She was out of breath and ran with Byron to deal with the pursuers behind her, her sore legs almost unable to hold on, and she fell to the ground.

"Come here." Byron's sharp brows furrowed, and with one hand he carried Gatlin, who was notoriously terrifying in recoil, and grabbed Deer Ling under the armpit like a chick, "Hold on." ”

Lu Ling was very self-aware, and knew that all she could do now was to be obedient, hugging Byron's waist and watching him almost arrogantly dodge the guns, his brilliant black hair like the color of the starry sky at night.

He is like a terrifying killing machine, and anyone who tries to get close will be killed.

Army A was simply frightened by his appearance of a god blocking and killing a god, and a Buddha blocking and killing a Buddha, you push me, I push you, and no one dares to take a step forward.

Byron sneered, and in about eight minutes, retreated to the harbor east of the town.

From time to time, the dark and dreary waters lap against the shore, and the sound of "whooshing" water is terrifying.

Byron looked at the rapidly approaching boat on the sea, and removed the liaison in Lu Ling's earlobe: "Drive closer." ”

"Their bombers are coming! If you get any closer, you'll be in the bombing range! ”

"Leave them alone, do you think the imp can dive so far to the ship, just like me?"

In the sky, at some point, three planes with flashing lights appeared, circling towards the harbor.

Although the people in the liaison said that it was dangerous, the boat drove fast, and the hot and delicate body sprang out of the boat nimbly, waving his hand to Byron and Lu Ling: "Hurry up and get on the boat!! ”

Without saying a word, Byron jumped onto the boat with Lu Ling in his pocket, threw her into the cabin and went straight to the corner: "What about my little darling, fuck, I'm going to kill them one by one." ”

"Haha, I didn't bring it this time, are you hungry and thirsty?"

Voluptuous eyebrows, tall figure, brown leather crop top and ultra-shorts, and a pair of knee-high boots on his feet.

The honey-colored skin that has been warmly kissed by the sun exudes a seductive touch all the time, and anyone who sees it has to praise her for being a stunner.

The woman seemed to know Byron, raised her chin and pointed to what he was looking for, turned her head and raised her eyebrows and asked Lu Ling: "Where did you pick up this little thing, I've never seen it before." ”

"Your tastes have changed so quickly, you're not interested in women, and you're in love with young girls?"

"Hey!"

Before she could finish her exclamation, the empty bottle in Byron's hand smashed on her: "Set up a gun, see one and kill one for me." As he spoke, he carried his little baby, a shoulder-mounted bazooka.

Suddenly, the men on the plane locked onto them, and bullets rained down on the boat.

Lu Ling stood at the window of the cabin, and was shot before she had time to dodge.

Before she could cover the bleeding wound, another bullet entered her right chest again, and then pierced her back, bringing out a large patch of blood.

Eliza cursed and dragged her body to her side: "Byron, Byron, this little imp you brought was shot!"

She took out the medical kit with her beautiful hand, stopped the bleeding with hemostats, and then ripped open the clothes from her wound and stitched it up.

Lu Ling's whole face was as white as a piece of paper in pain, her teeth biting her lip stubbornly, and the bright red blood quickly stained the cabin floor beneath her.

Byron stared at the hideous wound on her chest and her painful expression, and ran out with a bazooka on his shoulder, and said to Eliza, "Show me the snipers on the shore, don't let them touch me." ”