Chapter 7: Death
The Broken Army ran forward desperately, completely oblivious to the pain in his body, and the hand holding the pistol was trembling slightly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
The demonic youth chased after him with a large group of men, shouting.
"Stop! Hold it! ”
The broken army fled for about a distance, came to a high ground, plopped, fell to the ground, a sore leg came from the leg, looking at the pursuers who were getting closer and closer, a trace of despair suddenly rose in the bottom of his heart.
After a struggle in his heart, Po Jun took off the luminous watch in his left hand and put it in his backpack, because there is a special positioning system in the watch, and the family will find it, and threw it out of the high ground with the last strength of his body, watching the backpack disappear into the lonely night, Po Jun breathed a long sigh of relief, and the task finally did not fail.
The chasing people were getting closer and closer, and the eyes of the broken army were surprisingly calm, as if a drop of water had fallen into the sea without a trace of ripples.
As an agent, he has a strong self-esteem that is rare for ordinary people, and he will never be a prisoner, so he raised the gun in his hand and put it at his temple!
At this moment of life and death, the memory fragments of the past are replayed in my mind like a movie, and I was born and died with my best brother Scorpio, of course, what I still remember is the story of meeting and falling in love with that girl!
With the other hand, he tore off the topaz pendant from his neck, looking at the clear bullet indentation, his eyes seemed to return to the day of the first encounter, and at the same time he whispered softly.
"I will definitely protect you in the next life! Never let yourself get hurt again! ”
"I love you!" A heavy and suppressed voice comes from the bottom of my heart!
"Bang!"
Without the slightest hesitation, the index finger pulled the trigger slightly, and the sound of the brain nerve rupture reached the eardrum, and the next second, Pojun slowly fell.
Imperceptibly, tears slowly slipped out of the depths of his eyes and dripped down his face!
A hero of the Huaxia Kingdom,! Killed!
At the same time, the demonic man behind him was about to approach the broken army with a large number of people, and suddenly heard a gunshot.
"Oops!" The strange man stopped and exclaimed.
On the deserted high ground, no one noticed that the jade pendant in the palm of Po Jun's hand moved, lit up with a yellowish light in the dark and dreary night, and slowly rose above the corpse of Po Jun, turning three hundred and sixty degrees without dead ends! Turning! Turning!
Then an amazing scene happened, and the jade pendant gradually disappeared, including the corpse of the broken army, as if nothing had ever happened.
At the same time, a surprising scene also happened in this place.
In 3000 A.D., Lizhou Chenfuzhong.
"Raw?" Outside the door, a gorgeously dressed, high-eyebrowed, heroic man paced back and forth, his forehead was anxiously overflowing with layers of sweat, and asked a female doctor who walked out of the door.
The woman leaned slightly and said happily: "Congratulations to the lord of the house, it's a boy!" ”
"Thank you, doctor!" The man couldn't hide his excitement and thanked him.
"Babble! Babbling ......"
The man rushed into the room, saw the boy in his arms crying, and couldn't help but ask his wife lying on the bed, "Yanan, why is the child crying so much?" ”
"I don't know, the doctor just said it's not a big deal, don't worry!" The beautiful and dignified and virtuous Youya man was lying on the bed, his voice was weak, and his eyes showed a trace of concern.
"Husband, you can name the child!" Yu Ya Nan continued in a low voice.
"I see that he has the temperament of a soldier, so let's call him Chenjun!" The blue-faced man's words are like electricity.
"Hmm!"
"You're still weak, take a good rest." The young man kissed him lightly on the forehead, then said a few words to his subordinates, turned and exited the room.