Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

It is still in front of the dilapidated red brick house.

The air was stuffy and hot. Even the wind blowing in the night was hot. The moon hanging in the night sky did not know when to disappear. Looking up, there were only a few stars left.

The man walked through the long ridge and came to the wall outside the red brick house.

At night the frog sounds were one after another, the croaking frogs were everywhere, a squat in the bushy corner of the wall, the chirping kept on, but when the men approached silently, the frogs felt the danger and jumped up and down He jumped out of the grass and disappeared in the paddy field beside him.

The man walked all the way from the firewood room to the kitchen, and finally reached the gate.

On the left is the living room, on the right is the kitchen, with the ancestor Buddha statue in the middle, the door is open, but there is no light inside, but the doors on the left and right sides of the room are open, the light is projected from the lighted room, and the middle is faintly illuminated. hall.

There is a meaning to invite the king into the urn.

There were also four men in the living room, walking around, talking about how to deal with the woman in English.

He glanced quickly, and saw a white sneaker inside-she wore it.

With the gun in his hand, he opened the insurance, and he quietly bypassed the door and came to the window in the living room.

but--

He had just stood by the window, a figure suddenly flashed on the left, and the muzzle of a gun was pointed at his head.

"coming?"

A lazy voice is very familiar, but there is only coldness in the clear tone.

As soon as the words fell, the man saw the situation through the window.

There are indeed four men, the shape and dress of which are exactly the same as those of the men, but at this moment, the men are **** with their hands and feet and their mouths are thrown and thrown into the bedroom together with the living room. A woman wears ink on her head Sitting on the ground, wearing a hat and sunglasses, similar in shape to Mo Shangyun, but by no means Mo Shangyun.

There are a few poker cards in his mouth, like playing cards with those men.

However, after hearing the movement outside, she dropped the playing cards in her hand and sat up from the floor.

The man turned his head slightly and looked at the woman who raised her hand and held the gun and stepped closer to him.

Mo Shangjun put on Si Sheng's long-sleeved T-shirt, but he didn't wear a hat. Under his short hair was a delicate and beautiful face, but this delicate face was stained with frost at the moment, not half soft and gentle.

Holding a gun, the T-shirt hem was slightly raised, revealing two long and slim legs hidden under military pants and jeans for a long time. White was in sharp contrast to the dark night. She walked by the window and the incandescent light line in the house fell to On her body, her skin was almost transparent.

As he looked at himself, Mo Shangyun also looked at him.

The hair is slightly longer, covering the forehead, the eyebrows are downright, the nose is thin, and when I look at her, the expression is always unreasonable, bad, and a little bit swollen, but both the temperament and appearance are much more mature, still Bad, but more restrained.

The cold, arrogant gloom of the last time I met was a bit close to what I remembered.

"give."

He took the initiative to pass the gun in his hand.

His eyes were smiling, his expression relaxed, and he seemed to admit his fate.

Mo Shangyun stared at him closely, and the hand of the short gun was very stable, which could make his head explode at any time. She gazed slightly and took his pistol over.

At this moment, a man with a round face appeared in the window, a pair of handcuffs appeared, shook in the light, and finally grinned at the man, "Brother, although we never met, we are right Can't hold it anymore."

With that said, the man had no politeness in the words, and handcuffed the man straight.

"Go in."

Mo Shangyun still used a gun against his head.

The man was also obedient, without any hint of resistance, turned around after hearing Mo Shangyun's words, and walked in through the gate.

That posture is not like a captive with handcuffed hands and pointed at his head, but a respectful guest who is respectfully invited by the owner.

Along the way, Mo Shangyun felt like a follower, feeling uncomfortable, and pulled a waste brick directly from the window.

The man turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw the extra brick in her hand, slightly pursed her lips, and the lip line was in a straight line. She asked hesitantly, "Isn't it?"

The words did not fall, and Mo Shunyun slapped a brick against his forehead.

——Yan Tianxing has an injury on his forehead.

