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The dark and rushing river, the lights sweeping back and forth, the faint voices of voices...

All of a sudden, a force slammed into it, pressed Yan Ji's back, and sank to the bottom of the river.Yan Ji struggled weakly in the lack of oxygen, water flowed through his ears, and someone seemed to be whispering in the depths of the river.

Do not!

Yanji screamed silently——

I don't want to die!

I don't want to die!

I don't want to be cut in half!

Grandpa... how could grandpa die, it's a lie!lie!Grandpa is so powerful, so he won't die!

Deng Deng, that person is not me!not me!I am Yan Ji, how could I forget you!

Yan Ji roared inwardly, resentment and unwillingness filled her heart, a burst of desire to survive made her break free from her schoolbag and dive deeper into the bottom of the river.

"Whoa!"

The strong Parsi man who was chasing him grabbed his schoolbag from the water and scanned the rushing river.The rain fell like a waterfall, and the waves rolled like an ink dragon. Even a good swimmer would not dare to go down the river in this weather.

A jerky Persian resounded in the distance, and it was a Parsis who had lived in Hong Kong Island for a long time asking: "Arta, have you caught it?"

"Fell into the river and went to the bridge of death." Arta replied in the same jerky Persian.

His ancestors moved away from Persia thousands of years ago, and his family has taken root in Mumbai for a hundred years.Traveling thousands of miles to a foreign land, everything is for the great revival.

"Okay, Arta, let's go, the upstream has broken the dike."

"Praise be to Ahura, our brother is wonderful."

"Praise Ahura."

Not long after Alta left, a small head popped out of the river.

"Hoo hoo! Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!"

Little by little, approaching slowly, when his fingers touched the weeds on the bank, Yan Ji wanted to scream excitedly.Digging into the mud with his fingertips, Yan Ji struggled to pull his wet body ashore.

With half of his body lying on the embankment, Yan Ji was really relieved.

"grandfather."

Thinking of Grandpa, Yan Ji suddenly surged with energy, dragged his legs, crawled forward on his elbows, and grabbed the schoolbag that Alta threw on the ground.

Unzipping the zipper, a flood of water gushed out, instantly cooling Yan Ji's heart.

"Boom." Flying Fireworks bubbled up.

Throwing away the soaked firework tube, Yan Ji pulled the reed pole and stood up.River water and rainwater flowed down her trousers, her body trembled instinctively, but she didn't feel cold. She looked at the night sky and felt flustered.

run away?

Where can I go.

Call the police?

Too late.

Yan Ji stumbled and staggered among the reeds, feeling flustered and confused: I want to save Grandpa and Deng Deng.I don't want to die, I don't want others to live for me, who is Yan Ji, it's not me anyway!

I'm going to save grandpa, save Dengdeng, save everyone, Lu Yan, the lady in the museum, the aunt I don't know, I don't want them to die, I want everyone to live well!

Yan Ji raised his arm to wipe away the tears, and grabbed the milk flakes from his trousers pocket.The wet milk flakes softened into a lump without being pinched hard, and when stuffed into the mouth, it was fortunate that it still had a sweet milky taste.

Yan Ji took a deep breath, quickened his pace while wiping away tears, held the beads around his neck and mumbled, "You, you must protect me."

Yan Ji didn't rush to the sluice bridge, she knew that she was a child and couldn't beat those people.The only one who can turn the tide of the battle is the middle-aged uncle in memory who didn't know where he came from until he died.

The bad guys are all in the same group, and the person who beats the bad guys is definitely not a bad guy.

Not a bad guy.

Of course he is a good person.

The south of the sluice bridge is a straight rural road with a width of 3 meters, which can only accommodate one car.There are drainage ditches on both sides of the cement country road, connecting a large rice field.

Yan Ji remembered that when the big black dog rushed over, the sound of gunshots that killed the black dog came from behind him, so the middle-aged uncle came from the south.She stood by the rice field and looked at both sides of the country road. The fire was faintly visible on the bridge, and the rain was thick and dark on the other side.

Yan Ji wiped the water from his face and rubbed his eyes.

"Stopped? What the hell are these people doing?"

"Aren't you all atheists?" The man in the driver's seat teased, "Chief Shi."

Shi Zexing frowned: "I told you, don't call me by my name."

He put down his night vision goggles, and glanced impatiently at the lightning and thundering sky outside the window: "Let me take this matter to cooperate with your actions, just to monitor a few Parsis for cults? Aren't Parsis British dogs? Something that your CIA can fix with a call to MI[-]."

