All the information sank into the sea, Song Xijun couldn't hold his breath for a long time, and he didn't care whether he was exposed or not, and while pacing in the small study, he made countless phone calls.

Song Aimin didn't answer, Xiaoding didn't answer, Tang Bowen didn't answer, Long Yun didn't answer, and Zhang Haoxue was even more thorough, and there was no signal anymore.

"What the hell is going on?" Song Xijun, who had always been calm, also panicked!

Wen Qingshui glanced at the small study in disbelief. The voice was from the man she had been thinking about day and night, and she appeared in the doorway, and she saw the man who had been anxious and had made her think about it day and night.

The irritable Song Xijun, who almost lost his mobile phone, met Wen Qingshui's gaze.

Looking at each other, relieved, incomprehensible, weak-hearted, uneasy, shocked, manic, and fearful, countless emotions hit the two people in waves, making the two of them almost drown in the ocean of emotions.

"Heh-dad-dad-dad-dad-dad-"

It was a lot of babbling that eased the atmosphere. Obviously, this time she was finally sure to say the word "dad". But no one is in the mood to experience this happiness right now.

"Who is going?" Wen Qingshui finally asked this question.

"Song Aimin!"

"Who? how can you let him go, he's still a child!" Wen Qingshui became irritable for a moment, and then she remembered her gaze. In an instant, her eyes widened, and then she began to circle in place with the child in her arms.

"You're saying he's the one who's lost contact now?"

"Don't worry, I've arranged so many people and arranged so much protection, I'll be fine!"

Song Xijun was comforting Wen Qingshui, so wasn't he also comforting himself.

"But, didn't they still lose contact? Wasn't it in your plan to go to that place this time——??

"It's going to be fine! It's going to be fine!" Song Xijun seemed to say only that.

"Alright, calm down!" the old man yelled. "Aimin is also a child of the Song family, and the accident is also for the Song family's business. Calm down, yourselves. If you mess up the square inch first, how can you take on big things in the future!"

The old man's words gave the two people who cared about the chaos a backbone. The scene fell silent. Song Xijun hugged Xiao Duoduo and hugged Wen Qingshui in his arms. The old man paced around the room.

Only Xiao Duoduo's occasional hump occasionally broke the dullness in the room. Seeing her father, Xiao Duoduo was very happy, but as for the troubles of adults, she didn't understand.

——

Song Aimin hid in the corner of the car and shivered. He can only be a cat here now, and he doesn't even dare to show his head. If even a strand of hair floats out of the obscure, the strand will quickly be turned to ashes by a bullet. He couldn't get out, and the person who answered him fell in a pool of blood, I don't know how much.

At this moment, Song Aimin was really scared. He hid there crying like a helpless child. After all, he has always been a well-protected greenhouse flower. Suddenly in the midst of a rain of bullets, I was hoping that someone would come to answer, but I had to watch the people who answered fall in a pool of blood one by one. Such a burden in his heart has long crushed him.

There was a non-stop gunfire in his ears, and a few sporadic gunshots in the distance sounded like a UFO to Song Aimin, and he couldn't make any waves.

At the moment, he was nervous, and all his voices seemed to be amplified. There was a roar, and he didn't know if it was all right at hand or just in his head.

But this time it's real. In the distance, an off-road vehicle in the distance was under the rain of bullets, drawing an S-shaped curve, all the way to crash into the obstacle vehicle lying on the road in front of it, and quickly flew over. The muzzles of several black holes peeked out of the small gaps in the car windows. All the way with bullets out of the boring spots whistling. The walls on both sides of the road were hit by bullets, and in an instant smoke screen filled the air.

At the same time, countless gunshots rang out blindly in the buildings on both sides. Behind every muzzle is a vicious person who wants to nail this car right here. But as soon as the light burst out, it was sniped from nowhere, and it was accurately hit into the head of the gunman hidden behind the muzzle. The machine gun, which had been whistling a second before, suddenly fell silent. But instead of a single splash of blood on the window, the wall of the room where the man was red with blood. One life after another disappeared in an instant.

The car roared, and there were still dozens of meters away from Song Aimin, and the door on one side turned upward.

"Hands!" shouted one of them.

Song Aimin finally noticed that there was a car here to save him. It was a real car, not a fantasy in his head. But he couldn't move. And he didn't know if the gunshots around him were really ringing right now, or if they were just pounding in his head.

Xiao Ding didn't dare to stop, because of Song Aimin's delay, he could only drive the car on top of the car that Song Aimin was hiding in.

Where is this? Is it a battlefield! What is the situation? Life and death! Song Aimin is like a puddle of mud. Xiao Ding was already angry! If he delayed for a second longer, they would all be able to confess here.

