Kidney master

The gun battle was on the verge of breaking out, and the strong wind rolled up the gravel and rubbed against his cheeks, leaving red and black bloodstains, and his shoulders were bruised and purple from the recoil of the guns.

In order to avoid bullets, Ji Yi'an rolled on the ground a few times, leaving black marks on his face.

He leaned on the strong side, held the gun with one hand, squinted his eyes to aim, loaded the gun and pulled the trigger——

He and a group of soldiers firmly blocked the approaching drug dealers, blocked the opponent with crackling gunshots, and were pressured by the opponent to retreat.

Until a voice came from my ear: "The hostages have been rescued safely! Prepare to retreat!"

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and with a twisted eyebrow, he took out a smoke bomb from his waist, pulled the metal lock ring and smashed it.

In an instant, white smoke spread in the small market, with a pungent and eye-catching smell.

Ji Yi'an commanded the people to retreat, and made the last push himself. He smoothly and without hesitation knocked in the new magazine, picked up the rifle again with his shoulder, and fired steadily with the hand on the trigger.

"Team Ji, hurry up! The opponent's hidden power is heading towards your position!" Xiao Yan stared closely at the monitoring screen on the computer screen.

"go!"

He turned around in a cloud of smoke, and the sound of bullets slicing out of the gun barrel behind him made the market tremble.

When Ji Yi'an rushed out the door, he felt the sound of life-threatening bullets penetrating the air and approaching him. He didn't have time to react, so he turned his head subconsciously, and the bullet slashed across his side face.

Leaving behind a scorched black bloodstain, a burning burning sensation.

Cen Han, who was in the sniper position in the distance, said coldly: "At two o'clock, the shot was successful."

If she hadn't killed that person, the direction of the bullet was not crooked, probably it would have hit Ji Yi'an directly.

***

Finally, wait for all the members in the bazaar to withdraw, and throw grenades directly into the bazaar.

After a few seconds of silence, the sound of the soaring explosion set off a huge flame that burned in the air, and the flames hit the sky and covered the sky, and the heat wave pushed all the people not far away.

"Report the number of casualties." Pang Ju asked.

"8 casualties and 0 dead." Ji Yi'an replied, while the medical staff were treating his facial injuries.

"Very well, I have asked someone to relocate the hostages. After all, the security factor of this village is too low, so that the drug dealers have an opportunity."

Ji Yi'an: "Among the drug dealers, except for a few who slipped through the net and have been sent to the local police station, the rest are guaranteed to die."

That small team is clearly the Death Squad, and if the Chinese side is a little weaker and chooses to negotiate in the open, then they will definitely get some benefits from it.

If the attitude is tough and the hostages are taken directly, then the 12 villagers killed earlier have also played a deterrent effect.

It's hard for Ji Yi'an to imagine how this group of drug dealers lost their minds, they are willing to work for those drug bosses, and they are not afraid of being used to sacrifice their lives.

So, this drug is really the root of all evil.

***

After dealing with the follow-up resettlement issues, Ji Yi'an went back with a group of comrades in the main team.

After getting off the helicopter and getting into the car, Ji Yi'an collapsed to sleep in the back row of the car, his brows and eyes were still frowning when he closed his eyes, exuding a cold feeling that couldn't fade away.

Cen Han turned his head to look at him several times, worried about the gunshot wound on his face, and Ji Yian was used to it. He didn't care much about being shot twice in the lower abdomen before, let alone the bullet scratch on his face.

"Don't stare at the boss, you'll wake him up in a while." Xiao Yan glanced at Cen Han.

Cen Han rolled his eyes directly: "I want you to take care of it!"

"I thought we could catch Jiasu this time." Daming sighed, "Sure enough, he didn't even come."

Cen Han: "How could a leader like that be willing to come to the country to die? It's a pity to earn so much money! But it's good if he didn't come, otherwise I'm always worried that the leader's identity in the Golden Triangle will be exposed."

Ji Yi'an, who was lying at the back, woke up when he heard the "Jasu" they said, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

He sat up quickly, and immediately asked, "Da Ming, what time is it?"

"It's almost eleven o'clock, what's the matter?"

"Hold."

Ji Yi'an cursed, the flight was at eleven o'clock in the noon, and now it is eleven o'clock at night, twelve hours have passed.

He turned on the other mobile phone, and there was no missed call in it. He frowned and called directly.

"The number you have dial can not be reached……"

Ji Yi'an put down his phone: "Da Ming, go to the airport."

"Airport? Which airport?" They had just emerged from the barracks helipad.

"Civil Aviation." Ji Yi'an said.

Cen Han turned his head: "What are you doing there?"

"Find someone."

***

There were only a few people at the airport in the middle of the night, waiting for the red-eye flight, Song Chu sat on the ground with a yellowed newspaper spread under his buttocks.

There is a glass window behind him, the back of his head is against the glass, his chin is lifted, his face is expressionless, until he sees Ji Yi'an running in from the door, he raises his eyebrows slightly.

The man was bloodier than any time she had seen before, with a few black streaks on his face, blood oozing from the gauze on his cheeks, a black short sleeve was dirty and wrinkled, and the overalls underneath were the same, with dark stains on his neck bloodstains.