The tall man in the shadow of the back seat raised his head, revealing a typical Europa face, with a big nose and deep eye sockets, and white skin with blue-green eyes.He spoke Chinese with a straight accent: "Mr. Bar-tailed Sandpiper, are you still thinking about how the Parsees started their business with opium?"

Shi Zexing looked serious: "Yes, Mr. Smith, just like you Americans miss Pearl Harbor, it has nothing to do with the Democrats or the Republicans."

Smith laughed: "It really is a serious Chinese, sorry, Mr. Bar-tailed Sandpiper, you should understand your importance, and that is why we need you."

Shi Zexing picked up the night vision goggles and looked into the distance.The torrential rain was pouring, and there were layers of rain curtains, but you couldn't get too close, you could only see figures and lights flickering.After the group of Parsis stopped on the bridge, they suddenly became a mess like flies.

Smith weighed in for a moment and pulled out a file: "Mr. Bartailed Sandpiper, after reading this confidential information, you will understand that the people in front of you are definitely not ordinary cults. This is an absurd mission that may affect the world."

Shi Zexing took the documents naturally and put them on his knees, turned on the spotlight flashlight, and glanced quickly——

"Simon Center issued a kill order, code-named 'Operation Last Chance', targeting Nazi war criminal Alibert Heim."

"Alibert sold the Zoroastrian Cup, and it was acquired by Feroz Nauroji, a wealthy businessman in Parsi, India."

"In July, heavy rains hit Mumbai, India, and more than 7 people died..."

"In August, Feroz Nauroji requested the assistance of the Hong Kong Island Parsi Organization to find the ancient scripture "Avesta" Gasa chapter. (MI8 learned the information)"

"December, in London, the house of former Financial Secretary of Hong Kong Island Sir Pak Wai Kwok was stolen, and some documents were lost. (Reported by the CIA London team)"

"In January, the Parsi organization requested the assistance of MI1 to go to Persia to find experts on ancient documents.

"In February, the passenger ship Salam 2 was shipwrecked..."

Shi Zexing stared for a moment. He read the news in February. A passenger ship sailing between Saudi Arabia and Egypt carried 2 passengers and was shipwrecked in the Red Sea. There were very few survivors.Due to the unknown cause of the fire and the serious situation in the region, their internal national security discussions tended to be terrorist attacks.But no organization came forward to admit this matter, and finally let it go.

Shi Zexing turned to the previous page and pinched his fingers on the blank space next to the line "Heavy rains in Mumbai, India, causing more than 800 deaths": "You CIA think that the torrential rains in Mumbai made the Zoroaster Cup abnormal? The Westerners planned the shipwreck of the Salam 98 again?"

Smith shrugged his shoulders and showed off his Chinese: "It's really incredible."

Shi Zexing handed back the information to him: "Mr. Smith, I'm not interested in the secrets of the CIA. But if it is true, then this task is too dangerous. Terrorists don't just prepare a few guns for sacrifices."

Smith took the information and quietly put it away.If Shi Zexing asked about the CIA, or wanted to stop the Parsees' actions, he would pull the trigger and make the "bar-tailed sandpiper" a dead number.

Shi Zexing didn't seem to be aware of it, and kept a close eye on the movements of the Parsees in the distance with the infrared telescope. Suddenly, he turned his head slightly and turned his gaze to the front of the car: a child stood by the rice field in a dark night, staring at him in a daze. Look thoughtful.

Shi Zexing frowned: "Damn it."

On the black car hidden in the rain, the three men were wondering about the sudden appearance of a child.In the rainstorm, Yan Ji had complied with his inner consciousness, dragging his muddy feet towards the black Mercedes.

Shi Zexing said to the driver: "Go down, don't let him come over."

The driver reached out to pull the door, and Smith in the back seat said, "Tell the driver to get out of the car to check if it's inappropriate. Bar-tailed sandpiper, sir."

Shi Zexing opened the car door without saying a word.

"Crack." The co-pilot's door closed.

The driver sighed with emotion in a low voice: "It's a good thing you are an official, you have a really big temper."

"Be careful what you say, maybe it won't be long before he will come from behind and become your immediate superior."

The driver clasped the steering wheel with both hands, his expression froze.

Smith's blue-green eyes narrowed slightly: "Just kidding, this mission is completed, you will definitely go to Florida, lie on the beach and watch bikini girls play volleyball, living like a fairy is enviable."

