But after Gao Yiwen heard this, she just looked at him for a moment, her eyes were like a dark pool, so that people couldn't see any emotion, let alone guess what she was thinking.

Zhao Song's least favorite thing is such a woman, not only is it terrible when she starts a fire, but it is also so terrible when she doesn't get angry

Just when Zhao Song was furious by her, Gao Yiwen's voice finally sounded.

"Can you swear that's what you think in your heart?"

Gao Yiwen was still staring at him without blinking, her voice was not high, but it was so cold that there was no trace of temperature, and it felt very uncomfortable to listen to it.

"I can, I swear what I just said is true, there is no half a lie" Zhao Song couldn't bear her gaze, so he had to swear in a fake way.

Anyway, he often does such things, and making an oath is really nothing to him.

"Okay, then I'll let you go now" Gao Yiwen did what she said, and immediately untied the rope that bound Zhao Song.

"Then you go back, find the helicopter, and drive it over to pick everyone up."

When the words fell, Gao Yiwen did not forget to point to his forehead and solemnly admonished: "Remember you swore just now, if you dare to betray everyone again, I guarantee that you will die an ugly death."

Gao Yiwen's words were full of threat, accompanied by the cool night breeze, which suddenly made Zhao Song's scalp numb, and he couldn't move for a while.

"Why are you still holding the pestle and not leaving, haven't you always wanted to leave" Seeing that he didn't move, Gao Yiwen raised her eyebrows and stared at him.

"You just let me go, aren't you afraid that I won't look back" After Zhao Song asked this, he wanted to pump himself

What kind of stupid question is he asking, if Gao Yiwen really took it seriously and detained him again, he had to follow her to fight bloodily, then he really wanted to cry and cried

"Don't be afraid" Gao Yiwen smiled, the corners of her mouth pulled up an exaggerated amplitude, and then her hands clenched into fists, pinching and kneading fiercely.

"You swore just now, if you dare to lie to me, then the next time I do it to you, I won't have to be soft"

Zhao Song shuddered violently, although Gao Yiwen was just talking, he already felt her hands destroying

The horror of crippled him.

After Zhao Song left, Gao Yiwen continued to walk forward, and when she reached the corner, she leaned over the ground and used her ears to listen to which direction the movement came from.

In this way, she went all the way to the most terrible place in the whole Wuding Gate, from where a few gunshots could be faintly heard, but more often than not, there were all kinds of heart-rending shouts.

The further she went, the more Gao Yiwen could hear these sounds, and along the way, in the pile of people lying on the ground, the people who had not died were moaning in pain.

These sounds were like the most chilling wind in the cold winter, the most biting cold, so cold that her teeth chattered, and the cold hurt like a tear on her leg, and she was almost unable to walk

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out in the crowd and grabbed her trouser legs, Gao Yiwen was shocked, looked down, and saw a familiar face.

"Director Zhao" was lying on the ground, and the person with blood on his face was not her former leader Zhao Youcheng

Gao Yiwen subconsciously squatted down to help him up, and Zhao Youcheng grabbed Gao Yiwen's hand and begged in pain.

"Save me, Yiwen, I really regret it, why didn't you listen to your advice and rashly bring people in to fight these terrorists to save me, I don't want to die"

Zhao Youcheng's voice full of remorse became weaker and weaker, as if a gust of wind would blow his voice away.

Gao Yiwen noticed a bowl-sized wound on his chest, and his clothes were stained with blood, and the wound was still bleeding outward

Gao Yiwen didn't want to look anymore, and quickly turned her eyes away, and after Zhao Youcheng said a few more words, there was no more sound.

"Director Zhao, Director Zhao" Gao Yiwen called out his name nervously, one voice became more and more urgent, and she heard her voice becoming more and more flustered.

Although this person is very annoying, self-righteous and selfish, this disaster is his own fault, but when he saw that he was about to die, Gao Yiwen was so uncomfortable that he couldn't help himself.

She wanted him to come back to life and not die like that.

But Zhao Youcheng's eyes were closed for a long time, and he never opened them again, as if he had gone to another world, and he could no longer hear any sound here.

Yiwen stretched out her hand and gently probed the tip of his nose, but he was no longer breathing

He didn't want to die so much, until the last moment of his life, he still said words of remorse, and hoped that she could save him.

But she couldn't, she couldn't do anything but watch him die

Gao Yiwen was so uncomfortable for a while, her nose was sore, and tears poured out of her eyes. She cried loudly, as if she wanted to cry out all the sorrow in her heart.

But why is she so sad because of Zhao Youcheng's death, although this person was her former leader, he scolded her in public and fired her in public

No matter how you say it, he is not a good person, but now she is so uncomfortable for such a person who is not a good person, crying all over the world, what is it for

It wasn't until a long time later that she figured out the truth, maybe she was not only crying Zhao Youcheng, but also all the colleagues who died in this incident.

They don't deserve to die, but they're all dead, and the world is not fair, very unfair

Gao Yiwen didn't know how long she had been crying, until her other hand grabbed the corner of her clothes, which brought back her consciousness.

There are still people who are not dead Gao Yiwen was surprised and happy in her heart, and quickly wiped the tears from her face, and looked at the blood-stained hand that grabbed the corner of her clothes, she saw a familiar face again, and her heart moved.

"Song Wu, Song Wu, you're not dead yet" Gao Yiwen quickly turned around and crawled over, pulling him out of the pile of dead people.

"Tell me where you hurt," Gao Yiwen asked, looking Song Wu up and down.

She was very afraid, very afraid that he would be like Zhao Youcheng, who was injured in the most fatal place, and now it was the last moment of his life.

Fortunately, although Song Wu's body was covered with blood, he was not hurt by any fatal injuries, and he got up behind him with her hand, and laughed at her while pressing his head with a faint pain.

"Gao Yiwen, how much do you want me to die, my dignified police station sharpshooter, can he be killed so easily?"

She really underestimated him, he didn't hurt much, except for a little pain in his head because of the concussion, all the injuries on his body were not worth mentioning.