Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Stronghold, first floor.

Avoiding all sentinel locations, Mo Shangyun appeared outside the window of Miao Lun's room.

The backyard is an open space. There are a few cars on the periphery against the wall, and there are also a few outposts, but the light is very dark. The people at the outposts think that tonight is as usual as usual. No accidents have happened. They are so sleepy. Unable to lift it, he neglected his duties at his post, and he didn't notice anyone approaching.

Avoid them, as long as you have enough courage, you won't get much attention.

At this moment.

Mo Shangjun stood outside the window and heard the cries coming from inside, the woman cried intermittently, and the voice was painful. It was very obvious in this silent night, but those who were asleep and awake did not care about it at all, like Is used to.

Observed in the front door as early as possible, Mo Shangjun heard the movement, and wanted to break in. But there was movement in the front door. She estimated that it was Yan Tianxing who had acted before going back.

Exactly, the window was not closed, and there was no iron fence to block it, which was more suitable for her action.

Pulling the window apart, Mo Shangjun clenched the dagger in his hand, propped his palm up against the window, and turned directly into the house from the window.

She did not move much, at the very least, not only did the outside people not notice, but even the people in the room did not notice that there was one more person inside.

Ignoring the sounds that caused discomfort, Mo Shangyun went to the end of the bed with a cold face.

At this time, the woman's cry stopped.

The man lying on her back sat up, wiping sweat, cold, and glimpsed a figure standing at the end of the bed, suddenly lost his voice as if he was grasping the throat by an invisible force, and at the same time a tremor and goose bumps all over his body. In an instant, his body fell like an ice cellar and immediately cooled down.

This kind of ghost-like appearance is really scary.

Mo Shangyun didn't let this opportunity pass, as soon as his hand was raised, a silencer came to Miao Lun's forehead.

The black muzzle allowed Miao Lun to instantly return to reality from the unreal feeling.

"Who are you?" Miao Lun asked in English to Shang Yun.

In the room without lights, Mo Shangyun stood in the shadows, and Miao Lun could only see the outline of the coming person, and even her appearance could not be seen clearly.

Miao Lun was a sniper anyway, and her psychological qualities passed. In addition to her initial surprise and stunnedness, she quickly recovered.

He didn't know where the other party came from, and it would certainly be capable of sneaking in silently, and should not act rashly.

"I'm not here to kill you," Mo Shangyun said in a faint voice, and asked slowly, "The person you hung on the cliff at the end of last month, remember?"

Hearing the voice of a woman, Miao Lun could not help but relax her vigilance.

What's more, with her original words, Miao Lun felt like she had a lifeline.

Calm down completely, Miao Lun continued to ask: "Who are you?"

The ink was cold, and the pistol rested on his forehead. At the same time, the left hand raised the knife and fell directly into his thigh.

Her movements were clean and sharp, with a **** and a pull, and immediately blood spewed out of her leg.

It was his artery that stabbed.

The cold pain caused Miao Lun to open his mouth subconsciously, but before shouting, Mo Shangjun's pistol moved down, and in the next moment, it stuck in his mouth.

Mo Shangjun hooked his lips and threatened coldly: "Are you trying one?"

Miao Lun quickly covered his thigh, his eyes widened, and the cold sweat on his face kept going.

At the same time, Mo Shangyun glanced at the woman lying beside Miao Lun.

Messy, dying, not knowing what happened here.

Mo Shangyun withdrew his gaze, his expression chilled a bit.

"I ask, you answer." Mo Shangyun leaned over, the words with a bitter cold, "otherwise, I can't guarantee that you can live to be cured."

Miao Lun, whose mouth was blocked, saw Mo Shangjun's cold face like a king's face, and he felt a little bit cold in his heart. He nodded hard in pain and threat.

Mo Shangyun backed the muzzle back a bit to ensure that he could speak vaguely, but also to ensure that he could give him a shot immediately before he called out or made other resistance.

People are always afraid of death, especially this group of profit-seeking people, although they live a life of licking blood at the edge of a knife, but they are desperate for their lives. The wealth they fight for must always have time to spend.

If he was given a ray of vitality at the beginning, he would be more desperate for his life, rather than thinking about breaking the net with Mo Junyu in the beginning.

"Answer my question." Mo Shangyun said coldly.

"Remember, remember."

In order to cooperate with Mo Shangyun, Miao Lun also nodded.

Mo Shangjun's finger on the trigger shivered slightly.

"Why did you kill him?" Mo Shangyun asked again, ensuring that his voice was stable and without emotion.

Miao Lun answered truthfully: "He bumped into our deal."

Narrowing his eyes, Mo Shangyun continued to ask: "Why would he meet?"

"I don't know..." Miao Lun's face was distorted by pain, and some words were not pronounced correctly. He stressed embarrassedly, "I don't know."

Mo Shangyun took a deep breath.

At the same time, the gunshots suddenly sounded outside, and the cluttered and dense sound suddenly disturbed the quiet but dangerous building, so the gunshots became more dense.

Two figures ran from the outside, and one fold back when he ran, knocked on the door, Miao Lun was like seeing the dawn of hope, trying to move in that direction, trying to create a little movement But the person knocking outside the door shouted a few words after he didn't get a response, so that he didn't want to be happy, hurried out to meet, and then... ran away.

Miao Lun stared at the bead, staring at the voice and ran away.

Soon, he felt a sense of coldness, and as soon as he had recovered his mind, he smiled on the ink with a smile instead of a smile. Immediately, if a pot of cold water poured from his head to his feet, it made his heart cool.

Mo Shangyun didn't shoot, but the saber penetrated his right scapula at a very fast speed. When he was sore that he was sweating in cold sweat, she pulled the pistol out of his mouth and pointed at him. A shot from the left scapula came straight through.

He was already naked to the upper body. The blood flowed down the skin without any cover. The red blood spread on the bed sheet. The white bed sheet reflected the bright red blood, which was extremely dazzling.

He screamed.

However, no one would hear his screaming in the night when gunshots were staggered.

Two minutes later, when he had no strength to yell, Mo Shangyun opened the door of the room and walked out in a fair manner.

She didn't kill him personally, just like he didn't kill Chen Lu personally.

Similarly, she did not keep him alive, just like Chen Lu did not survive.

He will die because of excessive blood loss.

Although, this kind of death method is too cheap compared to Chen Lu.

But no better solution was found.

The door opened, and the yard outside was fighting, but the main firepower was transferred upstairs.

Mo Shangyun just wanted to find Lu Yang, but she just took a step--

Upstairs, a figure fell and directly hit the yard five meters away from her.

Mo Shangyun's figure snapped.