"Uncle, they have a family history of illness, and they are not on the blood donation list, you might as well continue to smoke me."

Yuan Lin patted the bed and said, "I see that your friend seems to be about to stop bleeding, so just smoke mine, I'll just eat a few more sugars." ”

The man hesitated for a moment, but time was pressing, and after all, he didn't pursue too much to let people continue to draw blood from Yuan Lin.

Yuan Lin, who had smoked more than a bag of more, was a little dizzy at this time, and he didn't bother to struggle, so he fell directly on the bed, turned sideways to look at Zhou Qiyang, who was worried, and pursed his lips, revealing the cute little dimples on his cheeks, "Brother Yang, don't worry, I'm dizzy now, I'll be fine in a while." ”

Zhou Qiyang and Yin Ze were still being pointed at gunpoint at this time, and acting rashly would only kill them.

Yin Ze looked at Yuan Lin's pale and powerless appearance, and clasped his fingertips a little irritably, quickly thinking about what to do to ensure that the two of them were absolutely safe while tripping the enemy.

Time passed minute by minute, the air was filled with a heavy smell of blood, and after some rescue, the person on the bed barely held his life, but at this moment he fell into a coma, ignorant of anything about the outside world.

Seeing that the situation was stable, the man breathed a sigh of relief, lit another cigarette, and before he could take a puff, the door of the clinic was kicked open vigorously, and before the gun was taken out, he was interrupted by the oncoming sword light, and he could only avoid it dangerously!

Before the people in the clinic could see who it was, they were put down by two team members, one of whom was pierced in the thigh by a long sword, and was lying on the ground in pain!

Mu Jing, who tied his hair into a ponytail, was wearing a long black shirt, revealing a pair of long legs with a golden ratio, standing on the bed where Yuan Lin was lying, and indifferently pointed a gun at the man whose hand had retouched the back of his waist, and said, "Gun, put it down for me." ”

The woman holding the gun to Zhou Qiyang's head said fiercely: "What if I don't let it go!" ”

Bang!

Mu Jing shot the man directly in the leg, and said without looking back: "Don't let go?" ”

Another shot was fired into the head of another man with blood on his hands, killing him with one shot!

At this time, she turned her head sideways, and looked at the woman whose legs were trembling with cold killing intent in her eyes, "Put?" ”

The woman was stunned by these two shots, and threw the gun to the ground without thinking about it!

"I'm sorry! I put it! I put it! Don't kill me! I don't know anything! The captain asked me to do everything! I didn't mean to! I'm sorry! Don't kill me! Please don't kill me! ”

"Shut up."

A command made the woman who was full of fear of her cover her mouth and did her best not to make a sound.

Mu Jing, who had been calculating the time since Zhou Qiyang and them went out, found out that something was wrong when they didn't come back after the time, and came out directly to find someone.

Following the inconspicuous bloodstains, I found the clinic.

If it weren't for some conversation coming from inside, she couldn't have been so sure that the person she was looking for was in there.

Mu Jing glanced down at Yuan Lin, who seemed to be about to fall asleep, and saw the red mark on his arm that was tied out because he was about to draw blood, and snorted: "There is a kind." ”

The man with the injured leg could only stand on one foot, he broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, gritted his teeth and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Mu Jing."

Mu Jing turned back to the man's eyes full of disbelief, and said, "I don't like people to touch my things without permission, so I ......"

"So?"

She looked around, then her gaze fell on the bed behind the man.

"You can't touch him!"