At this moment, her fingers twitched slightly.

"ah!"

A pig-like scream rang out.

A hand holding a pistol fell to the ground.

Blood gushed out, staining Number 3's shoulder.

No one saw who made the stab.

Except for white mulberry.

Chi Yuan ran up to Bai Sang like he was presenting a treasure, extending his two clean hands.

"Look, sister, it's not dirty at all."

Bai Sang gently grasped those two cold hands.

"Hmm, it's not dirty at all."

Number 3 quickly ran to the woman's side and heard Bai Sang speak.

"underground?"

"Found it."

The woman suddenly turned her head to look at Bai Sang.

The base commander, who was groaning on the ground, also looked at Bai Sang.

"Catch him, catch number 3, catch him..."

Bai Sang walked up to Number 3, looked at his blood-covered body, and took a step back in disgust.

"There are clothes there, change your clothes, and don't worry about scaring your sister later."

Bai Sang's words surprised the base commander, who was in pain.

"You, you..."

Bai Sang glanced at the base commander's bleeding arm.

"Please take it easy, or you'll bleed too much and hurt yourself again."

"Number 3, I don't care how you handle it, you can decide for yourself."

Number 3 hesitated for a moment, just about to step forward, when he saw the woman walk over lightly and hold up two fingers.

The base commander, who had been screaming in terror, instantly lost his life.

“I’ll do these dirty jobs. I don’t want my son to have blood on his hands.”

"Aqi, all you need to do is get the base back on track."

Number 3 cried like a dog.

Bai Sang sighed.

"Let's go."