The wounds are not necessarily consistent, but they always have to be.

As for whether he was a stubborn player, let's talk about it. Anyway, she looks very uncomfortable with him now, and it's already pretty good not to stab him directly.

The man fell.

"Come on, do me a favor."

Si Sheng leaned on the door of the living room and looked at all this. Under the sunglasses, he didn't know what it looked like, but her lip corners betrayed her.

Mo Shangyun gave her a slanted look.

Si Sheng walked out of two men behind him and walked directly to help them up.

"Go to the second floor." Mo Shangyun said to them.

After finishing speaking, Mo Shangyun asked Si Sheng to say: "The following will be given to you."

"Row."

Si Sheng responded casually.

In the living room, the four strong men hummed, trying hard to get rid of them, but doing useless work.

Si Sheng moved his fingers, and the bone joints squeaked and rattled, seemingly preparing for the next thing.

Mo Shangjun withdrew his gaze, fearing that he wouldn't stare at himself, and the man slipped away, and soon followed the other two upstairs.

——The four people who acted in the living room were all called by Si Sheng. The identity profession Si Sheng did not say it, but it must be nothing good.

They also arranged this scene in advance.

From the moment the curtain was pulled down, the play had already begun.

Mo Shangjun changed clothes with Si Sheng and waited in advance by the window where the person was most likely to observe in advance. It was Si Sheng who fought with those individuals.

Si Sheng, who was supposed to track down another group of people, appeared here, and it was naturally negotiated earlier.

Although he was very interested in that group of people, Mo Shangyun did not come here for the purpose of this time, but only by chance. In order to make the original plan go smoothly, Si Sheng was an indispensable factor, of course, he could not leave.

But in order to relax the vigilance of those who follow, I believe that she is the only one, so Mo Shangyun let Si Sheng drive a certain distance, but let Anyi continue driving and continue to chase the batch at the selected corner. People, Si Sheng came here first along a trail.

With the help of Si Sheng, the manpower is not a problem, and one is more reliable than the other. Mo Shangyun basically does not need to worry, and completed the plan easily.

Of course, all these plans stem from her determination—

"That person will definitely come. Even if he thinks this is a trap, he will definitely come.

The last time he met, he didn't kill her, so now he will never let her die. 』

He does understand her.

But the same, she knows a lot about him.

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The second floor.

I chose a dusty stool that had been covered with dust for a long time, and Mo Shangyun let the man throw the man on the chair, and then personally tied the man's hands and feet to the chair, all of which were deadlocked, and the strength was not light at all. For a long time, the binding was enough to leave a few days of marks on his hands and feet.

Mo Shangjun searched him from head to toe, and even searched the nails, and finally found a bunch of familiar self-defense objects, so she was confiscated by her.

In less than ten minutes, all the external weapons on the man were thrown aside by Mo Shangyun. The only thing to guard against was the man.

However, Mo Shangyun didn't pay much attention to it.

Although he has a good skill, he cannot run away with her.

After packing everything, Mo Shangyun waved his hand and let the two go downstairs.

Soon, in the dark second-floor room, only Mo Shangyun and him were left.

Unlike the first floor where people can live after cleaning up, those people did not clean up the second floor. Upstairs even the air has a musty smell. I am afraid they brought snipers. Mo Shangyun even shut the doors and windows. The only lighting The light is a flashlight hung on the man's head with ink on it. The flashlight hits the man's head. From top to bottom, the shadow is vertical and the shadow is scattered.

Put the saber into the scabbard, put it in the only left pocket of the long T-shirt, put it with a pistol, Mo Shangjun picked up the mineral water on the side table, unscrewed it slowly, and took a sip. .

Then, approached the man.

The mineral water bottle was lifted and lifted over the man's head.

"Hey--"

When he sensed something, the man moved and made a noise.

However, before he finished speaking, Mo Shangjun's hand was tilted, and the remaining mineral water poured down from the mouth of the bottle, all of which hit the man's head.