Chapter 557 Take Good Care of Her
"Are you okay?"
He looked calm and collected.
The elusive Song Moting appeared in front of them.
Silently.
She nodded.
"Let's go!"
He said, taking her arm and leading her towards the door.
Jiang Xiaoxiao reached out and tightly grasped the little chubby hand.
Song Moting picked up the little boy and said, "Hold me tight, close your eyes, it will be fine soon."
There was a hint of tenderness in the voice, and Jiang Xiaoxiao knew that Song Moting was thinking of Tangyuan.
The boy closed his eyes and leaned tightly into Song Moting's arms.
The little hand tightly grasped the clothes on Song Moting's chest.
When on a mission, Song Moting's senses became more acute, and the peace in his heart radiated outward.
The more intense the task, the calmer he became, as if time slowed down into slow motion.
At this time he can see and hear every detail, analyze and anticipate the results in his mind, and then make a decision and take action.
Everything happened in a split second, yet it felt like minutes.
All of them come to mind.
Adrenaline flooded his body and he could feel the blood coursing through his veins, but his mind remained calm and detached.
Someone had told him that at these moments his face was frighteningly calm and completely devoid of expression.
They were in almost complete darkness, the only window having heavy curtains that blocked out most of the light.
Song Moting didn't even open the curtains, and finally he could cover their whereabouts.
However, Jiang Xiaoxiao knew that it was night time now, and the noise from the patrolling guards outside was gradually decreasing.
She didn't know where under her windowsill was.
But he didn't feel panic at all. Song Moting went in and out several times. If someone noticed, they would have discovered it long ago.
This was not something she should worry about.
Finally there seemed to be some noise from the direction of the hall.
Many people are heading in that direction.
The seconds ticked by, one, two, and then he carefully took hers in his gloved hand.
His hand was much larger than hers, and she felt its size, its warmth wrapped around her cold fingers, and realizing his firm will, he squeezed her gently, then let go.
"We have two minutes to get out of here," he whispered. "Follow my instructions."
Jiang Xiaoxiao didn’t know if she could do it, but the close connection and tacit understanding between the two inspired her.
Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded and stood up, her legs shaking constantly.
She forced herself to stand still and brushed the hair away from her face.
"I'm ready."
She had just taken two steps when she heard a burst of gunfire, breaking the silence of the night, coming from below them.
In the blink of an eye, he turned quietly and quickly away from her.
One window was open, and there was no curtain to cover it, so when he looked at her she could see his face, half hidden in darkness, and the other half illuminated by the faint light, with high, well-defined cheekbones, a square and strong jaw, and lips as clearly defined as those of a Greek statue.
"Look at me," he instructed, "watch my gestures."
He explained to her the basic hand signals, that a clenched fist raised in the air meant "stop," while an open hand meant simply "pause."
There are also gestures for advancing and hiding.
Fortunately, they didn't have to go far.
"We're going to get out of this window," he said in a low voice. "It's five meters from the window to the ground, and there's no leverage. I'll take you down, and when you jump to the ground, leave the bright light and wait in the shadow of the building, and try to make yourself as small as possible. Do you understand?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded, she whispered, and stood up and walked through the window.
Then the whole person was in the air.
She wanted to lean on him, but was afraid that she would hinder his movements.
Her life...and his...depended entirely on his expertise.
She couldn't help, but at least she could stay out of the way.
Suddenly a guard appeared in front of them. He was obviously stunned when he saw them, then he shouted and drew his gun without thinking.
Song Moting took action almost before the guards saw them.
While he stuffed the child in his arms into Jiang Xiaoxiao's arms and pushed her against the wall, he knelt on one knee to pull out the gun on his ankle.
The guard panicked and fired too early, and the bullet hit the concrete ground three meters in front of him.
Song Moting raised his hand calmly.
Jiang Xiaoxiao saw that there was no expression on his face when he fired the gun.
His first shot hit the guard in the chest, but he fired another shot between the eyes.
The guard fell.
Song Moting grabbed Jiang Xiaoxiao's hand and pulled her up.
Screams could be heard in the distance, and hurried footsteps were running towards them.
"quick!"
He pushed her toward the left exit.
He protected her and the child and ran into the underground garage.
Mu Chen hugged Mu Shaocheng, "Dad! Dad!"
"Respiratory failure, Dad is dying. Big brother..."
Muchen panicked and tried to feel Mu Shaocheng's breathing. He was gradually weakening and dying at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Mu Feng stood up and drew the weapon from his waist.
"Brother, Jiang Xiaoxiao cannot die. We must capture her."
Mu Feng ran out of the room as if he didn't hear anything.
He ran towards the stairs at the end of the corridor, but instead of going down, he jumped over the railing and directly onto the stairwell platform on the next floor and rushed into Zi Luo's room.
Zi Luo looked at her elder brother with a pale face and rapid breathing. The oxygen mask formed a layer of mist under her rapid breathing.
Zi Luo fell ill again.
Mu Feng picked up Zi Luo, handling her as carefully as if she were a treasure.
“Big…Brother!”
"Brother will take you to see a doctor."
Mu Feng picked up Zi Luo.
This time he reached the first floor.
The gunshots appeared to come from directly below and to the right, near the back garden.
It was below Jiang Xiaoxiao's room, just as they expected.
The garden was almost full of people, and the security personnel tried in vain to find Song Moting.
But when they saw Mu Feng holding Zi Luo in his arms, they all stopped automatically.
“Go find it! At any cost.”
Mu Feng shouted.
Watching all the guards turn and rush into the night.
Mu Feng slowed down and thought.
Song Moting would try to obtain transportation instead of escaping on foot, but the vehicles were parked in a guarded outdoor parking lot, and the villa's underground parking lot was Mu Shaocheng's favorite.
The most dangerous place is the safest place.
Run to the garage area.
Emergency lights illuminated the entire villa, which was filled with armed guards.
The dark garage was silent as he moved between the long rows of sedans and jeeps.
"Are you here?"
He asked softly.
Zi Luo trembled slightly and her face became even paler.
"exist."
Mu Feng turned around suddenly and saw Song Moting coming out from the darkness, followed by a woman holding a child.
"Go quickly, I leave my sister to you. Heal her and I will fulfill my promise."
He whispered, took out a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket and threw it to Song Moting.
Song Moting let go of Jiang Xiaoxiao and caught the key with his left hand.
He reached out and took Zi Luo. This girl was as light as a feather.
Zi Luo looked at her brother's back as he left resolutely, feeling at a loss as to what to do.
what happened?
(End of this chapter)
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