Orientation sniping

Jiang Jing obviously saw him too.

The originally half-drooped eyes suddenly widened, and their eyes were stunned.He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to call Ji Shurong's name, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Be honest." Feng Hua sensed his weak struggle, and with force, the tip of the knife sank into the skin in an instant.

The bright red blood and Jiang Jing's painful expression pierced Ji Shurong's eyes like needlepoints. His complexion was beyond description, it was so pale that it looked like the white makeup on a clown's face.The light fell on his face, but it couldn't illuminate those dead gray eyes.

Everyone didn't dare to act rashly, all their attention was on Feng Hua, and no one noticed when Ji Shurong came to the front.

"Go back!" Qin Ye frowned and shouted in a low voice.

Ji Shurong's eyes fell on Jiang Jing, but he said to Feng Hua: "Change me."

Feng Hua's expression changed slightly.

Qin Ye suspected that he had heard it wrong: "What?"

"Let him go and take me as a hostage." Ji Shurong's face was calm, but there was a strange trembling in the end tune.

Jiang Jing was forced to raise his neck, his eyes drooping from the corners of his eyes.From his forehead to his front, there was hardly a spot that was clean, his school uniform was stained red with blood, and the hand hanging by his side didn't even have the strength to move.

His eyes flickered, and his chapped and parted lips moved a few times.

Ji Shurong understood his mouth shape.

He said, "No."

It seemed that something had strangled Ji Shurong's neck, causing his throat to choke and his blood vessels to tingle.

The policeman behind him held his shoulders and dragged him back forcefully.

Feng Hua was extremely vigilant, so naturally he didn't listen to him, he raised his eyes and said to Qin Ye, "Tell them to put down their guns."

"What about after putting down the gun?" Qin Ye remained unmoved, staring at his movements closely, "Then should you put down the knife too?"

"I'm not negotiating with you!" Feng Hua's hand holding the handle of the knife trembled, and the tip of the knife sank again.

Jiang Jing's body tensed suddenly, fresh blood soaked into his collar, and the color of the front was a little darker.

His eardrums were buzzing, his pupils were dilated, and it was obvious that he could hardly hold on anymore.

Ji Shurong clenched his palms desperately to keep himself awake in the dizziness that could fall down at any time.His whole body was trembling uncontrollably, bending over and panting as if overwhelmed: "Why don't you shoot, shoot, shoot!"

The policeman who held him down remained silent, waiting for Qin Ye's order.

Every second was infinitely elongated, Qin Ye held the gun motionless, watching Feng Hua emotionally agitated by his silence.

There is no other choice.

Qin Ye's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the finger holding the trigger moved.

The moment the bullet was about to be discharged, something crashed to the ground, followed by a rush of hurried footsteps, which was especially clear in the silence.

"elder brother!!"

Qin Ye frowned, and his fingers loosened slightly.

Feng Hua was also taken aback for a moment, then his face changed drastically: "Who told you to come out!"

Feng Yuan didn't even look at anyone else, he ran straight to him, opened his arms to block the gun, subconsciously shook his head and said, "...don't."

"Are you fucking crazy!" Feng Huateng didn't make a move, his figure was reflected in the depths of his pupils, and he shouted with red eyes: "Go back! It's none of your business!"

"Don't shoot, please."

Feng Yuan seldom shed tears, and he had never cried in front of so many people in his life.He is competitive and hates the sympathy and pity of others.

Now he lowered his head, stood in front of his brother with desperate determination, and said in a trembling voice, "Please, don't shoot."

Feng Hua couldn't take it anymore: "Shut up!"

"Feng Yuan." Qin Ye said in a low voice, "Get out of the way first."

There were bloodshot eyes in Feng Yuan's eyes. After a moment of stalemate, he hesitated and took two steps to the side.

The policeman closest to Feng Hua received Qin Ye's glance and moved silently, half body away from Feng Hua. The moment Feng Hua glanced over, the policeman stepped over suddenly, Take Feng Yuan over.

Feng Hua was completely enraged, and roared with tears in his eyes: "Don't touch him!"

Feng Yuan was held down by two policemen, struggling desperately for a few times, finally lowered his head powerlessly, and said in a low voice: "Don't kill my brother..."

The situation was reversed in an instant, Qin Ye said: "Your brother has already been arrested, if you are sensible, release the hostage quickly, otherwise we will really shoot."

"..."

The wind at night was bitingly cold, and Feng Hua's hands were not warm, but there seemed to be a stove in his body, and the fire was bubbling out, burning from his feet to the top of his head.

Looking at Feng Yuan who was handcuffed, the last nerve in his brain was burned instantly.

Qin Ye had been staring at his hand holding the handle of the knife, keenly aware of his intentions.Before the blade completely sank into Jiang Jing's neck, his finger holding the trigger suddenly exerted force——

boom! !

Gunshots exploded in my ears, and a cloud of smoke dissipated in the wind, carrying a choking smell.

Feng Hua couldn't feel any pain at that moment.

The bullet passed through his shoulder, and the splattered blood spurted out instantly.

The knife fell to the ground, Feng Hua swayed, and turned his head stiffly. He probably wanted to take another look at Feng Yuan, but in the next second he was knocked to the ground by Qin Ye who rushed up.

"...Brother." Feng Yuan lost his voice: "Brother!!!"

Feng Hua no longer had the strength to resist, the severe pain took away his consciousness, and he soon fell into a coma.

Jiang Jing beside him swayed a few times because he lost his support.Before falling to the ground, a stumbling figure appeared in his blurred vision.

That figure was too familiar, even if he couldn't see it clearly, Jiang Jing knew who it was.

The tense body finally completely relaxed.

That's great, Jiang Jing thought.

For the rest of your life, you can still see your loved ones, there is nothing better than this.

The next second, familiar arms hugged him tightly.

Ji Shurong shook his head and lowered his head, tears fell without warning: "Xiaojing..."

Jiang Jing's consciousness was gradually peeling off, he couldn't hear any sound, he could only taste the bitter wetness in his mouth.

Ji Shurong wiped the blood on his body on his chin, blocked the wound on his neck with his palm, and tremblingly said: "Don't be afraid, Xiaojing, don't be afraid..."

Immediately after the rushing medical staff pulled the two apart, Ji Shurong stood aside blankly, watching Jiang Jing being carried onto the stretcher.

The scene was noisy, Feng Hua was also carried away, and Qin Ye led his men into the factory for re-inspection.Feng Yuan, who was being escorted, slammed away the policeman who was twisting him like crazy, and fell to the ground unsteadily. Because his hands were cuffed behind his back, he could only wriggle forward desperately.

"Brother..." His voice was broken, and he could only make a trembling and hoarse voice: "Brother..."

He yelled loudly, but there was no answer.

Xu Shao and Yang Xiao looked around and squeezed out of the crowd, and finally saw Ji Shurong beside the ambulance.

"Oh, you are really..." Yang Xiao sighed and ran over, saw him covered in blood, and was speechless immediately.

Ji Shurong followed into the ambulance, staring at Jiang Jing's pale face in despair.

After treating Jiang Jing's wound, the doctor raised his eyes and saw that his expression was not right, so he couldn't help but ask, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No……"

Before he finished speaking, Ji Shurong closed his eyes and fell down uncontrollably.