Chapter 573: Mo Zishu Shot 3

Qin Zhao not only wanted Iran Lun to quickly infiltrate and eliminate all the snipers, but also asked his soldiers to go to the dungeon in two ways and one wave of people to rescue the people in the dungeon.

After Iran Lun received the news, all the team members in front of him stood in front of him one by one, and everyone was unscathed.

Iran Lun made another gesture, and although the gesture was different from the gesture just now, the action was almost the same.

The team in front of him quickly split into two smaller teams.

After Iran Lun still distributed the tasks as before, he took one of the teams and began to infiltrate the hall of the Han family.

Qin Zhao looked at Fu Qingyuan again, but he looked away in just a few seconds.

"How about it, have you figured it out, will you sign the agreement or will you watch the people in the dungeon die one by one?" Han Tianhe leisurely stood up from his seat and paced in front of everyone, looking very comfortable.

At this time, Fu Qingyuan also stood up, his slender legs slowly stood in front of Han Tianhe, and the figure that was one head taller than Han Tianhe approached Han Tianhe in the form of absolute suppression.

Han Tianhe took a step back, his face was a little ugly, he couldn't figure out what Fu Qingyuan wanted to do.

"What does Master Fu mean by this?" Han Tianhe's confidence in his heart was a little lacking, and his words were not as fierce as just now.

"I'll talk to you about this agreement." Fu Qingyuan said with a bdifferent expression, his voice was a little cold, and his eyes were as deep as the sea and looked at Han Tianhe condescendingly.

Han Tianhe had to look up at Fu Qingyuan, looking up at the height of the man in front of him, he was pantothenic jealous in his heart, and wanted to destroy all this, but Fu Qingyuan's compelling spirit made him dare to think about it.

"How do you want to discuss?" Han Tianhe finally compromised, he always had a strange feeling, if he didn't open his mouth, he would be planted in Fu Qingyuan's hands.

While Fu Qingyuan was talking to Han Tianhe, Iran Lun had successfully infiltrated the second floor of the Han family hall, and his subordinates began to surround and carpet search for the location of the snipers arranged by Han Tianhe.

Mo Zishu was still looking at the situation in a corner, her black baseball cap pressed against her head to cover her beautiful face, and her deep eyes like an undercurrent drooped to watch the situation on the first floor of the hall.

And Iran Lun was approaching in this direction of Mo Zishu at this time, not because he discovered Mo Zishu's existence, but because the position where Mo Zishu was located was an excellent sniper point.

At that time, when Mo Zishu found this sniper point, he found that no one was sniping here, so he knew that the person Han Tianhe was looking for was not a professional sniper.

Just when Iran Lun was about to approach Mo Zishu, Mo Zishu noticed a hint of abnormality, and his relaxed body instantly became vigilant, and his breathing slowed down and waited for someone to come.

When Iran Lun's face appeared in Mo Zishu's sight, Mo Zishu immediately understood Qin Zhao's plan, Qin Zhao was so unanxious, it turned out that there was an ambush near Han's house.

Iran Lun also discovered Mo Zishu's existence at this time, and attacked Mo Zishu without saying a word.

The fist went straight to Mo Zishu's chest with a surging blade, and Mo Zishu jumped from a height and fell to Iran Lun's back with a little tiptoe.

Then, without a pause, his five fingers turned into sharp claws and buckled towards Iran.

Iran Lun thought that this person was a small man, but he didn't expect that this was a woman, so if it was a woman, he would be even more ruthless.

Thinking about it, Iran's momentum was even more fierce than just now, like the waves rolling in the waves, which were surging and fearless at first glance.

Iran Lun turned around quickly, and with a wave of his arm, he blocked Mo Zishu's attacking arm, and in this way, his other arm was directly buckled on Mo Zishu's arm and dragged towards him.

However, what made Iran Lun suspect that he had happened, no matter how he dragged the woman in front of him to his side, the woman in front of him was like the soles of her feet taking root, firmly in place and unmoved, and he used absolute strength to make this woman shake half a point, the woman was light, and he seemed to be particularly difficult.

The corners of Mo Zishu's lips hidden under the brim of her hat were slightly hooked, and she deliberately let Iran Lun grab her arm.

No longer let Iran Lun be tempted, Mo Zishu moved his toes slightly, and broke free from Iran Lun's shackles with lightning speed, and then his hands fell into fists on Iran Lun's body in all directions.

Iran Lun was wearing a battle armor, which was used to defend against the enemy, but the fists that the woman landed on him, each punch was like a thousand-pound stone, and the pain made him dare not breathe in a big breath, he had to use his arms to block the woman's attack, the woman's punch was not only amazingly powerful, but also made him have no power to resist.

"Bang" Iran Lun received a punch in the face, this punch misplaced the bridge of his nose, and as tears burst out, the woman in front of him raised her leg and swept towards his lower limbs.

Iran Lun was knocked to the ground by a woman, full of grievances and a trace of fear.

