Wen Yi's face was pale as she watched the crowd swarm out, and the most ridiculous and deepest fear rose in her heart!

What the kid said was true! His iron mouth really became a reality.

Wen Yi kept trembling by the door, trying to escape with the people, but she couldn't take a step. Her hands and feet were cold, and she kept thinking, "Fortunately, fortunately, I hid on the side." Otherwise, if you are in a daze with your back to the door, you will be the first to be trampled on after being pushed down.

Thinking of this, she shivered again, realized that someone was being trampled on, and let out a heart-rending cry of helplessness.

The blood receded more from Wen Yi's face, and she knew that she should take advantage of the chaos to escape, she was not swept into the crowd, and the chance of escaping was greater than anyone else. But deep down, there was a sense of morality that prevented her from escaping, and she always felt that she should do something, that she had to do something, in order to soothe this strong feeling.

Whether it is a hero or a bear, the change of mentality is actually only a moment for some people.

Some people have always been ordinary, like Wen Yi, who has nothing else to offer, just beautiful and beautiful, and can smile and look very natural. So after a year and two months of welcome reception, she was just a welcome reception, not only did she not learn to pull people to set up business, sold some very immoral cards with a large number of unknown businesses, and sometimes even counted the wrong money.

But some people, deep in their hearts, have always had heroic feelings that they don't know what to do, and like Wen Yi, she can ignore Yang Zhonghua's forced manpower to give Yang Jia the sunshine, and she can boldly stand in front of Wolf to block its anger, she has a heroic heart that she has always ignored!

Although still flustered and full of fear, Wen Yi had already quickly taken off her high heels, pulled a tight short skirt to her thighs, and quickly bent down to try to push away the crowd and get closer to the poor man who was being trampled.

"Let it go, let it go, let it, you...... You...... Jerk! Get out of here!Hey, reach for me!Yes, I'm here, hand out to me, quick!"

One meter sixty-two, which is not short among women, but compared to the crowd that swarms, Wen Yi's body is indescribably petite. She was desperately trying to break through the crowd, trying to save the man. She didn't even think much of anything else, she just wanted to drag him out as quickly as possible. It was a middle-aged man, very fat, his right leg was strangely twisted, he had been trampled on, and his entire left arm was dripping with blood, and he didn't know how many times he had been stepped on.

"I've got you!" Wen Yi said, dragging his fat and heavy body back with great difficulty.

Dragged to the side, she turned back again, this time trying to rescue an old lady.

After living for twenty-two years, Wen Yi never thought that he would bravely rush over to save people, including now. Many people were rushing into her, and at the same time, it was inevitable that she was stepped on, the stockings were torn into rotten fishing nets, the neat suit became a rag, and the left side of her face was violently pushed by someone with her knee, and half of her face was swollen and looked embarrassed.

"Old man, old man, hey, damn old woman! I'm calling you! Look this way! yes, this way, hand over here! Grab me. In a hurry, half of Wen Yi's face was burning and aching, and her tone became very bad.

What she didn't know was that although she looked extremely embarrassed, she exuded amazing beauty! The hidden heroic heart in the depths of her heart was given an opportunity, and it was exuding an incomparably strong brilliance, and the brave woman was more beautiful than beautiful, more moving than moving——

Yang Zhonghua has been looking out through the scope, Yang Jia quietly shrunk his head and listened to the song beside him, his little hand that was so white that it was close to transparent and could see the cyan blood vessels was beating lightly. Every time Yang Zhonghua looks down with one free eye, he can always see the top of Yang Jia's snow-white head. This made him feel at peace and a sense of satisfaction in being warmly embraced. ...,

Yang Jia has always been so quiet and well-behaved, he has been sick since he was a child, he is much more obedient than other children, and it also makes people feel a lot more distressed. He has always been Yang Zhonghua's favorite little baby, and he can give everything for him.

Yang Zhonghua's eyes retracted, smiled, and said in his heart: Son, look at Dad's awesomeness!

Yes, every father is a hero in the hearts of his children, and he will not change until death. And Yang Zhonghua is a hero among heroes!

Through the scope, he saw many people coming in and out of the silver mile gate. There are a lot of people on the street, people come and go, people are crowded, all kinds of vehicles pass by like water, emitting a large amount of exhaust gas. The glass cigarette cabinets of small cigarette vendors, freezers selling ice cream or mobile vending carts are colorful, and the voices of people and cars are mixed together, as well as the strong reflection of the glass on the opposite wall, forming a situation that is very unfavorable for observation and judgment.

In the scope, the girl named Wen Yi was in a daze, her expression looking silly, dead, like a wooden model in the kitchen window. There is also the big dog named Wolf, who has been staring at himself with a vicious eye, as if he is looking at Yang Jia through the wall. However, Yang Zhonghua is not very sure, he is quite confident in his hidden ability, and the dog should not be able to see it. But he just had the feeling of being stared at all the time, which made him very uncomfortable, as if he was locked on the back of a wild beast, and it took a lot of control to not shoot at it and snipe it.

Looking at his watch, eight minutes had passed, and he still hadn't seen any suspicious people enter, except for a group of six men. They entered one after another, dressed very ordinary, but the aura they exuded made Yang Zhonghua a little suspicious. However, mere suspicion did not constitute a necessary prerequisite for him to shoot. The more he went through the baptism of blood and fire, the more he could understand the preciousness of life, and he could not shoot without conclusive evidence. Some cold-blooded warriors maybe, but that's not him. Those cold-blooded warriors who retreat from the battlefield are psychologically traumatized and treat human life as nothing, they are not heroes, they are just poor people with psychological cripples. Yang Zhonghua is not one of these disabled people, he can be cold-blooded when necessary, but most of the time, his blood is warm, and it can also burn violently, ignited by something called heroic feelings.

At eight minutes and twenty-four seconds, there was a sharp and strange roar from the opposite bank! Then there were gunshots, two sounds. Yang Zhonghua accurately judged from the sound of the gunfire that this was the voice of the GLOCK22 translated as Glock. This 40S*W pistol, produced by GlockG.M.B.H., is popular in the U.S. police community, and many police officers believe that the GLOCK22 is as simple to handle as a revolver, but lighter and more powerful. After being heavily equipped by the Chinese police, it made a magnificent appearance at the opening of the Beijing Exhibition Center of the 3rd China (Beijing) Police Equipment and Anti-Terrorism Technology and Equipment Exhibition on May 19, 2009.

At the same time, other detailed parameters about GLOCK22 passed through Yang Zhonghua's mind, and to some extent, he admired these bandits. They were very professional, and they even got this special type of police anti-riot pistol. Of course, appreciating doesn't mean hesitating to shoot after he's identified the person with the gun.

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I wanted to add more, but the happy life has been added over there, so I won't add it here. It's two more, and I'm so tossed that I can't do it...... But I don't have anything to do and I like to write things, and I say that the two books have completely different styles at the same time. This can only be said that I am cheap and resentful.

The results of multiple invasions are not good, but I don't care too much, anyway, I'm an amateur writer, and writing is just a hobby. It's to create some ordinary little heroes that make me feel happy, just like my father raised a child, wow, haha...... ，