When the man with the buzz cut discovered that the fourth brother was dead, he had already realized what was happening. He wanted to instruct the second brother to use Mo Jing as a shield, but he found that the other party had killed the second brother even faster.

Since the man with the buzz cut was sitting in the front seat, it was difficult for him to reach out and grab Mo Jing. Mo Jing quickly opened the car door and jumped out.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Immediately, the man with the buzz cut had his car door opened and was about to get out to grab Mo Jing. He was shot in the forehead as soon as the door opened, and then lay on the ground, dead with his eyes wide open.

Meanwhile, Lao Wu and Lao San, who were carrying logs on the highway, reacted to the sound of gunfire and ran desperately towards this side.

The fifth brother ran fast, grabbed Mo Jing, strangled her, and hid himself behind her.

But then another gunshot rang out behind them, and the third brother fell to the ground.

The fifth brother frowned, somewhat frightened, and gripped Mo Jing's throat tightly, shouting from behind her, "Who is it? Which bastard is it? Come out if you dare!"

The rough voice echoed through the valley, but no one answered.

Mo Jing's neck was being choked, and she was having trouble breathing. Taking advantage of the situation, she forcefully stomped on Lao Wu's foot.

The unexpected pain in her foot caused Lao Wu to loosen his grip on Mo Jing's hand.

Mo Jing grabbed the hand gripping her neck with one hand, instantly tying Lao Wu's hands behind his back with a counter-grappling move. Her other hand swiftly reached for her waist, pulled out a pistol, and pointed it at Lao Wu's head. This gun had originally been taken from Lao Wu by Lao Er, but she had just pretended to be afraid and rushed into Lao Er's arms, taking the gun with her.

But her index finger, which was on the trigger, hesitated to move. Mo Jing, who had never killed anyone before, struggled with her inner turmoil and wavered.

Finally, as if making a firm decision, Mo Hei's dark eyes pressed down hard with his index finger, and with two gunshots, Lao Wu fell to the ground.

He was shot once in the forehead and once in the temple.

Looking at the bodies of Lao Wu and Lao San, Mo Jing thought to herself, "This man's marksmanship is amazing. In such a dark night, he was able to hit their foreheads with every shot, killing them instantly."

Footsteps approached, and in the darkness, Mo Jing saw a tall, slender man slowly walking towards her by the light.

The light enveloped him, obscuring his features.

Upon getting closer, Mo Jing realized that it was him.

"Not bad courage." Ling Moyuan walked with steady steps, the sound even echoing in the silent night. The moonlight cast a long shadow of him, and his deep, resonant voice was magnetic. His handsome features were silhouetted against the night sky, and his bright eyes were fixed on Mo Jing. His black trench coat fluttered in the night wind.

Isn't this the man I saw standing next to He Shaoqi on the hospital TV last time? I never expected the two of them to meet in this way.

"If someone points a gun at your head and you don't have the guts, then you can only wait to die."

Earlier, in front of a bank in the city center, she had noticed several flyers on the ground. They depicted a barbecue restaurant with pictures of people gathered around a fire grilling food – it looked very tempting. Someone who wasn't observant or paying close attention might not have noticed, but each flyer showed exactly three groups of people. The internationally recognized distress signal is three flames.

They couldn't simply light three fires here, but were subtly signaling to her that someone would come to rescue her.