"I want Mr. Smith to say a lot more." The driver suppressed the corners of his mouth and stared at the two people in front of the car.

Yan Ji stared at the tall figure approaching, that face loomed with the lightning, as if he had known each other before, as if a dream had come true.

"Really...it's actually true..." Yan Ji murmured, and walked quickly to Shi Zexing, "Uncle, are you a policeman?"

Not sure if he was being monitored, Shi Zexing replied without hesitation: "Yes, I am a policeman. Little classmate, why are you here so late?"

Upon hearing the affirmative answer, Yan Ji was ecstatic, and then she calmed down: "Uncle policeman, which branch are you from? Can I see your police card?"

"Why do you have so many troubles, kid. If you say I am a policeman, you are a policeman. Hurry up and go home."

Shi Zexing took out his hand in his trouser pocket, waved it impatiently, and wiped the water droplets on his face. Using magic tricks, he clamped a certificate on the back of his hand, facing Yan Ji.At this time, the electric light just flickered, and the national emblem on it could be seen clearly.

After Shi Zexing wiped his face, his right hand naturally hung down by his side, and the ID card was nowhere to be seen.

Immediately looking at his eyes, Yan Ji ignored Shi Zexing's strange behavior: "Uncle policeman, there are bad guys in front, right on the bridge. They, they are going to blow up the dam."

Shi Zexing said even more impatiently: "Are you sure? You will be arrested if you report a false alarm. Go home quickly."

Yan Ji: "I'm sure, my classmate has been arrested! I'm going to save her."

Shi Zexing: "We will save your classmates. It's very dangerous after dark. There may be bad guys behind you. Go home."

Yan Ji took a step forward, so she, Shi Zexing, and the black car behind were in a straight line.

Yan Ji: "Uncle, are there all bad guys in front?" After she finished speaking, she made a mouth shape and pointed behind Shi Zexing.

Shi Zexing looked at the messy little girl in front of him, and was shocked by her alertness: "Yes, they are all. Those are robbers and thieves who will steal valuable things from our house and kill people they think are worthless."

……

When Yan Ji was out of sight, Smith's eyes sank: "I hate everything that is out of control."

Before he finished speaking, he opened the car door.However, just as his feet landed, Shi Zexing walked over with Yan Ji.Smith put his hands back into his pockets calmly, rolled up his windbreaker, and lowered the brim of his hat: "Is this kid okay, it's too damn rainy."

Shi Zexing took a quick step and whispered to him, "It's a bit tricky, I can't decide."

Yan Ji's tone was full of innocence unique to teenagers: "You, you are the Interpol."

As an elite CIA spy in China, Smith believes that Interpol deserves the title: "Yes, keep it secret."

Facing Smith's inquiry, Yan Ji answered impeccably, because she hardly lied: "I am going to save my classmate, she is my good friend. Those bad guys were going to arrest me, but they arrested the wrong person. They have Big dogs, guns, and bombs."

A trace of joy flashed in Shi Zexing's eyes.

"They want to arrest you?" Smith focused on the point, "Why? Did you hear what they said?"

Yan Ji trembled: "I, I don't know."

Smith put a big hand on her shoulder: "It's okay, we will protect you. You are in danger now, can you hide in the trunk? This way they won't be found. Let's rescue your friend."

Yan Ji looked up at Smith and nodded: "I will obediently keep silent."

Smith touched the top of her head: "What a good boy."

Yan Ji climbed into the trunk, lay on his side inside, looked at Smith, and tightly pursed his lips.

The trunk closes gently.

Shi Zexing lowered his voice: "You don't want to bring her back to the United States, do you? I asked just now. Her parents are both soldiers. I won't help you."

Smith's expression was relaxed: "Sit back and relax, Mr. Bar-tailed Sandpiper."

Shi Zexing looked like he didn't want to say more: "We can't let them blow up the sluice dam."

"Of course." Smith opened the door.

The black Mercedes-Benz accelerated suddenly and rushed over the dam bridge.Before everyone in Passy on the bridge could react, the Mercedes-Benz suddenly turned around, the tires ran over the puddles, splashed water, and stopped across the bridge after a beautiful tail flick.

The Parsees who were busy offering sacrifices were startled, and the three strong bodyguards immediately secretly held their weapons and fanned them up: "Who is it?"

Before the words fell, the window glass fell.

"boom!"

A burly bodyguard fell down in response, the other two reacted quickly and rolled to the side on the spot, and the rest immediately raised their guns and fired at the black Mercedes-Benz car with dozens of shots, the window glass shattered all over the floor .

