Vol 2 Chapter 220: : If I didn't come back...

The sick woman was thin and dry, but she couldn't hide her natural beauty and extravagance.
For the past eight years, Bai Ruyun has almost been treating in the nursing home and disappeared from the sight of everyone. Mo Lei came to Shenghua not long ago, so naturally he didn't know her identity background.
The subordinate answered as many as possible: "I found in the warehouse that the woman was about to sneak into the guest room."
Munan and Baishan met almost at the same time, and there was helplessness in their eyes—it seemed that a fierce battle was inevitable.
Bai Ruyun's eyes are full of tears, and he raises his eyes to look at the dark crowd around him:
She hid on the side of the road that afternoon and witnessed Munan being kidnapped.
In a panic, Bai Ruyun suddenly thought of an adventure-if he could rescue Munan who was kidnapped, could Gu Yuze let Lin Qingyu go?
Such thoughts and weeds seemed to spread in her heart. With her tenacious perseverance, she concealed everyone's eyes and secretly followed behind the group of people to find this huge luxurious cruise ship.
She sneaked in, trying to find the room where Munan was locked up, but before she took a few steps, she was caught by the fierce man.
Bai Ruyun never expected that there were so many people on this boat, and everyone was a figure licking blood.
All of them held their guns coldly, and the black muzzle seemed to stare at her with countless eyes, making her feel unprecedented panic and regret.
"I...I am..."
After all, Bai Ruyun is a weak woman. The dignified air pressure around her makes her breathless, and she subconsciously sweeps her eyes for help toward the person she knows most.
"Brother... Brother, where is this..."
She asked her half brother for help, which was a fatal cry for help.
Mo Lei was stunned, his pupils split, and unprecedented anxiety surged into his heart-Bai Shan is this woman's brother? How is it possible that Baishan is not China’s undercover agent in Shenghua? How could there be a sister!
There was a flash of light in my mind, and I suddenly remembered that someone had told that the president of GM had a fiancée, who was the young lady of Bai Ruyun.
Bai Ruyun, Baishan... A few words collided in Mo Lei's mind, brother and sister? !
What does that mean? It means that the Baishan in front of me is really the Baishan of the Bai family!
What does that mean? Means this is a midgame!
So who is the undercover agent sent by China? Is it already lurking beside him!
Mo Lei pulled out the gun almost subconsciously.
"Bang~"
"Zizzi~"
The crisp sound of broken bones, and a painful howl.
Suddenly there was fire in the hall, and the huge crystal lamp swayed and fell from the ceiling, shattering a lot of crystal glass. Several people in black who were too late to guard have fallen into a glow.
The wires creaked, and the surrounding lights were all extinguished in the next moment.
From suddenly bright to dim, it was only a momentary thing, the bright sunset shone from the glass ceiling, and Mo Lei looked back tremblingly.
The tall Yankee Jake had fallen into the broken glass, and a piece of scarlet blood was gradually pouring out of the ground, and the blood-red sunset shining on his wide green eyes.
He seems to be dead.
Death is unknown, the beauty who has no power to bind the chicken will show such a daunting look.
There are three bodies of FBI agents, his proudest three.
who is it!
who is it!
Who is it!
The fear of death contaminated his heart, and Mo Lei forced himself to remain calm as before. The hall was in a mess, and Baishan and the group had no idea where to escape.
The advantage of fewer people is fully revealed at this time. There are less than ten people in Baishan and the cruise ship is huge and pervasive.
The computer money converter on the long table was shattered by external force, and the number [499990000] appeared on the screen.
Almost 500 million US dollars were in his hands.
"Chasing, chase now!" Mo Lei was anxious, and the gentle scholar's face was bare, and the death hostility broke out suddenly.
"But—this American is dead, our deal—" Jake's body was still warm as his subordinate looked to the ground nervously.
Mo Lei gritted his teeth and smashed the converter on the table with a shot: "The original military documents are still in my hands, and a middleman has died. There is a influence! Chasing it, I saw the Baishan group and killed it!"
The subordinates took the command, and the people around were scattered.
Mo Lei was about to take a step, but suddenly he paused, his eyes flashing light.
He has always been familiar with the attitude of the Chinese military. What they want to capture is Mo Lei and intercept the information in his hands... Therefore, these special forces will not run away, but will only capture him alive
Mo Lei squeezed his fist, the anger in his heart gradually subsided, and the shrewd old face became clear: "Call the remaining twelve FBI agents and add my eight elite men. I don't believe it, cunning. The fox can escape."
Sit back and wait for the rabbit, waiting for the fish to take the bait.
What he has is a chance to escape.
On the other side, on the gloomy ceiling, Munan patted his chest smoothly, and turned his head to look sadly in Bai Ruyun's direction: "What are you doing here? You almost broke it."
Almost she was able to kill the Yankees and capture Mo Lei alive. It's fine now, a white cloud came out halfway, disrupting the whole game.
The advantage of fewer people is that he can escape smoothly after capturing Mo Lei alive; the advantage of fewer people is that it is more difficult to catch Mo Lei alive.
