Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"action."

Mo Shangjun gave an order and immediately, all the students picked up their backpacks at the same time and followed their respective groups to leave.

In just a minute or two, except for the three instructors, there appeared to be a crowded and vacant space. At this moment, there was only an empty piece of space, and there was no garbage left, as if there were only people passing by, even a short stay.

"Instructor Mo, what about us?"

Peng Yuqiu embraced his arms with both hands, and raised his eyebrows at the ink with a playful tone.

"You..." Mo Shangyun raised his eyes and glanced lightly at them, and finally spit out two words, "Pick up the leak."

Peng Yuqiu: "..."

Duan Zimu: "..."

A moment later, Duanzi Mu touched his nose, and sincerely recommended himself to the ink on the ink, "I think I can send some other uses."

"For example?" Mo Shangyun asked.

"When you are an assistant." Duan Zimu quickly accepted the conversation.

Mo Shangyun stared at this excellent sniper quite strangely.

Then, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she said, "Can't stand it."

Duan Zimu sighed very hurt to Mo Shangjun's so decisive rejection.

However, this expression fell into Mo Shangyun's eyes, but there was no reason to have a goose bump.

After a pause, she said again: "How many bullets does the sniper rifle have?"

"6 rounds."

"Come on."

Mo Shangyun gave him a look.

Duan Zimu was stunned for a moment, and just wanted to make sure what she meant, but Mo Shangyun had turned around and walked slowly into the jungle.

Raised his eyebrows, Duan Zimu's eyes haunted a faint frustration.

If he was right, Mo Shangyun wanted him to pick up leaks with these 6 bullets.

Best, a few more.

Such a heavy 88 sniper belt is also tired on the body, and except for the first time the assistant coach met with a sniper rifle, I never saw a sniper rifle again. In other words, they have a zero chance of getting the bullet matched by the sniper rifle.

"Go."

Peng Yuqiu looked at Duan Zimu sympathetically.

Duan Zimu was carrying a gun and gave him a creepy smile, then lifted his legs away.

Peng Yuqiu felt cold and kept up with his speed.

"This day has increased the number of times, and the ability has also skyrocketed. Do you have any ideas?"

He walked into the shrub with Duan Zimu, and Peng Yuqiu pulled the fresh grass nearby to make a hidden prop.

"Ok."

Duan Zimu replied and walked all the way.

"Talk about it."

"As you guessed."

Peng Yuqiu: "..."

It was difficult to meet a few colleagues who couldn't discuss at all.

Uncomfortable, looking at Duan Zimu's back, Peng Yuqiu actually wanted to follow his like-minded pastoral.

but--

Regarding the group of people who took turns in the raid recently, he really had some thoughts.

He can be sure that on the first night, only their familiar teaching assistants.

However, from the second day, people gradually became stranger, although there are still teaching assistants mixed in, but the level of those strangers is obviously higher than that of teaching assistants.

As of yesterday, even as an instructor, he was chased enough to choke. The chaser's experience and skill have significantly improved. However, gradually, the instructor was no longer visible.

Peng Yuqiu can be sure that the attackers encountered today will be more difficult to deal with.

Only, he is more concerned about-

The next three days.

According to this trend, will Yan Ye call the special forces to accompany him?

This is not impossible, nor is it rare.

In his selection training, Yan Tianxing mobilized major special forces more than once to accompany the training. Moreover, he was an army, navy, and air force, and none of them were missed. The reason why Yan Tianxing is so magical, he and many people have not yet understood. After all, the existence of Yan Tianxing, even in his own squadron, cannot be known.

Thinking of this, Peng Yuqiu suddenly showed Liang Zhiqiong's limping figure.

The girl seemed to have injured her leg. I don't know if I can survive the next few days.

However, for her, it may be better to take this opportunity to leave.

His thoughts were a bit chaotic. When Peng Yuqiu raised his eyes again, Duan Zimu had walked out ten meters away. He didn't think about it any more. After gathering his thoughts, he accelerated his pace.

*

In the morning, 11 o'clock.

Just after the minute hand passed by 12, the students hidden in the dark saw the team of three, sneaking from the way they came.

Braving his body, with a paintball gun in his hand, he moved forward without squinting, only to take a few glances around when he paused occasionally.

——In their chasing state, the students are only chased and run. Of course, I never thought that so many people would stop to ambush.

So, they accidentally fell into the trap set by Mo Shangjun.

"Did they run so fast?"

On the third day, the camp was nearly a kilometer forward. They stood and looked down. They couldn't see any figures in military uniforms and could not help asking questions.

"Maybe I want to make progress."

"Are they crazy, can't they support it physically."

"The more we can't support, the more convenient our actions are." The person standing in the middle analyzed, and then made a "Continue" gesture towards the left and right.

The three of them continued on intently.

can--

This time, as soon as I walked a few steps forward, the attacker who walked on the right side exclaimed, and the whole person was hung on top of the tree immediately.