After a short shootout, the Dam Bridge fell silent.The rain was crackling, the thunder was rumbling, and the sudden accident made all the Parsis present secretly startled.

Two bodyguards raised their guns and approached the black Mercedes cautiously.

Alta suddenly shouted: "Be careful!"

Before the words were finished, gunshots were heard simultaneously in the darkness on both sides of the bridgehead.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Both bodyguards fell to the ground with bleeding from their heads.

Smith raised his eyebrows and had to praise, Chief Shi's marksmanship was good, only slightly worse than his own.Hearing the gunshots behind him, he added in his heart: God bless him to move in time, otherwise I will spend an extra minute to deal with these curry-flavored Persians.

Yan Ji in the trunk heard the gunshots and felt that one side of the car body was vibrating violently. He hurriedly moved all the movable objects there to prevent the bullet from passing through the steel plate. He died here for no reason.

She licked her lips nervously, clenched the wrench in her hand, and poked the taillight.

"Bump, bump, bump."

As soon as a gap was opened, the gunfire outside stopped completely, and she was so frightened that she quickly shrank into a ball.In the dark and cramped trunk, time was almost frozen.The smell of car oil and plastic, the sound of my own heartbeat and breathing, everything is oppressing my nerves.

……

Alta pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, his masseter muscles tensed, and Fang Zheng's face was like an iron plate: "There are not many of them."

His father, Feroz Nauroj, with a trembling white beard, said: "If they belong to the red government, they will be in trouble."

Alta put away the words: "Father, we must complete the ceremony as soon as possible. The God of Hum who removes death will definitely bring us luck."

The old Feroz clenched the wooden box in his hand and kept praying: "God Hum, who removes death, bless you, and convey our piety to Ahura, and pray that His judgment will come so that we can welcome back the glory that belongs to Persia."

This group of Parsees owned several cars, which were parked here and there on the bridge as the best protective wall.Shi Zexing changed several positions in the side reeds, but he couldn't find a satisfactory angle.The suppression of the opponent's numbers and firepower also made him afraid to shoot casually, so as not to expose his position.

"boom!"

There was a gunshot from Smith's side, and the bullet cleverly passed through the broken window glass. He looked out and watched the Passy bodyguard fall on his back, which made everyone terrified.

"Mr. Feroz, we can't go on like this, we will die one by one!"

Alta glanced at his father, and shouted: "Except for these two cars, the others line up! Line up the cars! I don't believe they can break through, hurry up!"

Alta whispered instructions to several people, and four burly men climbed into the car.

The four cars on this side turned their heads and moved, and the black Mercedes-Benz that stopped at the bridge suddenly started, and even retreated quickly.

Alta cursed in his heart, but he didn't expect the other party to be so vigilant.The dark night and heavy rain blocked his vision, and he didn't see two figures flashing onto the car in the distance.

Alta called the four cars to stop the pursuit: "Don't chase, it must be a trap, line up to block the road."

"Damn bastard, if you dare to come again..." The curly-haired Parsi pulled down the reverse gear, stared fiercely at the direction of the bridge, his eyes shrank suddenly, and he turned the steering wheel violently.

The black Mercedes-Benz engine whistled, and the doors on the left and right opened wide, like a flying tiger descending the mountain, along the dam bridge, rushing towards it without hesitation!

According to this speed, both sides would be injured in the collision, and the collision would kill the person in the first place.Passi and the others shot and tried to force the Mercedes-Benz to stop, while dodging to both sides urgently.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Shi Zexing and Smith used the car door as a shield to kill people without missing a beat.

The black Mercedes-Benz drove unimpeded, and hit the sacrificial altar with a "boom", Shi Zexing and Smith retracted into the car almost at the same time and closed the door.Alta led people to raise guns and shoot, while the Mercedes-Benz had already rushed to the other end of the dam bridge and disappeared into darkness again.

Alta was furious, raised his gun and fired wildly.

"Bam—!"

Yan Ji trembled all over, touched his forehead, it was wet, sticky, and still hot.She rolled around in the trunk, knocked several bags on the back of her head, almost broke her wrist, and was far less shocked than this moment.

Clutching his forehead, staring at the faint light at the entrance of the hole, Yan Ji was extraordinarily calm: it wasn't a bullet, but the plastic piece of the tail light was blown off.

This thought flashed for a few seconds before she felt scared.However, no one gave her time to be afraid, and suddenly the car flicked and accelerated again.

