"President, are you alright?" Origa hurried to the president, shielding him with his body.

"It's okay, Origa, if you insist on it, I've already called for help. The president said with difficulty, cold sweat running down his head.

Origa nodded heavily, another bodyguard was hit, I'm afraid it won't last two minutes, and there are only three people left on his side plus the president.

"President, get back in the car. Origa said as she prepared to put the president in the car.

"Oh no, close the door!" the president shouted, hurriedly closing the door, and he and Origa rolled to the side.

Immediately after this, the president's car "boomed" and shook a few times, it turned out to be a bazooka, and the president chose to close the door immediately, because if the door was open, the children in the car were likely to be in danger.

When Jiang Lingyun saw this, he strengthened his favor for the black president a little.

"President, get back into the building there, I'll cover you!" said another bodyguard in a heavy voice, now here, sure to die.

"But, the kid—" The president glanced at the child in the car.

"President, that kid kept her in the car, and if she took him, everyone would die. The bodyguard said heavily.

"President, without further ado, we'll evacuate immediately!" Origa said.

Helplessly, the poor black president, under the cover of the only two remaining bodyguards, endured great pain, supported his feet, and withdrew to a building not far away.

"Bang!" Another shot, and the head of the bodyguard was directly opened.

"President, hurry!" Origa, with two guns in both hands, rang out, covering the president's evacuation to a building not far away.

Seeing this, Jiang Lingyun couldn't help but smile bitterly, your uncle, why did you evacuate to me, aren't you trying to kill Lao Tzu.

The black president rolled and rolled in, and Origa rolled in, only at this moment he had been shot in his body, and bright red blood slowly flowed out.

"Who are you?" Origa vigilantly pointed the gun at a yellow-skinned man inside, and the yellow-skinned man who was lying down and was also shot was Jiang Lingyun.

"Well, don't get excited, I'm just passing by. Jiang Lingyun smiled helplessly.

Origa nodded, and then put down the gun.

"I'm sorry, innocent Oriental!" At this time, the pale-faced black president said with an embarrassed expression towards Jiang Lingyun.

Jiang Lingyun sighed, didn't speak, and looked outside again. Now that his side has been surrounded, if he continues like this, he will definitely die.

"Boom!" There was a violent sound, and the president's car shook a few times again, and then a few times, and the president's car directly turned over and was scrapped.

"Bastards, these bastards, they don't even spare a child!" the president clenched his fist in anger and slammed it against the wall.

Jiang Lingyun glanced at the overturned car and sighed, a young life was taken away in an instant.

"Your Excellency, when will the rescue arrive?" Jiang Lingyun asked.

"It's about five minutes. The president said.

"It's too late!" Jiang Lingyun looked outside, at this moment, the FAN government forces had already walked out openly, scattered outside the building to form an encirclement, and a steady stream of bullets were fired, as long as they approached, then they would definitely die.

"Lend me that thing. Jiang Lingyun glanced at the dagger on Origa's body and said.

"What are you going to do?" asked Origa, stunned.

"If we continue like this, we will surely die, and I will go out and give me that. Jiang Lingyun said and stretched out his hand.

Origa was stunned, the person in front of him didn't say anything crazy, there were at least ten militants outside, but he was going out, didn't he obviously want to die.

"Orica, give it to him!" At this moment, the black president on the side said, and the black president looked at Jiang Lingyun's eyes, and inexplicably developed a kind of trust.

Origa took out the dagger and put it in Jiang Lingyun's hand, it was a dagger that was bright and bright, very sharp.

"Friend, be careful, my name is Vaudera, no matter what, you will be my friend Vaudera. The black president said sincerely to Jiang Lingyun.

Jiang Lingyun looked at the black president, nodded, and said lightly: "Jiang Lingyun!"

"Attention, two snipers in the direction of six o'clock, twelve o'clock, machine gunners in the eastern position. After Jiang Lingyun finished speaking lightly, he rushed out of the door quickly, rolled over, and rolled out on the ground.

A row of bullets "swished" to the ground, and a trace was made along Jiang Lingyun's trajectory, Jiang Lingyun pounced forward and rolled and hid behind a security guard box, and hidden.

Origa looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, this oriental's skill is simply faster than a bullet, and even the bullet didn't sweep him, what kind of skill is this.

Origa hurriedly took off the submachine gun on his back, the hit rate of the submachine gun was too low, so Origa usually wouldn't use it, but now it was better to cover Jiang Lingyun.

I saw Jiang Lingyun leap forward violently, and threw a dagger out, the dagger was like a bolt of lightning, leaving an afterimage in the air.

"Ahh

"Click!"

Origa began to cover Jiang Lingyun, and began to attack fiercely in the direction of the sniper, so that the sniper did not dare to show his face for a while, and at this moment, Jiang Lingyun quickly braved the bullets, crossed the blank ground with his waist down, quickly dodged, and dodged the bullets several times in succession, and came to the side of the militant who had been stabbed with his dagger.

If Jiang Lingyun used mana at this time, then it could be said that these people from the Fan government in front of him would fall in an instant, but he didn't use mana, he didn't want to become like demonic power in front of ordinary people.

Jiang Lingyun squatted down and pulled out the dagger. Blood poured out from the mouth of the erect neck, forming a jet of blood, and Jiang Lingyun's stomach was sick to his stomach, and he almost vomited.

After carefully observing the surrounding situation, the most difficult thing to solve now is two snipers, as well as six militants armed with pistols and machine guns, and one militant armed with bazookas.

Jiang Lingyun picked up a stone, looked outside, and threw it into the air. "Click" The dense sound of bullets hit the stone thrown by Jiang Lingyun.

And at this moment, Jiang Lingyun moved, as fast as lightning, the speed of a cheetah, a high leap, a beautiful front flip in the air, landed in front of the militants, and then another one fell to the ground, raising the dagger.

The sound of the dagger cutting the throat sounded with blood, and two militants fell in a row, and then Jiang Lingyun stabbed another dagger in the heart of the third militant, and the militant fell directly with a dull sound, and at this moment, Jiang Lingyun hurriedly dodged, flashed behind the militant who was about to fall, and framed his body.

"Dada!" all the bullets came over, but they hit the already dead militant, and he became Jiang Lingyun's human shield.