Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

It can be said that Yan Gui and An Chen were forcibly driven away by Mo Shangyun.

After all, the two men had a mission, and the white powder they found had nothing to do with them. Now Mo Shangyun, as a commander, told them to leave and go back to continue the exercise, and they had no reason to stay.

Although, after leaving for a period of time, Yan Gui thought of a way and secretly reported the matter to another chief, Ji Ruonan.

Mo Shangyun walked forward looking for traces.

She hardly ever deliberately looked for it, and all traces were easily exposed, as if there were no anti-reconnaissance skills at all. However, in addition to the obvious white powder before, no traces of dots can be seen on the road afterwards, making people feel that the powder was intentionally sprinkled on.

This represents a naive and ridiculous trap, because it is too naive and unconventional, so it is more like a temptation.

She seemed to see someone clearly telling her-

"Whether the arrangement is good or bad, you have to come over the same, so please forgive our perfunctory. 』

Mo Shangjun used a rifle to explore the way and walked forward step by step. The action of hitting the branches and bushes in front of him with a rifle carried an unknown anger.

In this way, as a half-lime, she walked five kilometers.

She was really amazed that such a deliberate trap could be so long, and she was not afraid that she would go wrong if she was not careful.

Walking to the most obvious place, she stopped.

The following traces are very chaotic, as if they have been cleverly hidden when leaving-that is, here is probably the end.

She lifted her eyes and observed the surroundings, but she was scanned carefully in front of her, and she never saw anything strange.

Then she heard a slight movement behind her.

"Moer."

The light words flutter into the ears.

Familiar and strange.

Familiar voices and titles, strangeness is tone and feeling.

Mo Shangjun's right hand moved, a sheathed saber fell into the palm of her hand, and she grabbed the handle.

She turned around.

For a moment, the tall figure came into view, and wind blew through the gaps in the dense jungle, and the hair under the helmet fluttered gently, prickling her neck.

Her pupils shrank, and the coldness of her eyes mixed with the murderousness, such as condensing into a sharp blade, flying straight to the figure that suddenly fell into the bottom of her eyes in this dark and narrow space.

The sky seemed darker, the dark clouds enveloped the sky, the light was blocked by the dense jungle layer, it was clearly daytime, but it was like night at this time.

The man was standing two meters away from her-out of the nearby jungle.

Tall and tall, dressed in black, loose casual clothes, and wearing a wide-brimmed hat, but from the point of view of ink on Jun, did not hide his appearance.

The familiar appearance in the memory, the sharp eyebrows, revealing the sharp edge everywhere, but surprisingly converge much more than before. The handsome facial features, the contours of the lines are deep, the more mature temperament, the whole body is full of palpable majesty and pressure. Aura is scary.

But, in those eyes that are always impenetrable, it seems as if you lift your eyelids and smile at any time.

The light was very dark, and Mo Shangyun saw this man who appeared like a ghost, without half-closeness.

She was even in a trance.

What is he called?

It doesn't matter anymore, it is not necessarily the real name anyway.

The man looked at her and saw the rare embarrassment she had seen-helmet, hair and clothes stained with dirt when she jumped the car, her military face was smeared on her beautiful and delicate face, blood stains were scratched by the branches, and she held it with her left hand A 95-type automatic rifle was used as a crutch, and the trousers were muddy and stained as they walked along.

He smiled.

It's like mocking, so that kind of laugh is cruel.

He had never seen such an embarrassed ink painting, and he had never seen it.

"You want to kill me."

He took a step forward, his leather boots stepped on the grass, and the dead branches were stepped on, making a sudden noise.

However, no one noticed the sound.

He looked at her, she also looked at him, one wandering in a leisurely court, the other one was alert.

"Yes."

Mo Shangyun spit out a word coldly, grabbing the dagger's joints and whitish.

However, when he heard her such a simple response, the man's smile was deeper, and he almost said firmly: "You can't give your hand."

"Not necessarily."

Mo Shangyun stared at him closely, his voice colder.

"You still have a lot to know."

By the time he said this, he had come to Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangjun grabbed the dagger's hand and was caught at the moment he looked down.

Mo Shangyun seemed to froze, not moving or breaking away.

He guessed everything.