Of course, Iran Lun, as a mercenary, how could the leader of the soldiers be directly knocked down like this and couldn't stand up, he supported the ground with one hand, jumped up, and quickly pulled out a dagger from his waist with the other hand and slashed down at the woman in front of him.

Mo Zishu's body was slightly sideways, and the distinct jawline was exposed, pulling the slightly open and bulging collarbone at the neckline, and the shiny dagger slid past the side of her face.

Mo Zishu squatted down with her legs in a strange arc, and her upper body went around the back of Iran Lun's arm in a strange arc, but her lower limbs were still firmly fixed in place.

His hands clasped Iran Lun's arm, and his wrist flip used dexterity to remove Iran Lun's arm.

And Iran Lun didn't even make a muffled snort, like being removed from his arm in the middle of the battle is the most common thing.

Mo Zishu would not just let Iran Lun go, the five fingers were put together, the middle finger was the most prominent, and he stabbed Iran Lun's waist ribs with a sharp blade.

"Hmm." He could hold back the fact that his arm was unloaded just now, but this woman's gentle poke made his painful face distort.

Then, Mo Zishu's hands twisted Iran Lun's upper limbs, drove his legs to move behind Iran Lun, and then raised his hands again, Iran Lun, which was as high as one meter and eight meters high, and weighed more than 170 pounds, was lifted by him.

Iran Lun's eyes were instantly frightened, and even his face couldn't help twitching.

Then, Mo Zishu threw Iran Lun's whole person directly into the hall on the first floor.

Although one arm was removed, Iran Lun reacted quickly and grabbed the edge under the railing with one hand.

This movement instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the hall downstairs.

Mo Zishu walked to Iran Lun, who was hovering on the edge of the railing, staring at Iran Lun, who was looking up at her, with evil eyes, and finally raised the corners of her lips and lifted a faint smile, raised her foot and kicked away Iran Lun's hand.

At the same time, Iran Lun also saw the face under the hat clearly, and his face instantly turned pale and became frightened.

When Iran Lun was about to fall to the ground, the whole person curled up, and when he landed, he rolled on the ground, and the battle armor on his body buffered a lot of gravity.

Fu Qingyuan and the others retreated one after another.

Iran Lun stood up in embarrassment and looked at the figure upstairs.

Not only Iran Lun, but everyone else also looked at the second floor.

"Captain, we've got an opponent." It wasn't long before Iran's headset heard the voices of his teammates.

Iran Lun pondered for a while and said, "Stop, come down." ”

"Who are you?" Han Tianhe looked at Iran Lun who suddenly fell from the sky in horror and the mysterious girl on the second floor.

"Fuck off." Iran's impatient Han Tianhe roared over, and then walked towards Qin Zhao.

Mo Zishu glanced downstairs and walked behind and disappeared.

"Come and assemble." Mo Zishu said to the headset.

Shi Wei and the others, who were still strange, all gathered in the direction of Mo Zishu at this time, and what was strange to them was that the person who was doing it with them suddenly stopped and left?

"Why did that person look so familiar?" Dong Qingyun looked at the corridor on the second floor where the people had disappeared and fell into doubt.

Of course, Shen Jiuci had the same idea as Dong Qingyun.

Still, there were people who recognized who that person was at a glance.

Fu Qingyuan's cold brows furrowed, and he didn't care about explaining to everyone, turned around and ran upstairs.

When everyone didn't know why, Fu Qingyuan had already gone up to the second floor.

"Fu Qingyuan?" Shi Wei and the others, who gathered in the direction of Mo Zishu, met with Fu Qingyuan.

"You go down first." Fu Qingyuan hesitated for a moment, but still said to Shi Wei and the others.

Shi Wei and the others went downstairs without asking anything.

"Sister Wei!" Murong Ling's surprised voice reached Fu Qingyuan's ears, and Fu Qingyuan now just wanted to hurry up to Mo Zishu's side.

At a corner of the corridor, Fu Qingyuan's figure almost passed by, but fortunately he didn't miss the black figure.

"Shushu." Fu Qingyuan's body froze in place, and then slowly walked towards Mo Zishu.

Mo Zishu's thin and slender body leaned against the wall, her hands around her chest, her head drooping slightly, and her baseball cap covering all of her face.

Mo Zishu didn't respond, Fu Qingyuan still hung his head and didn't look at him.

Fu Qingyuan saw Mo Zishu's indifference in his eyes, and there was a slight tingling in his chest, he walked in front of Mo Zishu and reached out to hug Mo Zishu.

The coldness of the body collided with the warmth of the embrace, and Mo Zishu was held in Fu Qingyuan's arms without any struggle.

"I was wrong, Shushu." Fu Qingyuan bent down and whispered in Mo Zishu's ear to admit his mistake, he regretted hiding this matter from his girl when he arrived at the Han family.

"Don't be angry, okay." Fu Qingyuan muttered softly, with a hint of guilt and distress, if he had told her girl earlier, his girl would not have come out of the hospital like this and risked lurking in this Han family hall.