"Hurry up if you're not dead, come up, bear ball!" Xiao Ding yelled angrily!

It's still Xiaoding who understands Song Aimin. After all, he was young, and the joy of being rescued and the excitement of being looked down upon really gave him some strength.

He finally reached out and half-knelt to get up. Everyone was in a hurry, and two or three arms were stretched out at the same time, directly pulling him into the car.

Until the car door closed, the car roared away from this place that Song Aimin would never forget, his mind was still full of gunshots, his eyes were still blood-red, and his body was still trembling.

"Pee your pants?" Xiao Ding couldn't help but provoke Song Aimin in order to ease his emotions.

"Nonsense!" it's just that Song Aimin said weakly.

The people who followed Xiao Ding were all his senior brothers, and they were also Long Yun's people. The situation was urgent, and they could understand it. But now I can't help but be a little surprised to see that the little junior brother is still talking to his boss like this.

"Senior brothers, Song Xijun is not as bearish as him!"

"Fuck off!"

Song Aimin and Xiao Ding are about the same age, and after several lives and deaths, Xiao Ding saved him, and the friendship between the two has long been tacitly detached from each other's identities. Of course, Xiao Ding is Long Yun's most proud disciple, and his identity is much higher than Song Aimin.

Here Song Aimin got out of the tiger's mouth, but Tang Bowen over there fell into danger.

The men he sent out had only been gone for ten minutes, and they were in chaos. The floor he was on was silently and quickly surrounded. There are people blocking the stairs. put this place into an enclosed space.

Fortunately, Tang Bowen was also prepared, and the other party pounced. But then the two sides met in a hallway up the next floor. The other party all had silenced pistols in their hands, and dozens of them were holding sticks and table legs, which were useless at all, so they could only hide themselves. Surprisingly difficult to wait for an opportunity to sneak attack.

But how big can two floors be, and how can you defeat the enemy by blindly hiding? Soon they met in all corners.

In one of the corridors, a man wearing black leather gloves walked in with a gun, and someone behind him was covering him. The two people hiding behind the door are the elites of Di Yunlong's training, and they usually cooperate tacitly, but at this moment, they just glanced at each other, and nodded firmly to each other.

As the man with the gun approached the door, a piece of clothing flew out and wrapped the man's pistol. The two muffled guns, one after the other, also reacted quickly, and quickly pulled the trigger. Two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.

It's just a piece of clothing.

It turned out to be just a piece of clothing.

This is the difference between the two sides.

But after a brief pause, another piece of clothing flew out of the room, and then a man rolled and jumped out from behind the door. And the other person, who had already taken advantage of this gap, knocked out the person with the gun with one punch.

The person who came out first rolled and jumped, and the action was done in one go, and the purpose was clear, just to attract the attention of people in the distance. So he just flashed to the doorway on the other side. Duck as far as you can in the doorway.

But how wide could the battlements be? A gunshot rang out in the distance, and the bullet grazed the battlement, leaving a blood groove in the man's belly, and finally struck the opposite wall. Blood was already running down the man's stomach.

The man who came out after him had already grabbed the man with the gun in front of him as a shield, and at the same time grabbed his pistol. Not afraid of the power of four or five guns firing at the same time in the distance, he pulled the target of the living man and continued to push towards the other end of the corridor. Or at the moment, it should be said that it is a corpse target. Because the target who was shot four or five times in the critical part just now, I am afraid that he would have gone to Senluo Hall to report.

Guns will show different strengths in the hands of different people. At this time, although the man only had a gun, the gun in his hand kept jumping, and the man at the end of the corridor had already fallen in a pool of blood, and the people who rushed to support him did not dare to poke their heads out under the suppression of fire.

The man rushed out with force, picked up the pistol that supported the man, quickly withdrew it, threw it back to his companions, lost his shield, and hid in the room. It's only a few tens of seconds before and after. The unknown people upstairs and downstairs hadn't figured out what was going on, and the shootout was over. To those people, it was like someone here had accidentally dropped bottles and cans on the ground.

But for Tang Bowen, although it was a short ten minutes, he was anxious. After all, there are too many differences in the weapons configuration of the two sides, and their people have no ability to come out of hiding. I can only see that the other party's encirclement is getting smaller and smaller.

When Long Yun arrived, Tang Bowen's men were preparing to give it a go with two guns. Because the situation has reached the point where it is impossible to fight. They now only have one corridor left to hold onto. If you don't fight, you can only wait for death. But Bo, I'm afraid, is the heroic point of death.

"The weapons haven't arrived yet, but we've reached the point where we're fighting on our backs. ”

Tang Bowen was half-lying in a wheelchair, and these encouraging words really had no power. Fortunately, these people don't need him to do any mobilization.