The gunfire rang out again... The bullets hitting the car body came faster than last time... The car stopped?

Gunshots, rain, unintelligible roars.

... Boom.

Yan Ji quietly opened the trunk, and the storm hit his face.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, Yan Ji glanced outside.It was so dark you couldn't even see the railings on the side of the bridge.She stretched her arms and legs and slid out of the trunk, tripping and flopping on the ground.

Yan Ji turned his head and looked, his face paled instantly.The man named Zhong Lipeng stared, lay motionless on the ground, his hands and feet were tied like shrimp, blood was coming out of several bullet holes on his body.

The gunfire stopped, and there were fighting sounds in the rainstorm.Yan Ji shook his head, looking around for the big car in the "dream".The frequently flickering electric light in the sky illuminates the bridge deck for her, Yan Ji's eyes are flooded, and she runs in ecstasy.

"Yan Deng! Yan Deng!" Yan Ji shouted excitedly, quickly wiped off the water droplets on the car window with his palm, and covered his face with the glass, "Deng Deng? Deng Deng, are you inside?"

"Deng Deng, Deng Deng, where are you!"

Yan Ji moved to a piece of glass behind and suddenly jumped up!I was ecstatic and went to pull the door, but the door of this car was locked.

Yan Ji was so anxious that he pulled "Kaka" a few times before he realized it, and hurriedly turned around to look for the car keys.

There were several dead people lying on the ground beside the car, and the old man's white beard was covered with blood. Yan Ji seemed to have forgotten his fear, and immediately rushed over to search his pockets.

No, no, no!

She fumbled on the ground again, what was shining, □?throw away.Car keys can't be put in a wooden box, no, look, golden wine glass?throw away.

Yan Ji looked at the other corpses, distraught.

key!

Where is the key!

……

Smith got up from the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood: "Bah. He's a good guy."

Arta was lying on the ground already out of shape, his eyelids trembled and gradually closed, and his lips whispered: "Ah...Hula...Persia..."

Smith glanced at Shi Zexing, walked over and knocked on the trunk: "Let's guess if there will be a gun."

Just as Shi Zexing was about to speak, the driver behind him echoed, "How much does Mr. Smith want to bet?"

Smith smiled face-to-face, but didn't bend down to open the trunk.He never turns his back on anyone, especially when on missions.

Smith stared at Shi Zexing, put one hand into the pocket of the windbreaker, and said coolly: "I bet not, it will be gone in a while."

Shi Zexing's heart sank into the ice cave in an instant, and he frowned: "I bet there is, it will be useful in a while."

"It seems that heroes see the same thing." Smith laughed heartily, very satisfied with Shi Zexing's reaction and attitude.

Only then did the driver realize that Smith planned to blow up the sluice dam according to the plan of the Parsees.He was a little annoyed that he didn't keep up and missed the opportunity of "heroes see the same thing", so he hurried forward and opened the trunk with both hands.

"Bang! Bang!"

Shi Zexing raised his wrist and fired two shots, hitting Smith in the heart and the driver's back.

"Bang bang bang!"

Smith squeezed the trigger tightly, and the bullets roared out. Shi Zexing fell to the ground, his right arm hanging limply like a piece of rotten flesh.

Smith's face was ashen, like a demon, stepped forward and stepped on Shi Zexing's bloody right shoulder, quickly replaced with a new clip, pointed the muzzle of the gun between Shi Zexing's eyebrows, and moved his index finger slightly.

At the critical moment, Shi Zexing called out calmly and emotionally: "Ying Zhao..."

Smith shifted the muzzle of his gun and shot Shi Zexing in the left arm: "There will be fire in July, and I will also wear a body armor."

Shi Zexing looked into his eyes calmly: "I did my best, and I have a clear conscience."

Smith frowned: "Ying Zhao, you chose the word Ying Zhao for your daughter, isn't it just 'Raspberry Tang Ju, Ying Zhao Cold Ash', he said on the surface that he wanted to see the sun again and clear up his grievances. It seems that he didn't care that you were forced to death by the red bandits." Father, slept in the bullpen for 7 years."

Shi Zexing pulled out a smile: "I am ashamed of Mr. Smith's research on Chinese literature." A word from me..."

Shi Zexing's body twitched, and his voice became lower and lower: "My heart... Zhaozhao, should take care of my homeland."

"--boom!"

The moment the gunshot sounded from behind, Smith pulled the gun that had been aimed at Shi Zexing's eyebrows.In the blink of an eye, Shi Zexing folded his neck to avoid the bullet.