She still has a lot of mysteries unsolved, and she can’t kill him here.

in contrast--

"But," the man lowered his head slightly, leaning into her ear, whispering in a low voice, and the words suddenly floated into her ear, "Moer, I'm here to kill you."

—Moer, I’m here to kill you.

-Report, the blue team headquarters was blown up by us.

Two voices came from the same moment, and the sound of the left ear at that moment was like a hallucination.

Mo Shangyun suddenly seemed sober.

There was a cheer on the channel, but the pain from her wrist made her unable to respond.

The force of grasping the dagger was relaxed, the dagger fell into the man's hand, and Mo Shangyun also attacked the man at the same time.

Her right wrist and left ankle made her breathless.

When unscathed, she won him.

-In fact, he lost every time.

However, this time she was knocked down to the ground by a very fast speed and subdued.

At the moment when she fell to the ground, Mo Shangyun thought, if she didn’t die this time, she must bring a bullet on her body, and it’s okay to pierce her heart. Too.

"A broken foot?"

The man found her something wrong for the first time, and the moment she pressed her to the ground, she touched her left foot with one hand.

Touching her left ankle and observing Mo Shangjun's expression, he seemed to be a prank and grabbed a twist, making Mo Shangyun so painful that he just wanted to scold his mother.

"Oh shit!"

Mo Shangyun also really scolded.

The two rings fell into the palm of your hand, and Jun Jun gritted her teeth. A silver thread thin enough to catch was circling in the air, bypassing the man’s left hand against her throat. With a little force, the silver thread penetrated into the flesh. The blood appeared.

"Ah."

The man seemed surprised by the killing weapon that he had never seen before and smirked back his hand.

Mo Shangjun's elbows propped up on the ground, and just wanted to take the opportunity to get out, but the man's eyes flickered, grabbed the dagger's right hand, and fell down mercilessly.

The dagger, which was so well maintained by the ink, easily pierced her military boots and flesh, almost penetrating the entire sole.

Go!

She was injured by her own weapon, and she didn't dare to die even if she was dead. She was afraid to see Master and go to shame.

At this time, Mo Shangyun was so painful that he couldn't even scold her.

The man let go of the dagger and allowed it to run through her left foot.

When he looked back, he didn't even have any expression, cold and calm. Perhaps, he was still looking forward to Mo Yun's expression at the moment.

Mo Shangyun almost fainted with pain.

He pressed her shoulders, lowered her head, and approached intimately, carefully looking at her face carefully, and the pain made her face sweaty.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you." His **** hand was scratched across her forehead because of the silver thread wound, "I just wanted to see, you put your master, you I have forgotten how clean and thorough I am."

Mo Shangyun didn't speak because of pain and anger.

She heard him ask her in the coldest voice, "Because of that man?"

Then she heard herself ask him in a very unstable voice, "What is your relationship with Blackhawks?"

They asked each one, and no one responded.

He used words to remind her of that day.

Blood, explosions, sacrifices, and hearts.

Everything she tried to forget, everyone wanted her to forget, and he was awakened cruelly word by word.

Then let her make sure that he is indeed her enemy, not the enemy.

Yes, he didn’t come to kill her. He came with the greatest malicious intention, he wanted to pull her into his bottomless world together.

She did not know where the strength came from, struggling with silver wire to cut his neck, and at the moment she just raised her murderous intention to strangle him, he gave her a knife, and she almost lost consciousness.

and--

In a trance, she seemed to hear Yan Tianxing's voice.

And, familiar gunshots.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

Unfortunately, Mo Shangyun is not as powerful as you think.

Unfortunately, I am not as patient as I thought. Maybe you don’t like me to say that, but I did not write what I thought. I have nothing in my head. I even marveled at the fact that what I have learned in the past two decades is so poor.

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Three words are added to the title of this chapter, so the end of the volume and the beginning of the next volume are not as closely connected as chapters and chapters.

The next volume [Your Faith], if written well, is the finishing touch of the full text or the central idea. If it is not written well, it has nothing to do with the full text.

To be honest, I am not too optimistic about myself, because I am too ambitious, but not capable.

If you want the male and female owners to successfully hold hands, you can take a look.

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Glass heart, not accepting criticism, rolled away.