As soon as he came in, he was stopped by the security at the gate of the airport. Song Chu watched him take out the police badge from his pocket and show it to the other party before he was let go.

Ji Yi'an looked around and saw Song Chu in the corner.

Twelve hours, but still there.

Ji Yi'an originally wanted to try his luck, but she didn't expect that she would actually wait until now, sitting on the ground leisurely, not planning to take a taxi at all.

Ji Yi'an thought, if she was really seriously injured and went to the hospital today, would she still be waiting here all the time.

"Go." He ran up to Song Chu in a few steps, speaking concisely.

Song Chu raised his eyes, his dark pupils were gloomy and cold, and he didn't speak.

Ji Yi settled down for a while, pocketing with one hand: "Why didn't you call me, I forgot."

Even if you don't forget, you must set out the mission without delay.

Song Chu still didn't speak, and looked at him coldly.

Ji Yi'an sighed, squatted down in front of her, looked at her at the same level, suppressed his temper and softened his voice: "Have you been waiting for a long time? Don't call or take a taxi by yourself, aren't you tired or hungry?"

"You promised to come and pick me up." Song Chu only said this lightly.

It's such a fucking dog, where the hell should I go.

This was Ji Yian's instant thought.He had just narrowly escaped death, shot and killed a group of drug dealers, and was forced to fall into the twisted, sticky temper of a woman.

The woman spoke in a completely condescending tone, with arrogance and complaints mixed in her alienated and indifferent tone, but her face was expressionless and condescending, which was really depressing.

"Can't we go yet?" Ji Yi'an said impatiently.

Song Chu looked at him and was unwilling to talk again.

Fuck, Ji Yi'an cursed inwardly, and saw through the glass that their car was still waiting outside.

"I wronged my ancestors, so I shouldn't forget to pick you up, that's fine." Ji Yi'an said angrily.

Early Song: "Remove the last three characters."

"Okay, remove it." The tone was still impatient.

Song Chu was silent.

Ji Yian was furious: "What on earth do you want to leave? Do you want me to carry you or hug you, in a word."

The tone was even more impolite, but Song Chu finally smiled happily, with water in his eyes.

"hug."

She answered simply.

Ji Yi'an's two hands are carrying guns and cannons, and he has never hugged a woman, let alone such a delicate and soft woman.

When Song Chu's cold leg rested on Ji Yi'an's arm, he couldn't help but clenched his fists.

Song Chu was very light, and he hugged him effortlessly. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and the scent of her perfume lingered around him, almost penetrating into his pores.

He had smelled the perfume on Song Chu's body twice before, it was too sweet and greasy, but now it was a warm and calm woody fragrance.

***

Everyone in the car widened their eyes completely when they saw Ji Yi'an coming out with a beautiful girl in his arms, and they were quietly relieved when they saw him throw the girl into the seat without hesitation.

They recognized the girl as the one who had been at the factory.

Song Chuchao smiled at the sight that looked over, but didn't say hello.

"Da Ming, let's drive."

"Gu, girl, where does your family live?" Daming hesitated.

Song Chu changed into a comfortable position and nestled in his seat: "I'll go back to the team with you."

Ji Yi'an looked at the time again, it was almost twelve o'clock.

"If you don't go to the team, where do you live?"

"I don't have a home, and I haven't booked a hotel yet. Let's go back to your home first." Song Chu was very calm.

Cen Han frowned, and looked at Ji Yi'an again. He had just carried her over, and the injury on his shoulder must have been pulled away again.

"It's not suitable for you to live in his house as a single man in the season team." Cen Han said, "Either stay in a hotel, or stay at my house."

Song Chu glanced at her, squinted his eyes slightly, and understood the policewoman's affection for Ji Yi'an, and the jealousy in those words was clear at a glance.

Song Chu snorted, "Didn't your captain tell you that I'm here to bring you information?"

The crowd was silent.

Ji Yi'an said in a deep voice, "Da Ming, go to my house."

Cen Han frowned: "Boss!"

Ji Yian didn't reply.

Song Chu took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and it was out of battery. After getting off the plane, the man didn't show up, and she really held her breath. These years made her very paranoid, so she waited for twelve hours.

She spread her hands towards the man behind her, her palms were all white: "Do you have a power bank?"

Ji Yi'an took it to her from the bag at the back.

Song Chu charged the battery for a few minutes, and finally turned it on. Several messages came in, and there was also a missed call from Ji Yi'an.

She opened WeChat and found a notification for adding friends. She clicked on it and saw that it was the photographer she met on the plane, with the note "Shen Huan".

Song Chu pressed "Accept", and heard Cen Han whispering to Ji Yi'an behind him: "The injury on your shoulder, you have been crushed just now, doesn't it hurt?"

"I don't feel anything." The man's voice was still stiff.

Song Chu turned his head to look, and directly met the man's dark eyes, like a magnet.

Her gaze moved down and landed on her shoulder, and a circle of bruises spread from the collar. When he was holding her just now, Song Chu's strength was all there to support her.

***

Song Chu looked away from the window.

She remembered what the photographer said—"You took the pain of those people on yourself."

What about Ji Yian?

He charged forward and used his body to block the bullets fired at civilians. He was wounded and bled, saving lives and killing people.

She is a heavy burden.

He is a burden with his head held high.