"—Bang!" The bullet grazed Shi Zexing's ear.

The moment he pulled the trigger, Smith squatted and twisted, turned around and counted the shots: "Bang bang bang!"

The moment he turned his head, Smith realized that in less than three seconds, he had turned into a disadvantage: Shi Zexing was not killed, and there was no one in the direction of the bullet!Without any hesitation, he rolled on the spot in an instant.

Yan Ji, who was lying on his back next to the corpse, witnessed everything, shifted the muzzle of the gun slightly and pulled the trigger——

"Bang! Bang!"

The bullet still missed Smith, but enough.

Just as Shi Zexing coughed and paused to delay time just now, the gunfire bought time for Shi Zexing.Shi Zexing's leg, which was purposely curled up by twitching, was as fast as an arrow flying from the string, and he kicked hard!Smith, who was rolling, was caught off guard and hit the wheel of the jeep with a "boom".

Before seeing the situation clearly, Smith raised his gun and shot: "Bang bang bang!"

But Shi Zexing took advantage of the situation and wrapped his legs around his wrist, only to hear a "click", and he fell down.Smith went to catch it with his left hand, but Shi Zexing kicked him away with his legs. □□ fell on Shi Zexing's side, Smith's eyes widened, and he saw Shi Zexing grab □□□ in disbelief, stabilized his body, turned and ran.

"--boom!"

The bullet hit Smith's knee, and he slumped toward the bridge railing.

Shi Zexing's hand on the gun twitched uncontrollably, the muzzle of the gun on his shoulder was bleeding profusely, and the phantom of his wife and children appeared in front of his eyes.He jerked violently, the veins on the back of his hands bursting.

"boom!"

The bullet pierced Smith's abdomen, and he held his wound and gasped violently: "Huh, hahhhh." Blood gushed from between his fingers, blue-green eyes protruded, and his mouth grew like a dying fish. Unbelievable written all over his face.

Hearing the sound of running footsteps, Smith firmly grasped the cloth on the chest of the windbreaker, stared at Shi Zexing, who was lying on the ground, and squeezed out a ferocious smile: "Long live America..."

Holding the slightly hot penis, Yan Ji rushed to Shi Zexing: "Uncle!"

Seeing Smith fall into the river, Shi Zexing suddenly turned his head to look at the trunk of the jeep.Yan Ji followed his line of sight to look over, and suddenly trembled all over, just wanting to run away.However, his hands and feet were so stiff that he seemed to have his own meaning, and he was nailed to the spot.

The back seat of the jeep was removed, and half a car of orange-red pipes were neatly stacked, like large ham sausages, with four small characters "□□" printed on the surface, bundled with five, and connected to a timing detonator.

Time flies by on the monitor——

59.45...

57.32...

55.48...

Yan Ji burst into tears, crying out of breath: "I, don't! I don't want to die! Grandpa! Woohoo, grandpa, come and save me! Dengdeng!"

Shi Zexing thinks of his daughter, that child is like her mother, a delicate little princess, a stone in the shoe will drop golden beans, Shi Zexing is reluctant to ask her to pour boiling water when soaking instant noodles, and I don’t know which one is cheaper The brat.

"Run, kid..."

Yan Ji yelled: "Don't talk to me! Don't talk to me!"

While sniffling her nose and crying, she tremblingly took out a handful of rotten milk tablets from her trouser pocket and stuffed them into her mouth.The milk flakes also had a sweet taste, stronger than rain, stronger than blood, and stronger than gunpowder.

This is the milk tablet my grandpa bought for me.

This is the milk tablet to be given to Deng Deng.

Yan Ji stared at the half-full car, and exhausted all his strength to close the trunk lid.

"Oh!"

Seeing the back of the little girl rushing towards the cab of the jeep, Shi Zexing's eyes were red, and with the last of his strength, he crawled over, hung his tie on the trailer hitch at the rear of the car, chuckled and murmured: "Don't cry, baby!" .”

The bullet marks on the body cannot be concealed. Once exposed, the whole "rat extermination operation" may fail.

Even if it only increased the possibility by one tenth of one percent, he would have to die.

Died without a trace.

The engine of the jeep roared, Yan Ji held the steering wheel with both hands, glanced at the commercial vehicle not far away with nostalgia, and rubbed his red eyes.

Deng Deng, have a good dream.

Grandpa, don't wait for me to go home for dinner today.

The jeep accelerated suddenly, smashed through the guardrail, and rushed out of the bridge.