Bai Ruyun shrank into a ball tremblingly, unable to answer.
She had done a lot of evil, had a history of intrigue, but it was the first time that she faced blood, watching the glazed lamp smashed the living people to death.
The air was quiet for ten seconds.
Bai Shan glanced at his sister and asked Munan: "Next, what do you plan to do? We are short of manpower."
Munan asked: "How long can you stay at sea?"
Bai Shan said: "Two hours-I mean, the people Mo Lei assigns to the sea can be wiped out by my people within two hours."
Munan said: "Enough, completely enough. Xiaowu, help me get the combat uniform."
The ceiling was dark and narrow, and Munan seemed to have eyes, and in less than a minute he armed with all his equipment.
Munan said again: "If I haven't returned within two hours--"
Bai Shan interrupted her: "My elite can help you."
Munan replied: "No, seven Blue Eagle team members, help me cover."
Baishan asked: "Can you do it?"
In the darkness, she was silent for a while, and then replied softly: "I'm sure it will do—if I haven't returned in two hours, before you leave, blow up the ship."
In the darkness, he was silent for a while, chuckled and said, "I am luckier than Gu Yuze after all."
As for how lucky he is, he didn't elaborate. In the darkness, Bai Shan's face was not clearly visible, and no one knew how he was feeling.
Bai Ruyun huddled in a corner blankly, listening to the peaceful tomb-like communication between the two, suddenly feeling a little stunned.
Munan is going to catch Mo Lei, is she alone? Why is Munan's tone so unfamiliar, so unfamiliar, as if he has changed his personality, the cold, decisive, and calm voices are all Munan.
It turns out that everyone is growing.
Munan is no longer the unscrupulous girl eight years ago; the eldest brother is no longer the ruthless brother.
She is the only one, like a worm sleeping in the winter, a cloud that does not want to leave the sky, shrinks in her own world and refuses to move forward.
"Munan--are you, aren't you afraid?" Bai Ruyun said blankly, and suddenly realized that he did not have the qualifications to stay. "If something happens to you, Brother Yuze..."
Before Bai Ruyun finished speaking, the ceiling was suddenly lifted.
The light flashed, and Munan had already jumped down, and there were people rustling around.
Bai Ruyun's tears fell suddenly. In the darkness, Bai Shan held her clothes corner and said, "Follow me, someone outside will answer."
This is the first time Bai Shan has spoken to her in such a gentle tone, gentle and calm, making Bai Ruyun nod subconsciously: "Big Brother-I, I'm sorry..."
Bai Shan chuckled and said softly, "It's okay, if Munan dies - you will lose everything."
In the darkness, his voice sounded like a sharp knife, like a broken ice cold knife mingled in the warm spring breeze, sharply scratching Bai Ruyun's heart.
Bai Ruyun bit her lip and whispered: "Big brother...Since you like her, why not stop her from going to death."
That was the sixth sense of a woman's birth, Bai Ruyun could feel it, this elder brother who had kept her in awe since she was a child, had a strange feeling towards Munan.
auzw.com Baishan said: "Perhaps, after this fox dies, someone needs to pay homage to her grave."
Or maybe, he didn't want to stop her from moving forward, breaking her wings to stretch out.
"There will be nothing wrong with Munan--before I came here, it was already..."
The ceiling was dim, and the voice of white clouds was lightly like falling dust.

The waves of the San Hua Sea were surging, and suddenly there was noise in the harbor.
The number of helicopters took off steadily, and their propellers drifted toward the open sea at sunset like dandelions flying toward the sea.
On a certain helicopter, the glass reflected his stern face, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, and there was an unquenchable cold air around him.
"Report, five nautical miles ahead, the target was found."
"The submarine is ready."
"The report found that the US support team is already fighting."
He looked at the blood-colored sea, clasped his fingers tightly, and pinched blood on his palm...

The top deck of the cruise ship, the rooftop deck.
Only half of the blood-red sun remained red, and the heavens and the earth were a bright sunset, and the eyes were full of dazzling red.
Seagulls are no longer white, the sea that the evening wind blows is no longer calm, the waves are swaying, and the cruise ship is shaking slightly.
Mo Lei picked up the binoculars, his brows stained with anxiety and anxiety. The people he was on the sea had gradually been unable to compete with Baishan's team. If he did not leave this sea area, he would eventually lose his freedom here.
The cruise ship is so huge that the people in Baishan have disappeared without a trace.
Mo Lei only hated that he was too self-confident, and was actually redirected by someone who wanted to.
Haughty and self-respecting people like Baishan, who are vigorous and resolute in the market, are they like people in the army? He is clearly an out-and-out black leader!
Who is it, playing him around behind?
"Turn right away and drive toward the high seas southwest. The Americans are there to meet us." Mo Lei gritted his teeth and ordered his subordinates to divert the course.
With the green hills there, he has no worries about no firewood. He still has important military materials in his hands, so he has no worries about no market.
As soon as the ship turned around, it trembled suddenly, and then a hurried voice came from his ears: "It's not good, the sailor was hit and passed out."
Mo Lei stood up suddenly: "There are also sailors, where are they dead?"
