"Wait for them, wait for them......" Yasin roared as he stood at the door of the cabin, gun raised, "Bad boys!

The runway distance is **, and if the plane wants to take off normally, it must come up with speed and pull the fuselage up.

The faster the speed, the more bumpy the fuselage becomes.

Feng Hao almost ran towards the plane with White.

"Hurry up, hand ......" James and Yasen, under the cover of heavy machine guns, bent down and took White's hand.

Wind Furry slammed behind him and got White onto the plane, and his gun fell to the ground.

"Boss......" James held out his hand to Feng Hao.

"Bang"

After a muffled sound, in an instant, Feng Hao's chest felt a sharp pain, his heart shrank tightly, and his head seemed to be smashed by a heavy hammer in an instant.

His tall body trembled and slowed down, but his instinct for survival kept him running towards the plane, and he grabbed the necklace and threw it almost with all his might.

When he saw James raise the necklace and wave at him, Feng Hao completely gave up the pursuit.

In the night, the plane was about to reach the extreme distance of pulling up.

Covering his heart, bright red blood flowed down the fingers of Feng Hao, and he looked up at the plane that was getting farther and farther away from him, and suddenly, the corners of his lips grinned like cherry blossoms.

"Shoot!

He roared loudly, and the pain in his chest was so severe that it was difficult for him to breathe, and his pupils began to dilate.

"No...... I'm going to save him......" The injured White's eyes turned red for a moment, and he struggled to jump off the plane, struggling not to shoot James.

If Feng Hao hadn't been trying to save him, how could he have suffered such a catastrophe?

"Let go of me, let go of me......" White screamed excitedly, his arm clasped by Yasen.

"Are you trying to let the chief's hard work go to waste?" James gave White the butt of his gun, knocking him unconscious, "treat his wounds." ”

The plane roared and pulled up, throwing off the gunfire and the wind.

Looking at the vast darkness of the night, James closed his eyes, roared loudly, and fired in the direction of the sound that the wind had just made.

The bullet didn't hit Feng Hao, and he heard voices and footsteps coming from all directions.

Because he had read the map beforehand, he knew that there was a cliff in front of him. He gritted his teeth and ran with all the strength he had left toward the edge of the cliff.

On the steep cliffs, the wind is louder.

Feng Hao couldn't see anything, but realized that if he took a few steps further, he would fall into the abyss.

There were no more gunshots behind him, and it was not surprising that the men were trying to capture him alive. Being caught by these people, the kind of abuse and humiliation Cheng dù is unimaginable.

What's more, it was he who killed Augustine with his own hands!

Feng Hao did not hesitate, and ran towards the cliff in front of him despite the pain.

……

"Wind ......"

……

In the whirring night wind, Feng Hao seemed to hear the sound of summer rain orange.

She stood under the fluttering cherry blossom trees, staring at him affectionately with a pair of watery clear eyes.

Feng Hao tried hard to keep his eyes open wide, looking as hard as he could, wanting to see through this darkness, and then from this darkness, to see his beloved woman.

He really wanted to replay all the time they spent together in this moment.

What would she do if he died?