The national school idol is a girl

People outside are anxious.

The tattooed man lying in the car seemed unable to move anymore.

Parents are the first to break through the line of defense.

Some people even pushed the security personnel who were standing next to them.

It's just that at this time, everyone can understand the mood they want to receive.

Compared to the panic outside.

When the children get off the bus, they follow the order of their seats.

Bo Jiu arranged for them to line up in a line, standing in front of the tattooed man, and also disabled the other hand of the tattooed man. In this case, she felt more at ease.

There was blood on the children's bodies, and their little faces still showed the fear of what had just happened. One little kid's legs became weak as soon as he took a step.

Bo Jiu stretched out his hand to prevent her from falling, with a little caution: "Go slowly, don't be in a hurry."

"Yeah!" Little Douding nodded, still scared.

It's just that every one of them is very well-behaved.

He sniffed and continued walking forward. It wasn't until he stepped out of the school bus and was hugged by his mother that he burst into tears.

The situation was finally under control.

The person in charge breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

However, there was another person who also felt relieved, and that was the prince.

When the big devil was sitting on the tree, his aura was so strong that he only fired two shots.

It was really two shots, no more and no less. Every time the shot was pulled, it would hit his ear.

The prince is the one who sees everything most clearly. After that man jumped down from the tree, he only had one thought in his mind, this is simply a sharpshooter!

Can you shoot a headshot from such a tricky position?

No, two of them exploded!

Mainly because of the speed, not just the speed. It seemed that when he raised the gun, he had already analyzed what kind of movements the opponent would make.

Psychology, speed, and combat experience are all factors.

The prince's thoughts were a little confused, but this did not prevent him from rushing out to enjoy the joy.

I'm really happy. As long as I see those little cubs jumping around with their friends, I always feel relieved.

Everyone in the action team put away their guns, as if they had never appeared.

The location of the prince and Lang Ya is in the same area as Qin Mo.

Seeing that the big devil's pockets were bulging, he was walking towards the school bus with a long gun in one hand.

After the gunpowder smoke passed, there was a vast white scene on the street.

The man's back was upright, he was wearing a combat uniform, and there was a black belt around his wrist. When he walked through the crowd, time seemed to stop.

People are looking back.

Qin Mo didn't seem to care and pulled the young man sitting in the car out with one force.

Then, a very hard hug.

Even those night eyes were so deep into the darkness.

Bo Jiu paused, smelling the nice smell of mint, which was different from usual, with the smell of gunpowder smoke.

She also wanted to reach out, but later she found that there was still blood on her hands and clothes: "Brother Mo, I'm dirty."

"I don't mind it." Qin Mo's hand became stronger, as if he wanted to rub the person into his blood and bones.

Don't you dislike it? In that hug, Bo Jiu smiled and stretched out his hand.

Such a hug is not too much at a time like this.

After all, the scene just now can be described as between life and death.

Just a few people who were familiar with their boss were in a panic at this moment. They couldn't believe that the big devil would do this.

During previous missions, the boss would pull them up while they were still recovering from the disaster.

But hugs?

Excuseme?