Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Mo Shangyun forced himself to stay on the tree for five minutes.

Five minutes later, she suppressed the overly intense emotions, took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down as much as possible.

His eyes were cold.

Then, he picked up the sniper rifle, removed the magazine, and loaded the only live ammo.

This bullet was specially made for her in case of fear.

Only one shot.

She lifted the gun, 88 was equipped with a night sight, and the target was smoothly exposed under her muzzle.

The vision is good, and the person who is concentrating on eating fish is unprepared, so that the dead spots are clearly visible everywhere.

"call out--"

The bullet shot out quietly and successfully entered the man's body.

However, due to the moment when the trigger was pulled, the finger shook slightly, the bullet was deflected, the chest was left, and the shoulder was centered.

"Ah--" The strong man hit by the bullet suddenly howled, and the grilled fish in his hand fell to the ground, but he carelessly ignored it, and subconsciously pulled out the pistol on his waist, and at the same time endured the pain , Snorted, "There is a sniper!"

At this time, the sleeping man also quickly awakened and directly took out his saber to enter the fighting state.

Seeing this, Mo Shangyun exhaled.

She has beyond the ordinary people's concentration and experience, familiar with the dead spots in the human body, understand various killing methods, and even know the normal emotional changes during the killing.

But this is her first time... shooting and killing.

She allowed herself to make some mistakes for the first time. After all, she still had enough energy to save the situation.

What to do at each step, how to remedy the possible accidents, although she has not actually combated it, but she has experienced countless exercises and clearly reacted as if she were instinctive.

It took a few seconds for Mo Shangjun to regain his composure, take the sniper rifle away, and then silently slide down the tree.

Without live ammunition, the gun was to her like a broken copper and iron, and it had no other effect except to drag her down.

As soon as she slid down the tree, she dropped the sniper rifle and pulled out the two daggers.

The two men were unwilling to fight, unable to determine the enemies around them, and were planning to evacuate.

Across the bushes and branches, Mo Shangjun listened to the obvious, panicked evacuation, his eyebrows twisted, his eyes cold, and he detoured in the direction of their escape.

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At dawn, just after five o'clock, it was dark.

Yan Tianxing found the bonfire along the trace.

The bonfire was completely burnt out, the firewood around it had not been added, and some unburnt charcoal remained in the fire, with the red light hidden.

By the campfire, there was a half-eaten grilled fish, covered with ashes, and further away, the nearby footprints were messy.

It seems that he left in a hurry.

However, the time is not long.

Thinking of doing everything on the basis of his mood, Yan Tianxing frowned lightly and accelerated the pace of his feet.

Before coming, he specifically asked Mo Shangshuang—In the impression of Moshuangshuang, Moshangyun had never participated in actual combat.

In other words, if the "smuggling" he accidentally encountered with Mo Shangjun last time is not included, it is now the first real battle in the true sense of Mo Shangjun!

I thought she would weigh her weight, act on the occasion, never thought of--

It's so neat and simple.

...

In less than five minutes, the traces of fierce fighting nearby became more apparent.

Cut branches, messy footprints, residual blood stains, bullet casings that fell to the ground...

Yan Tianxing walked forward, his face more gloomy.

Mo Shangyun is very lucky, there are only two enemies, but unfortunately, these two enemies are professional and experienced enough, and they are more powerful than her in terms of body and strength. If they face up, she is destined to be Lost.

Keep going.

Yan Tianxing saw a slope.

It is more than 20 meters high, steep, and the bevel angle exceeds 60 degrees. There are tall and dense trees growing on the slope. There are bushes connecting between the trees, and there is no road.

However, in the middle of the slope, there is a clear landslide-not naturally formed, but artificial.

The surrounding land is soft and damp. At the top of the piece, a pit was stepped on by half of the footprints. Down is the loose soil that was stepped on. I am afraid that I accidentally slipped and fell down. Follow the trace and draw down a long line. After the Dao, he hurriedly grabbed the surrounding bushes, the ground was covered with broken branches, finger marks, scratched leaves.

Farther away, the trace was hidden in the darkness.

Condensing his eyebrows slightly, Yan Tianxing did not rush downhill, but looked around.

There are also two footprints.

But there is no such panic. The former is afraid of going downhill in a hurry, the footprints are too large, and he slid down by grasping the bushes. The latter followed up, and the footprints and traces of the military boots are shallow, which may be left on the ink. Next.

