Chapter 557: take good care of her

Chapter 557 Take good care of her

"are you OK?"

He seems calm and collected.

The elusive Song Moting appeared in front of them.

quietly.

She nodded.

“Let’s go!”

He said, holding her arm and leading her towards the door.

Jiang Xiaoxiao stretched out his hand and squeezed the chubby hand tightly.

Song Moting picked up the little boy and said, "Hold me tight, close your eyes, I'll be fine soon."

There was a hint of gentleness in his voice, and Jiang Xiaoxiao knew that it was Song Moting thinking of glutinous rice balls.

The boy closed his eyes and leaned tightly into Song Moting's arms.

Hands tightly clutched the clothes on Song Moting's chest.

When he was on a mission, Song Moting's senses became more acute, and the peace in his heart radiated outward.

The more intense the task, the calmer he becomes, as if time slows down into slow motion.

At this time, he can see and hear every detail, analyze and predict the results in his mind, and then make a decision and act.

Everything was done in a fraction of a second, but it felt like it took minutes.

　　 all come to mind.

Adrenaline was flooding through his body, and he could feel the blood coursing through his veins, but his mind remained calm and detached.

He had been told that at these moments his face was frighteningly calm and utterly expressionless.

They were in almost complete darkness, and the only window was covered with heavy curtains, blocking most of the light.

Song Moting didn't even open the curtains, finally able to cover their whereabouts.

However, Jiang Xiaoxiao knew that it was night, and the noise of patrolling guards outside was slowly decreasing.

She didn't know where it was under her window sill.

But he didn’t feel panicked at all. Song Moting had been in and out several times. If anyone had noticed, they should have noticed it long ago.

This is not something she should worry about.

Finally there seemed to be some noise coming from the direction of the hall.

Many people are heading in that direction.

Time ticked by, one second, two seconds, and then he carefully held hers with his gloved hand.

His hand was much larger than hers, and she felt its size and its heat wrapped around her cold fingers. Realizing the strength of his will, he squeezed her gently and then let go.

“We have two minutes to get out of here,” he whispered. "Follow my orders."

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't know if she could do it, but the close connection and tacit understanding between the two encouraged her.

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded and stood up, her legs trembling.

She forced herself to stand still, brushed the hair from her face,

"I'm ready."

As soon as she took two steps, she heard a burst of gunshots piercing the silence of the night, coming from below them.

In the blink of an eye, he had quietly and quickly turned away from her.

Opening a window, the window was not covered by curtains, so when he looked at her, she could see half of his face hidden in the darkness, and the other half illuminated by the dim light were his high, clear cheekbones. Bones, a square and strong chin, and lips as chiseled as a Greek statue.

“Look at me,” he instructed, “look at my gestures.”

He explained to her the basic hand gestures, a fist raised high for "stop," and an open hand for just "pause."

There are also gestures for moving forward and hiding.

The good thing is that they don’t have to go far.

"We have to go out through this window," he said in a low voice. "There is a height of five meters from the window to the ground, and there is no place to lean on. I will take you down. When you jump to the ground, leave the brightly lit place and wait." In the shadow of the building, try to reduce your stature, understand?”

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded, she whispered, stood up and walked through the window.

Then the whole person flew into the air.

She wanted to lean on him, but she was worried that she would hinder his movements.

Her life... and his... depended entirely on his expertise.

She can't help, but at least she can stay out of the way.

Suddenly a guard appeared in front of them. He was obviously stunned when he saw them, then shouted, and without thinking, he reached out and drew his gun.

Song Moting took action almost before the guards saw them.

While he put the child in his arms into Jiang Xiaoxiao's arms and pushed her against the wall, he got down on one knee to pull out the gun on his ankle.

The guard panicked and fired too early, and the bullet shot into the concrete three meters in front of him.

Song Moting raised his hand calmly.

Jiang Xiaoxiao had no expression on his face when he saw him shooting.

His first shot hit the guard's chest, but he shot another shot between the eyebrows.

The guard fell.

Song Moting grabbed Jiang Xiaoxiao's hand and pulled her to stand up.

Screams sounded in the distance, and rapid footsteps ran towards them.

"quick!"

He pushed her towards the exit on the left.

He protected her and the child and ran into the underground garage.

Mu Chen hugged Mu Shaocheng, "Dad! Dad!"

“Respiratory failure, dad is dying. Brother…”

Mu Chen panicked and tested Mu Shaocheng's breathing. He was gradually weakening, and his whole body was dying at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.

Mufeng stood up and pulled out the weapon from his waist.

“Brother, Jiang Xiaoxiao cannot die, he must be captured.”

Mufeng ran out of the room without hearing anything.

He ran towards the stairs at the end of the corridor, but instead of going down the stairs, he climbed over the railing and jumped directly to the stairwell platform on the next floor, and rushed into Ziluo's room.

Ziluo looked at her elder brother with a pale face, breathing rapidly, and the oxygen mask formed a layer of mist under her rapid breathing.

Ziluo fell ill again.

Mu Feng picked up Zi Luo as carefully as a treasure.

“Big...brother!”

“Brother will take you to see a doctor.”

Mu Feng picked up Zi Luo.

This time he arrived at the first floor.

The gunfire seemed to come from directly below and to the right, near the back garden.

There was the bottom of Jiang Xiao's small room, just as they expected.

The garden was almost full of people, and the security personnel tried in vain to find Song Moting's shadow.

But when they saw Mu Feng holding Zi Luo in his arms, they all stopped automatically.

“Go find it! At any cost.”

Mu Feng shouted.

Looking at all the guards turning around and rushing into the night.

Mufeng slowed down and thought.

Song Moting will try to obtain transportation instead of escaping on foot, but the vehicles are parked in a guarded outdoor parking lot. The underground parking lot of the villa is Mu Shaocheng's favorite.

The most dangerous place is the safest place.

Hurry towards the garage area.

Emergency lights illuminated the entire villa, which was crowded with armed guards.

The dark garage was silent as he moved among the long rows of cars and jeeps.

"are you here?"

He asked softly.

Zi Luo trembled slightly, and her face became even paler.

"exist."

Mu Feng suddenly turned around and saw Song Moting coming out of the darkness, followed by a woman holding a child.

“Come on, I leave my sister to you, cure her, and I will fulfill my promise.”

He whispered, took out a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket and threw them to Song Moting.

Song Moting let go of Jiang Xiaoxiao and caught the key with his left hand.