"This-we will send someone to make it up immediately-no, the door of the cab is locked! We can't open it!"
"A bunch of waste!" Mo Lei kicked the delicate wooden table angrily, and a piece of tea overflowed on the table, and a large white mist floated up.
The little third child sat in the cab with his legs triumphantly, and pressed several buttons continuously, the automatic driving mode of the cab was turned on.
He glanced at the bullet-proof steel door: "Hey, the boss is still smart. He beats snakes and seven inches. No matter how awesome Mo Lei is, he can't even drive a boat."
The wheelhouse is the most important thing on a ship. An uncontrolled ship is useless.
He took out the gas mask and put it on leisurely.
Sure enough, the enemy outside the door began to release poisonous smoke after a minute, trying to kill the mess inside.
The little third son once again admired the IQ of his boss, and the person who can be the boss is really extraordinary.
Then, the little third child wearing a gas mask took out a drill, shattered the bulletproof glass of the cab leaning to the sea, and turned over and jumped out of the broken opening.
After a while, the door of the cab was blown open, and a group of masked gunmen in black rushed in.
The cab was empty.
Xiao Sanzi leaned on the magnet, hung firmly on the hidden splint in the bow, shook his head, and pressed the button in his hand.
"Bang~"
It was a firework to commemorate the decisive battle. There was a loud bang in the cab, and smoke slowly emerged...Effortlessly, the little third admired the boss’s intelligence quotient deeply. He was thoughtful and worthy of being blue. The boss of the eagle.
On the deck, when Mo Lei heard his subordinates report the incident in the cab, his old eyes were dizzy, and endless panic spread in his heart.
He suddenly felt like a fish to be slaughtered, struggling to return to the sea, but there are always cunning fishermen throwing nets around him, occupying his living space every inch!
Without the driver's cab, the ship can't get out of this sea. What else is left besides Mo Lei?
Do not!
He is not reconciled!
He still has time, the person hiding in the dark will definitely appear.
When he looked up again, the red sunset covered his pupils with blood. He still has a chance, the opponent's manpower is insufficient, but there are more than a dozen elites beside him!
Head-to-head, two fists are hard to beat four hands, he will definitely be free!
"Bang~"
The bullet passed Mo Lei's ear, and he yelled almost like crazy: "Eight o'clock! Don't disperse, that guy wants to disperse the people around me! I can see clearly this time!"
A dozen men around Mo Lei fired in the direction of 8 o'clock.
"Bang~"
Another bullet came.
"At 12 o'clock!"
Next, the sound of shooting came from seven different places one after another, and Mo Lei seemed crazy, trying to penetrate these seven places.
The banging sound shook the world, some of them were falling down continuously, and there were snorting sounds of flesh and blood piercing in seven directions.
After a long while, Mo Lei suddenly stopped frantically: "Find me a place to hide, that guy is consuming our bullets!"
His eyes were red with a knife pierced, bloodshot spread, and he looked around in horror and calmly, his mind suddenly lost. From the smooth wind at the beginning to the sudden rise of Waterloo, his fate changed so that he was at a loss.
Only then did he realize that his opponent was a cunning and powerful figure.
When Mo Lei was an official in China, he was secretly superstitious. He once looked at a fortune teller to see him.
That Li Banxian's shop was in an inaccessible corner, with a white beard, an old table, and a few thick gossips of vicissitudes.
Li Banxian once said to him: 【Don't be greedy. Otherwise, he will bear a heavy fate. One day, the of death stepped out of the blood, in the sunset, let him lose all freedom. 】
After many years, the words of the fortune-teller became a thorn in his heart, and Mo Lei was bloodied in his nightmare.
Now that the sun was like blood on the sea of ​​Shenghua, the prophecy was a hot soldering iron, which made Mo Lei panic and pain.
"You come out for me! You are not trying to catch me alive, you have a kind to come out for me!"
He looked around, yelling in no direction, and the answer was the howling of the sea breeze.
He knew that time was running out, and the people of Baishan at sea were slowly approaching, and when these people got on the ship, his manpower advantage would be completely lost.
He backed up two steps, and suddenly lifted the gold wire glasses frame with his fingers.
Behind the huge panic was the calmness of death. He was as steady as before and said: "Okay, you come out, and I will go home with you."
The air was quiet.
A clear sound like the sound of the sea in March, with a bit of reckless lightness: "Farewell, soldiers are not tired of fraud."
Mo Lei suddenly turned his head, and an elongated black shadow slowly appeared on the ground at the other end of the deck, behind her was a blood-red sunset that would fall to the sea.
She has a slender figure and a well-proportioned figure in a pitch-black combat uniform.
Her brows were arrogant, and the corners of her mouth held a slight arc of disdain, mixing disdain and evil.
She turned a silver gun flexibly with her fingertips, as if she had just emerged from a shower of blood.
The light in her eyes is similar to her aura, always high and fearless.
She tilted her head, stopped 30 meters away from Mo Lei, leaned on the white pillar next to her, and chuckled:
"Hello, I am Munan-the captain of the Blue Eagle Special Forces."
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[The end of the month]