[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Amid the deafening gunshots, Isabella could no longer distinguish the positions of the well-trained killers chasing them. She was like an obedient rag doll, held tightly by McCoff's arms and pressed against his chest in the hail of bullets. Constantly changing positions.

Mycroft pursued a safe plan of keeping the middle and advancing. Most of the time, he avoided the opponent's shooting range, blocked their sniper blind spot, and then retreated to the exit in an orderly manner.When encountering that kind of killer who is chasing after him, Mycroft will decisively break the gun. His marksmanship is extremely accurate, and he hardly needs a second shot.

Using his body as a shield, Mykoff has been protecting Her Royal Highness the little princess in his arms. There were times when the situation was tense. Mykoff pulled Isabella's hand a little harder in desperation, and her nose hit her straight. To be honest, the elastic touch did not hurt Isabella's high nose too much. At least she didn't have a nosebleed—she even touched the underside of her nose silently when she had time .

The killers wearing black hoods are still being replenished continuously, and McCoff's reinforcements have not arrived for a long time, the two of them are now completely isolated and helpless, the gun battle has no end, and Isabella has heard that McCoff His breathing has become a little heavier, and he has been neglecting exercise for a long time without going out to work.

Mycroft was leaning against the back of the car. He looked around vigilantly and quickly changed magazines blindly in his hands. Isabella looked at him worriedly, and wanted to open her mouth to say something, but found that her voice was hoarse like a bellows. She said : "I have a Glok 43 in my bag..."

"You just need to protect yourself," Mycroft didn't look at her, he paused, the sixth sense from the agent made him feel like someone was peeping in the distance, he looked around vigilantly, and suddenly a small red dot Appearing on the unsuspecting Isabella, Mycroft lost his composure in front of her for the first time, he flew over and shouted subconsciously, "Be careful——"

There was a gunshot, and the bullet that was supposed to be shot at Her Royal Highness was deeply buried in the man's right shoulder. Mycroft let out a muffled grunt, blood gushing out. He was wearing a three-piece black suit today. The blood wet the suit jacket, and it could only be seen that the color was darker. Isabella looked at the thin sweat oozing from McCoff's forehead, and was stunned for three seconds before she realized what happened just now. Enduring the pain, he dragged Isabella to hide in another safe corner, at least it was a blind spot for sniping.

"Mycroft?!" Isabella said in panic. At that time, she realized how difficult it is for a person to maintain reason in an emergency. All the common medical knowledge she had learned seemed to disappear at that moment. As if she had evaporated, she shook her hands and searched all over her pockets, but couldn't find a piece of gauze.Isabella remembered that she had changed her outfit before she came, and she cursed angrily: "FU丨CK!"

"There is no injury to the artery, and the venous blood loss rate is 18cm per second. We need to solve these troubles as soon as possible..." Mycroft glanced at his wound sideways, and calmly analyzed.

Isabella took off the hair tie on her head, put it on the distal end of McCoff's gunshot wound, and then pressed hard with her thumb to stop the bleeding. The dark red blood stained her cuff, and McCoff silently Smiling, he said, "Pressing for a few minutes won't stop the bleeding, well, we have to race against time." He looked helplessly at Isabella's clear emerald green eyes, "I'm fine, wipe it off quickly." Your tears..."

Isabella wiped her face belatedly, only to realize that tears had covered her face at some point. She bit her lower lip, feeling so guilty that she couldn't speak.Mycroft switched to holding the gun in one hand, and his right arm was temporarily unable to move vigorously, but fortunately his left arm was just as good.

"You have to protect yourself, follow in my footsteps," Mycroft told her seriously, "Don't expose yourself to the other party's guns."

Isabella nodded, there was a sniper in the dark, maybe more than one, and Mycroft knew his coordinates the moment he shot, but unfortunately the distance was too far, and only a pistol could not send him. He hit the road.

It was very close to the exit, and McCoff frowned and called up the map of London in the thinking palace. All the safe houses under his name could no longer be used. After leaving the underground parking lot, it was a tricky question where to go for repairs.

"You can go to my villa in London..." Isabella saw what McCoff was thinking, she whispered, seeing that he didn't reply for a long time, she lowered her eyes and laughed at herself, "Of course, I just want to I can guarantee that it is absolutely safe during my use, as for you to believe it or not... I am just offering a suggestion."

"Go." Mycroft said suddenly. After saying this, he raised his hand and shot the killer who was quietly approaching them to sneak attack.

This is an incomparably heavy trust. Isabella didn't expect him to agree. When she heard the affirmative answer, she suddenly raised her head. It brought the smell of death, and this strong smell was subtly mixed with the cool pine wood perfume smell on his body, forming a strange and harmonious deadly scent.

Gunshots sounded one after another in the distance. It seemed that support from MI6 had arrived. Isabella's tense nerves relaxed a little, but Mycroft looked more serious than before. How could he determine who came? Not a traitor?

Isabella thought that there would be a team of commandos to rescue them, but she didn't expect that it was Mycroft's secretary, Belinda, who stood out from the encirclement.

She was not much better either, the pair of plain glasses she always wore was thrown somewhere, the bullet wound on Belinda's forehead was scratched deep into the bone, and the dark red blood slid down the temple to the chin, she saw Mycroft ran towards him without hesitation.

"Back!" Isabella exclaimed.

The lingering sniper appeared again. He aimed at Belinda's heart and slowly pulled the trigger.Mycroft couldn't help reminding: "Ten o'clock to the rear left!"

Everything that happened in front of me was like a slow-motion movie with special effects. A bright blood flower bloomed on Belinda's chest. She was knocked down by the impact of the bullet and staggered forward a few steps. , only one step away from McCoff and the others, Isabella pulled her past, the bullet just hit Belinda's heart, if she seeks medical attention immediately, there may be a chance of survival.

"BOSS..." Belinda spoke with difficulty, and she said intermittently, "The operation leaked... There are traitors in MI6..."

From when he was a secret agent to when he sat firmly in the chair of the highest officer of MI6, Mycroft was used to seeing life and death, and his rationality told him that Belinda's chances of surviving in this situation were zero. His lips were pursed into a tight straight line, calm Watching Isabella scrambling to stop Belinda's bleeding, he sighed and said a comforting nonsense, "Hold on, Belinda."

They all clearly understand that there will never be any more foreign aid.

"BOSS...the key to the safe house..." Belinda's pupils had already dilated, she tried to raise her hand, and she no longer had the strength to hold the bunch of keys, "The Gwen Avenue closest to here...has been cleaned up, all The device is synchronously cut off..."

Mycroft bent down, picked up the key, and held it tightly in his palm. He closed his eyes and gave an order: "Go!"

Isabella supported Belinda, who was breathing rapidly, and she raised her head in surprise. Mycroft's iceberg face did not show any emotional temperature. It was meaningless to rescue Belinda. McCoff's instructions were correct, and they You can't delay any longer, you should leave here as soon as possible.

Isabella struggles to accept McCoff's cold and unkind orders, and Belinda is still alive.Isabella glanced at McCoff's indifferent expression, and she saw that McCoff's right hand, which had been hanging down, was trembling slightly. The tip hit the concrete floor drop by drop.

"Let's go." Isabella was cruel, she looked at Belinda deeply, followed by McCoff, and never looked back.

The author has something to say:

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If the sniper is not aiming at the heroine but Mai Ge, he can dodge it with Mai Ge's skill, but the enemy is really cunning, deliberately forcing Mai Ge 2333 In fact, the two of them changed the body armor at the beginning and there were not so many It's over.