Chapter 1744: Fight for the last time (6)

The height of the helicopter rises slowly as the red number decreases.
Feng Feng pressed his hands against the window, watching the people fighting in the dark.
"Laser pen," Feng Feng said, reaching back.
Qiao Yaruan didn't know what he was going to do, but he quickly took out the laser pointer.
"Find a way closest to the beach." He said this to Shi Xiayang.
At this moment, the teacher Xia Yang had just set up Shui'anluo. When he heard the wind, he went to the window and looked outside, his eyes swept through all directions, and then he pointed his fingers outside. "
"time."
"One minute." They don't have too much nonsense, because every extra word is a waste of time.
"Shoot on Bai Yehan." Feng Feng said, reaching out to open the laser pointer, making a cut in the bulletproof glass, and then pointing at the road.
Shi Xia Yang raised his gun but did not fire immediately. "Fifteen meters, not a safe distance."
Qiao Yaruan sat on the stool and reached out to help the collapsed Shui Anluo, watching Feng Feng's back.
He stood straight, with one hand still pressing on the glass, but the other hand kept illuminating the line back and forth, just to help Chu Muyi find a way to live.
"One minute and five seconds," Feng Feng said, squinting his eyes. "Four, help the child, three--"
Feng Feng spit out the numbers one by one, Qiao Yaruan squatted directly on the ground, and placed the two children inside Shui Anluo's side.
"two--"
Qiao Yaruan looked up and pressed a child with one hand, and the sweat beads on his forehead dropped drop by drop. Once the helicopter could not reach a safe height, the helicopter was likely to be rushed out of control by a bomb.
But if you don't set aside a minute, Chu Cuiyi will have no way to live.
She knows, she knows--
"One--"
Feng Feng said, the black shirt was already on his back.
As time passed, Qiao Yaruan pressed his forehead against Shui'anluo, kneeling on the ground to protect the three of them.
"You are a dragon, so we won't die, right?" Qiao Yaruan whispered, but the blue veins on the back of his hands became clearer.
Shi Xia Yang always kept shooting at any time, and ordered his men to protect the businessmen.
"shot--"
Feng Feng suddenly spoke, his voice dropped, and the sound of the gun rang immediately. The figure below was not real. The red signal in Feng Feng's hand kept walking back and forth along that road.
At the last minute, the sweat beads on the forehead fell down.
But below, the two figures are always entangled, and Bai Yehan is not so easy to be thrown away.
"Shot, stop his way!" Feng Feng cried loudly and calmly, watching Bai Yehan's entanglement with Chu Muyi's wings, a heart almost stopped beating.
The sound of gunfire kept ringing, and each shot was fighting for the final time for Chu Cuiyi.
Qiao Yaruan still pressed the two children with his hands, his forehead was against Shui Anluo's body, and his heart counted down silently.
"Your husband is evil, and there must be nothing wrong." Qiao Yaruan whispered, but couldn't stop the tension that brought the time to her.
"Little baby and Xiaodoubao are still waiting for you to go back." Qiao Yaruan didn't know if this was for her or to comfort herself.
"boom--"
The loud noise was accompanied by the violent shaking of the helicopter at the same time. Above the sky, there was a red and dazzling flare--