Mo Jiu's emotions were almost out of control, the hand holding the gun trembled, she pressed Mrs. Chang's fingers, and the swarthy muzzle of the gun was aimed at her temple.

The situation is urgent, and if one of the two people loses control of their fingers, they will go off the rails!

Everyone in the hallway was stunned.

Long Qingtian looked at Mo Jiu in shock, and after seeing Mo Jiu lose his temper like this, he suddenly stepped forward, held the hands of the two of them very quickly, and then swung vigorously, aiming the muzzle of the gun at the roof of the hospital, and then ......

Bang!

A gunshot rang out in the hospital.

"Chief!"

Some comrades-in-arms exclaimed, and the situation in front of them was surprising.

The bullet was embedded in the roof, and Mrs. Chang was already stunned, her hideous and twisted cheeks looked a little sluggish, obviously frightened.

And Mo Jiu, biting his lip, looked at Mrs. Chang very calmly.

Long Qingtian was already in a cold sweat, he didn't expect that after honing in the army for so long, the wildness in Mo Jiu's body had not yet been tamed.

But......

Isn't this Mojiu? Tamed, is it still her?

After a long silence, Mrs. Chang suddenly covered her cheeks and squatted on the ground, crying out loud!

Mo Jiu didn't blame Mrs. Chang, she just felt a fire in her chest, so to speak, Mrs. Chang knocked down her muzzle.

Mrs. Chang cried.

Mo Jiu's expression calmed down.

When I looked up again, I saw that at the end of the corridor, a woman in her fifties was standing there, looking in this direction.

The woman's expression was very calm, mixed with a hint of panic.

A soldier sensitively discovered her and immediately asked, and the noble lady immediately spoke: "I am Mrs. Ji." ”

The mother of Miss Ji, who disappeared with Chang Weiyuan, who was dressed in red.

Although the lady looked flustered, she was not as crazy as Mrs. Chang.

Compared with the two, everyone has a haode impression of Mrs. Ji in their minds.

Mo Jiu bit his lip.

She pondered for a moment, then suddenly spoke.

"They probably weren't dead."

"They're not dead."

"They're not dead."

Three voices suddenly sounded, and one voice was melancholy, just stating a possibility, which was Mo Jiu.

A low depression, a little sad because of the sacrifice of his comrades, but at this moment he said it was very certain, it was Long Qingtian.

There was another voice...... Cold, calm, peaceful. Just stating a fact.

This voice is very good, low and hoarse, but not as steady as Long Qingtian, with a hint of nobility.

Mo Jiu looked at the master according to the voice, but saw a man in a suit appear at the end of the corridor.

The man is dressed in a straight black suit, and his thin figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist is particularly well-proportioned and good-looking. He looked particularly solemn and dignified, but what didn't match the suit was a pair of white designer sneakers.

Look at the man's face again, it is a serious, uninhibited, and very serious and cautious face, the facial features are very delicate, and the slightly feminine facial features have become masculine because of the man's caution, so that people have no doubt about his gender.

He was very tall, with his hands in his trouser pockets, he walked in the direction of the two of them step by step, looking at Mo Jiu's eyes, making Mo Jiu feel that he was a living person who had become a work of art in his eyes.

The man looked at Mo Jiu and asked directly, "Weishenme said that?" ”

Mo Jiu was slightly stunned, and then realized that the question was asked and he said that they might still be alive.