhenshu turning over from the hole on the roof of the **** car with Su Heting in his arms. She pushed the joystick hard and said, "It's out!"

Fu's mother buckled the small mirror and said, "Open a warehouse."

With one finger, the hermit poked tremblingly on the position opening button.

The bulletproof baffle on one side of the truck slowly descended. Fu Ma put on sunglasses, held the gun with both hands, and all four mechanical arms held the barrel, all facing the outside. She pursed her red lips and said harshly, "Hello, little ones, mother cat is here!"

The sound of cannons suddenly exploded, and Fu Ma's grinning laughter echoed. Her offensive method is bombing, four cannons fire in turn, and one person is responsible for an arsenal.

With the cover of a blessing mother, the pressure on the **** car dropped sharply. Xie Zhenshu had already carried the cat to the top, and two Weida elites climbed up from the side. With one hand free, he knocked down one of them first.

The other draws a gun, but too slowly, the gun is just out of the holster, and the person is already kicked towards the trap. He bumped his back against the steel limbs of the trap and got another kick in the chest.

The elite "vomited" and slid down on the steel limbs. Xie Zhenshu raised his knee and slammed into his throat a few times, killing him on the spot.

The claw-type catcher releases the **** cart and is in a loosely held state. Xie Zhenshu hugged Su Heting, took two steps towards the top of the **** vehicle, and jumped onto the trap.

The catcher was hoisted, and under Jiali's control, it flew past the gunfire and approached the truck compartment.

Wei Da's color had already changed, he hit the car seat with his crutches, and shouted: "Blow them up!"

Fu's mother lifted the hem of the windbreaker, and a few blasting grenades went in first, directly bombarding the armored vehicle. She made a curtain call amidst the air waves and flames, and dropped a coin from a distance.

Fu's mother took off her sunglasses and said, "Mom pays the bill tonight."

The catcher returned to the warehouse, the steel limbs were folded back into place, and the cooling device immediately sprayed out cold air. Xie Zhenshu held Su Heting's back and jumped down.

Su Heting pressed his forehead against Xie Zhenshu's chest, and when he heard the "thumping" heartbeat, he thought it was his own, and he tightened his grip on the shirt on his chest, subconsciously afraid that he would die because of the rapid heartbeat.

"Cat," Xie Zhenshu's hands were covered in blood, and when he held Su Heting's face, he rubbed against it. He wiped Su Heting's face with his sleeve, and kept calling him, "Su Heting."

The warehouse door opened, and Fu's mother actually changed into a dress in a few seconds. She wore a black wig in an updo and a flower. She looked at the situation in the warehouse, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said, "Oh...don't shout, this kid won't die, show me."

When she entered, the robotic arm input instructions on the warehouse wall, and the lifting platform changed immediately.

Su Heting lay down, his chest rose and fell violently. He half-opened his eyes, and the letter "X" in the different pupils was particularly obvious.

Fu's mother turned on the device and said, "Stinky boy will be finished sooner or later... Sorry, I have a bad memory. Is your surname Xie?"

Xie Zhenshu whispered "Hmm", and the cross star next to his ear shook slightly. He came in a hurry and wasn't even wearing a nebuliser.

Fu's mother rubbed her chin, very satisfied with this "um".

-Oh no.

She is very satisfied with Xie Zhenshu without the nebulizer.

Su Heting's "X" started repeatedly, it was instinctive resistance, his consciousness was exhausted, and he could no longer be excited with the stimulation signal.

Fu Ma simply closed the reform eyes, Su Heting's "X" was extinguished immediately, and his half-opened eyes were also closed. The whole person was groggy and fell asleep in the gradually calming breathing. Under the influence of sedatives, he slept more deadly than usual.

All those frantic hallucinations disappeared, and fragmented hazy dreams emerged.

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"I want to see you.

"cat.

"I want to see you"

Su Heting shook the cat's ears, unable to withstand such a loop. He said hoarsely, "I know, I know...I'll go find you."

Xie Zhenshu said, "Huh?"

Su Heting was so itchy by this "um", he couldn't help but wanted to roll around, but he was stopped before his body rolled over. He gradually woke up, opened his eyes, and faced Xie Zhenshu.

Xie Zhenshu didn't wear an atomizer, and the cross star slid on his cheek, giving it a silvery glow. His sharp eyes were full of unhappiness, his fingers curled up, and he was grabbing Su Heting.

Su Heting was sleepy, and looked at him for a while, then suddenly raised his tail, poked his thigh, and said, "...are you grabbing me?"

Xie Zhenshu let go of his fingers.

Su Heting said, "Let me tell you a secret."

Xie Zhenshu didn't answer.

Su Heting smiled: "I just dreamed—"

The back of his head sank, and he was pressed into his arms.

Xie Zhenshu stared at the wall, unable to think of any excuses for a few long seconds. His mind was a little blank, and he couldn't hold anything else except Su Heting's breathing.

After a while, he said, "I'm sorry."

It seems to have violated some taboo.

But he tightened his arms and buried his face in Su Heting's hair, his voice was very soft, as if he was making a mistake: "Can I hug you?"