Song Ling directly pulled out the gun from the staff member's waist again, pressed it tightly against his forehead, and said with a crazy look, "Tell me! Where is it? Believe it or not, I will let you taste the feeling of having two bullets in your body?"
Invisible danger and murderous intent come from all directions.
This murderous aura is frightening.
At this moment, everyone around couldn't help but shiver.
A hint of panic finally appeared in the arrogant man's blue eyes. His body trembled, and he took a step back. "Calm down, I'll take you there."
All night long, they sped across the highway like ghosts.
Inside the car, Song Ling sat in the back seat, resting with his eyes closed. Although there were two bullets lodged in his body and the blood was still wet, he was able to hold on with just one breath.
The staff member holding the gun to the man's head was actually someone Song Ling had already placed there. He looked at the blood on Song Ling's body and asked, "Are you okay, Mr. Song? Do you want to bandage your wound first?"
Song Ling's eyes suddenly opened, revealing a tough and indifferent look in them: "I can hold on."
In order to save his son and protect his marriage, he can really persevere.
He is now eager to get the confidential documents and resolve Song Lingchen's crisis.
"quick!"
He urged her in a deep voice and closed his eyes again. Why did he always feel that she was very close to him?
Is it really because of too many concerns? Too many illusions?
Otherwise, how could this illusion occur?
I wonder what she is doing at this time?
He really wanted to call her, hear her voice, listen to her sweet words, and call him husband.
But not now.
He suppressed the urge and gently pressed his eyebrows. Finally, he arrived at the military base.
The military base was shaped like a fortress, oval in shape. It was silvery white during the day, but now it was like a hidden fire, cold and quiet. Even with the bright lights on, it couldn't mask the cold, chilling atmosphere.
Layers of doors opened and then closed behind them.
Song Ling rushed in with murderous intent, instantly dropping the temperature of the surrounding air to several freezing points.
The arrogant man's arrogance has been mostly extinguished at this moment. It is really uncomfortable to have a gun pointed at your head.
Song Lingren urged impatiently, "Hurry up!"
The man frowned, a dark light in his eyes.
Song Ling supported his body with faith. Although he was hit by two bullets, he still had a very strong aura. This aura seemed to be innate.
He lowered his voice and said loudly, "Open the cabinet! Now!"
The arrogant man walked over, and just now, the panic and frustration in his eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by a hideous sneer.
The corners of his mouth curled up slowly, and he suddenly turned to Song Ling provocatively, "Do you really think you're the only one who understands the saying 'It's important to be on guard against others'? I also know what that old Chinese saying means, haha!"
Song Ling's handsome pale face became very gloomy, and he had a bad feeling.
His men retreated stiffly in panic.
The arrogant man outside shouted: "Hey, my old friend. Hurry and bring in that beautiful and lovely Chinese beauty."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Ling saw the slender figure he had been thinking about.
His heart ached violently, as if a sharp knife had stabbed into his chest, and the blood inside gushed out, splashing a meter away.
He couldn't help but clench his fists. Damn it, she was being held hostage.
No wonder he felt her breath so strongly.
As soon as the gunshot rang out, Liu Zhiyuan fainted.
But Xu Zhou, the pervert, had already found a way to wake her up. He held her thin body in his arms and forced her in.
It had only been two days since they last met, and she had become thinner. Her face was so pale that he dared not look at her, and the pain in his heart became more intense.
When Liu Zhiyuan saw Song Ling, she remembered the fact that she had fainted before. A trace of joy flashed in her clear and trembling eyes. He was okay, he was not dead. She knew he would make it.
However, as her eyes gradually focused and she saw the pale man covered in blood, her frail body began to tremble violently, as if she would fall at any moment. But the pervert beside her prevented her from falling.
She tried to struggle, but Xu Zhou held her captive with even greater force. His fingers seemed to dig into her flesh, and she gritted her teeth in pain.
She really wanted to rush forward and throw herself into Song Ling's arms. She wanted to tell him that she missed him, was worried about him, and was nervous about him.
However, she ultimately could do nothing.
She turned her eyes and glared at Xu Zhou with anger, hoping to tear this abnormal face apart.
Silent tears streamed down her thin cheeks. She could only watch him from afar, soothing his wounds with worried and trembling eyes.
At this moment, the two of them looked at each other silently, their eyes conveying their concern and care for each other, as well as a mutual warmth.
This look undoubtedly stimulated Xu Zhou's sensitive nerves. He looked ferocious, his eyes bloodshot. At his signal, someone rushed forward and kicked Song Ling in the chest.
Song Ling was kicked with such force that his already injured body could no longer support him. After hitting the iron wall behind him, he half-knelt on one leg. His pale and handsome face was filled with extreme dizziness, and a huge pain spread in his eyes. He covered his abdomen and coughed violently.
The mouth was bloody and full of blood.
Liu Zhiyuan suddenly opened her eyes wide, her whole body stiffening. She felt her heart being torn apart at a speed she couldn't see with her naked eyes.
She wanted to cry, but she couldn't even.
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