"They are trying to run, charge at them, we can't let them get away." Someone in the mercenary team suddenly shouted, but the English pronunciation was pronounced with a strong Burmese accent.
Balu couldn't care less about so many things. The most important thing now was to stay alive. He would talk about the rest when he got back.
There were still two meters to the steep cliff. The people chasing him from behind were shooting continuously. Baru made up his mind, gritted his teeth and jumped down. At the moment of falling, he grabbed the huge branch growing horizontally on the edge of the cliff with his strong arms. With the weight of two people, he moved up the cliff arm little by little. His fingers gripped the cracks in the rock like steel pliers and moved down the mountain.
The persistent pursuers overhead first swept the area rapidly, and gravel fell like raindrops.
The people above did not hear the sound of someone falling off the cliff, so they organized people to tie a rope and hang it down the cliff to search.
Nanxi was covered in cold sweat, and her entire senses were filled with his scent. She pressed tightly against the man's muscular back, and the clothes wrapped around her waist made it difficult for her to breathe. However, the feeling of being closely connected to him in life and death dispelled all psychological fears and physical discomfort.
Although her heart was broken, she still gritted her teeth and refused to make any sound to distract him.
The brave and strong man was like a cheetah entering the forest. In less than five minutes, he had climbed to the path, untied his little wife from his back, and wanted to pinch her face to comfort her, but his raised arm froze in mid-air. Only then did he realize that his hand had been cut into pieces by the sharp stones, and the already cracked knuckles were also split, revealing red flesh. The blood that seeped out mixed with the dust stuck to it while climbing, making it dirty.
He finally took his hand back and rubbed it on his clothes, "Baby, let's go."
Nanxi took his hand and rubbed her little face against his palm, "I don't dislike you."
The man pursed his lips, his Adam's apple rolled, his eyes still red from having killed someone, but when he looked at her, he could not help but soften himself, "Hmm."
He stood up and took his little wife and walked quickly down the mountain.
The phone in my pocket rang.
"Along, where are you?" Zhan Peng's voice was unusually serious.
“On the path down the mountain.”
"Did you fucking fall off the cliff?" Zhan Peng was shocked.
"Well, stop talking nonsense and come here quickly. How many people did you bring?" Baru said impatiently.
"I'm coming to pick you up. Fu Chai is bringing two teams with him."
"Okay." Balu responded, then took his little wife into the nearby woods to rest.
"Won't they chase us?" Nanxi asked with a frown.
"No, Fu Chai has taken his men there. They can't catch up here."
Balu took out a saber and cut open the trouser leg. The black and red hole was still bleeding, and it looked horrible.
"Don't move." Nanxi saw him trying to use a knife to take out the bullet, and she quickly grabbed his hand. "This knife isn't sterilized, it'll get infected. And if you take the bullet out now, you'll bleed too much quickly without anything to stop the bleeding."
On the battlefield, guns and cannons are blind. He had been injured more than once. Each time he was injured, he would deal with it hastily and rush to the next battle. By the time he went to the hospital after the battle, the pain had long passed.
After so many years, it seems like I have become accustomed to the pain. It has become numb and it doesn't hurt that much anymore.
"It's okay, just a minor injury." The man smiled. "I'll bandage it up with some cloth. I can hold on until I get back."
"That won't work either. It will get infected." A wound infection is far more deadly than the wound itself.
The sound of a military vehicle's engine tore through the silence of the forest, and its orange headlights shone towards this side.
"Zhan Peng is here." Nanxi's eyes flashed with joy. She wiped her tears and pulled the man's arm, "Let's go to the hospital."
After getting on the bus, we sped all the way to the densely populated area of Daqili.
"The military doctor is waiting." Zhan Peng really couldn't bear to see Nanxi sobbing in pain. It was just a bullet, but she acted like she was going to die in the next moment.
"Don't worry, your man won't die. He's as strong as a bull."
"Shut up. You're not the one who's hurt, and you're still making sarcastic remarks." Nanxi raised her tearful eyes and glared at the person who was slacking off in the driver's seat.
The pride on Baru's face was almost overflowing, "My wife loves me dearly, are you jealous?"
"I don't give a damn about you." Zhan Peng held his breath in his chest, neither rising nor falling.
"Stop talking, it hurts more." Nanxi pinched his hand, and the tenderness and pain in her eyes almost drowned the man.
"Okay." Baru shut up obediently and rubbed his head on her shoulder. "Wife, it really doesn't hurt anymore."
Zhan Peng looked at the worthless dog with even more contempt in his eyes, and deliberately drove the car towards a bumpy place.
"Can you drive? Did you do that on purpose?"
Nanxi was so anxious that she wanted to rush over and hit Zhanpeng, "How cruel! He's already injured, and you're still trying to bully him?"
"Miss, such a small injury won't kill anyone. If you do this, your man will be so spoiled that he won't even have the strength to draw his gun." Zhan Peng said sourly.
"I'm willing to spoil him. Didn't that woman surnamed Su spoil you too? I've never seen you unable to draw your gun, you scumbag. You're just jealous that my Shuailong is more handsome, richer, more powerful, and more loyal than you..."
Zhan Peng never knew that when the eldest lady was in full swing, she was also an out-and-out wild cat. He was speechless after being confronted and turned around to glare at his good brother who was injured from trying so hard to hold back his laughter.
"Okay, okay, your man is the rarest in the sky and nowhere on earth, okay?" Zhan Peng said with a wicked smile.
"Why didn't I realize it before? You two are a perfect match."
…
A luxurious and cool manor in Naypyidaw.
Nan Suzhi sat on the sofa, closed his eyes and rested, his fingers constantly stroking the cufflinks of his shirt.
Every facet of the diamond on these cufflinks, which were inseparable from him, bore the warmth of his fingertips.
"Sir." Damai knocked on the door and walked in.
"I just received news that Aung Su found the whereabouts of the young lady this morning, but did not inform us. Instead, he sent a team of mercenaries directly to northern Myanmar."
The man on the sofa opened his eyes, and a flash of surprise flashed across his narrow eyes under his gold-rimmed half-frame glasses, but he quickly regained his composure.
Luanluan indeed followed the man to northern Myanmar.
But those idiots in Angsu are no match for that man.
He has always been rational and restrained. Even though he and Balu have been at odds for a long time, he has a very clear understanding of the other party's strength and combat power. It is almost impossible for him to find mercenaries to kill him, so Luanluan will be fine as long as she is with him.
"The biggest shortcoming of these politicians is that they value power too much and human life and reputation too little. They are suspicious and stupid," he said coldly.
"Since he doesn't want to live a good life, then act as if he doesn't want to live. Go find Sakun and tell him to come over to discuss business."
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