Everyone had a little panic, you must know that now the sister-in-law is in danger!

It can make the fruit send a distress signal, which has proven some guesses!

How can the captain be 'indifferent'!

But they didn't know how much their captain's heart hurt the moment he heard it.

His wife is in danger!

That's his wife!

He knows what his teammates are worried about, he just can't!

Mo Yanjue is right, he shouldn't have been, he just shouldn't have put on this military uniform. Once you put on the uniform, you can't do whatever you want.

He has his tasks.

Ink smoke is by no means a dangerous element and must be brought under control as soon as possible.

Bai Senya is the target of their mission, and safety must be guaranteed.

That's all about their mission, and the rest, nothing else.

Uniformly, irlevantly.

Fang Yabo jerked straight from his feet and ran directly to the ward where Mo Yanjie was.

What the hell is this man trying to do!

"Whale, replace the hospital surveillance for me for a minute!"

"Yes!"

Fang Yabo's gaze was fierce as it had never been.

"Ink smoke!" These three words are almost gritted teeth and spoken from between the teeth.

Fang Yabo has always regarded Mo Yanjue as an opponent because he feels that he deserves to be his opponent. At least in his opinion, Mo Yan is definitely arrogant, at least he will not do it secretly.

He'd been dealing with him for years, so he knew a little bit about him.

So he believed that Moyan would never do such a villainous thing!

But now?

Fang Yabo kicked the door open, and his movements were very rude.

If Huang Jing and others saw it, they would only be a little surprised, and they would not be too shocked.

Because this kind of thinness is the real thinness.

As a soldier, it is inevitable to fight, and it is also inevitable to live with a group of big men.

It is impossible to be a soldier with few ruffians.

The nurses who helped change the dressing for the wound on Mo Yanjue's body in the ward were all startled, their hands trembled, and they almost fell to the ground.

Mo Yanjie raised his eyes, and when he saw the killing intent and hatred in Fang Yabo's eyes that could not be concealed, his brows tightened.

"What the hell do you want to do!"

Fang Yabo directly and rudely pushed away the nurse who was blocking his way, and stretched out his hand to choke Mo Yanjue's neck.

"What happened?"

Even if Fang Yabo was choked by his neck, and his pale cheeks were flushed, Mo Yan never had a trace of panic.

Aristocratic etiquette allows Mo Yanjue to maintain elegant manners anytime and anywhere, and has a good etiquette.

Fang Yabo stared at Mo Yan for three or four seconds before shaking off his hand.

"Lan Ember was ambushed, my people were all killed, ink smoke, your people are really blatant enough!" Fang Yabo glanced coldly at the nurse on the side, and there was no trace of politeness and pity in his words, "Get out!" ”

Seeing that the situation had obviously changed, the nurse dared not say a word, so she hurriedly left and went out to find the doctor and the security guard.

"There's no way I'm going to do anything to her." Hearing this, the ink smoke was absolutely clear. Sure enough, something happened to Moran Ash, otherwise, Fang Yabo would not be angry like this.

It's just, how could something happen to Moran Ash?

He had already given orders to his men not to allow Moran Ember to be touched in the slightest.

The organization has always been disciplined, and if you say that you are not allowed to do it, no one will do it.

Could it be that the organization sends someone else?

Mo Yan's face straightened, and the golden eyes of the alien exuded a dangerous light.