His eyebrows tightened more and more, and Yan Tianxing followed this temporary path. Not long after, he saw blood stains on the trees and the ground.

Oh shit.

Yan Tian Xing eyes deep.

She must have won the prize.

Arriving on the semi-slope, Yan Tianxing heard the sound of his fist hitting his body, one by one, the sound was dull, especially in the quiet night.

However, there were no screams.

Yan Tianxing didn't stop, speeding up as much as possible, leaping through broken trees and weeds, avoiding trees in the way, and the dull impact sound became clearer.

Going down the hill, he saw a man lying on the ground, afraid that it was the one who fell down from the top of the slope, and finally did not catch the obstacle to stop himself from falling. His eyes were covered with injuries, his hands were bloody, and his body was also Blood stains.

Yan Tianxing just glanced roughly, making sure that he had weak breathing, did not continue to control, and continued to walk in the direction of movement.

At last--

He saw people and stopped.

Two people.

A burly man fell to the ground and had fallen into a coma at this moment. A thin woman pressed against him, grabbed his collar with one hand, clenched his fist with one hand, and slammed into his jaw. The attack never stopped.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Yan Tianxing saw her fist clenched tightly, and crossed in the dark night, bringing up a fierce wind, obviously a small fist, but mixed with full murderousness.

She lowered her head, and the training cap didn't know where she was, showing her short hair, fluttering in the cold morning breeze, accompanied by the breath of blood and sweat.

Can't see her face clearly.

The training uniform was covered with muddy and blood, with traces of being cut by a knife, or being torn by branches...

Somewhat embarrassed.

But, ruthless enough.

Yan Tianxing walked over, squatted down, grabbed her wrist to attack again.

His wrist broke free, and then finally stopped.

She started, her long and narrow eyes were still dark and bright, but she was stained with terrifying murderousness, and her eyes were cold and cold, with a fierce and bloodthirsty taste.

The delicate little face had military camouflage, muddy, scratched, and blood.

Trance for two seconds.

Seemingly seeing Yan Tianxing clearly, Mo Shangyun closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the murderousness of his eyes gradually spread, but the coldness never faded.

"It is you."

She uttered a word and her voice was hoarse, mixed with weakness.

"come."

Yan Tianxing whispered, buckled her shoulder and led her up.

Realizing that her body was a little soft, she wanted to lean over and hug her, but Mo Shangyun suddenly stood still, her wrist broke free from his hand, and her right leg stepped back, standing well, keeping a certain degree with him distance.

Yan Tianxing stared at her closely.

Even if she is physically weak, Mo Shangyun is standing like a pine, her waist is straight, and for a moment, her look has returned to calm, but she is indifferent to her body, making it difficult for her to get close.

"I'm going to calm down." Mo Shangyun said softly, coldly and alienated.

"Ok."

Yan Tianxing nodded gently.

Mo Shangyun turned around and walked to a nearby tree.

She was a little swaying, but her pace was steady, and she walked forward step by step, no matter how weak she would not fall easily.

Stubborn, capable, brave.

Such two people, even when they have no weapons, even Yan Tianxing has to measure it before they can start. It is hard to imagine what she has experienced in this short time.

Without avoiding his field of vision, Mo Shangjun sat down directly against the tree, left leg straight on the ground, right leg bent, elbow on his knee, calmly looking at the darkness ahead, without deliberately pretending However, in his bones, there was a cool and indifferent look, even though the wounds were scarred, his momentum never weakened.

Yan Tianxing looked at her for a while.

Then, the informer transferred the helicopter over, asked the medical staff, and then explained the general situation with the leader of their reconnaissance battalion, instructing them to hurry up and take corresponding countermeasures, and then ended the call.

He began to examine the situation of the two men who were beaten to death by ink painting.

There is still a breath left, coupled with the physical qualities of the year-round exercise, it will not be dead for a while.

well.

At the very least, Mo Shangyun did not kill.

However, she is not in trouble.

One person was shot, and the bullet wound of the 88-type sniper rifle was a bullet, which should be carried by Mo Shangjun.

The other man had a dislocated jaw and was hit multiple times, which could easily be guessed as malicious.

Mo Shangjun participated in the actual combat for the first time, and this actual combat did not have any leadership order.

It stands to reason that she should not be here.

After just passing the message again, Yan Tianxing tightened his eyebrows tightly, pinching cold sweat for Mo Yun.