"You! Who?!"

The man holding a gun opposite asked Mo Shangjun fiercely.

The language was still in English. Mo Shangyun just pretended that he didn't understand and looked at him with squinted eyes in confusion.

Her steps moved slightly to the side.

——Exactly the direction in which people on the ground move.

"stop!"

The man opposite immediately shouted, using blunt Mandarin. One word he shouted was earth-shattering, as if he was shouting a slogan again.

Mo Shangyun couldn't help but frown.

She froze and planned to find a breakthrough, but it was too late.

As soon as he glanced at it, he saw that the man on the ground was about to stretch out his hand towards the pistol.

A drop of sweat slid down his chin.

Almost at the same time——

Another figure suddenly appeared in Mo Shangyun's field of vision. A fruit knife drew a sharp arc from the air, reflecting the dazzling light under the scorching sun, and then stabbed into the back of the neck of the man holding the gun from the opposite side.

The knife penetrated the throat and was pulled out without mercy.

In an instant, blood dyed the field of vision red, and the man was fatally stabbed. Until his death, he did not know where the ghost came from and killed him.

In these few seconds, the person on the ground picked up the pistol. Not knowing the fate of his companion, he immediately turned over and raised his hand to point at Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangjun's gun muzzle shifted direction almost without any pause, aiming while shaking. She pulled the trigger without hesitation, the bullet penetrated the man's arm, and the pistol that just got into his hand was like this

It fell weakly to the ground.

"Good marksmanship."

A cool voice came from the direction of the window.
Chapter completed!