C17

How strong was this assassin? He was definitely not worse than the assassin who killed himself in the forest.

However, under such extreme speed, he was unable to unleash his full strength. In a fight between experts, victory could be determined in an instant.

No matter how much he struggled, it was futile to step on the assassin's chest with one foot. Not only that, the assassin's chest was caved in. If it was an ordinary person, they would have died by now.

However, the assassin was strong, and was still lively. With the dense killing intent in his eyes, if looks could kill, Yan Yun would have died a million times over.

At this time, the bodyguards had also rushed over. They just assumed that the police had taken care of the assassins, so they were not surprised. At this moment, the bodyguards all looked at the killers on the ground with a playful look.

"If you kill me, my organization will not rest until you are dead."

At this moment, the assassin still didn't surrender. He was still threatening Ye Xiao with his words.

This kind of threat was effective, because the bodyguards all revealed a look of fear. To ordinary people, hitmen organizations were indeed terrifying. They carried out their missions like death squads, and if this batch failed, the next batch would appear soon.

Moreover, the organizations' elites had been harmed, so at that time, there would definitely be even more powerful assassins coming for them. Unless his organization was destroyed, Yan Yun would never have peace.

Yan Yun did not reply. This level of threat was completely useless to him, he was too lazy to even talk to the assassin.

"What's your name?" Yan Yun looked at the young bodyguard beside him.

"Reporting to Young Master, my name is Zhao Jian, my grandfather is Old Master Mo's butler." The young bodyguard stuck out his chest and quickly revealed his identity. Being questioned by the mysterious Young Master, he looked as excited as if he was a soldier receiving a general's review.

"Very good! Can you make small bombs? " Yan Yun nodded his head in satisfaction, and took out the Desert Eagle's magazine.

"Yes." The young bodyguard, Zhao Jian, replied excitedly. Since Young Master wanted to punish this killer, they were no longer afraid.

Moments later, Zhao Jian distributed the bullets to the other bodyguards. The bodyguards quickly opened the bullets and took out the gunpowder from inside. Then, they ripped off a piece of cloth from the assassin's body and tightly wrapped the gunpowder.

Yan Yun weighed the bomb in satisfaction. It did not have much destructive power, but it was enough.

Without waiting for his orders, a few of the bodyguards already understood. They volunteered to place the killer's four limbs on the ground and looked at Yan Yun with hope.

"What do you want?" A trace of fear appeared in the assassin's eyes.

"Nothing." Yan Yun laughed, just now, this killer's words that insulted Mo Le made him feel extremely unhappy, so he decided to blow up his killer's lifeline …

"Young Master, let me do it. How can I trouble you to do this yourself?" Zhao Jian took the miniature bomb with a smile and took off the assassin's pants.

"Wow, she's so young and yet she says that there are so many girls in the world, bragging isn't such a way of bragging!"

Zhao Jian was all smiles as he tied the piece of cloth, which was wrapped tightly with explosives, onto the assassin's vitals.

The hitman wanted to cry, but no tears came out. The reason why he spoke to Mo Le like that was to lure Yan Yun out from the dark, it had nothing to do with bragging! The little thing below had always been his sore spot. This bodyguard didn't mean it was right, he actually picked someone else's scar.

Zhao Jian was holding a lighter in his hand. He did not start a fire a few times, but from his playful gaze, it was clear that he did it on purpose. The killer was sweating profusely as he looked at the lighter.

However, things did not turn out as he wished. In the end, the lighter was still on fire.

"No, no, whatever you want to ask me, I'll ask you." The assassin's face was pale. The poison tooth had already been extracted. If he wanted to commit suicide, he could only use his Xuan Energy to burst his meridians and die. However, that kind of death was too painful and he did not have the courage to endure it.

"You really aren't a qualified killer. It's a pity that I'm too lazy to hear anything from you."

Yan Yun looked at the assassin with disdain. There was always a difference between people, and even between assassins, there was still a difference. This assassin was obviously unqualified, although his strength was not bad, but his selfishness was too strong, and his desire too strong.

Bang!

Smoke rose, accompanied by the killer's screams and screams. The bomb's explosion could not be described as miserable anymore. Zhao Jian looked at his masterpiece and nodded in satisfaction.

"Kill him!"

Yan Yun could not be bothered with this kind of hitman who did not have any backbone. He put the remaining bullet into his gun, aimed at the head of the hitman, and pulled the trigger, causing the bullet to shoot out.

Bang!

The assassin's brain was cracked. Fortunately, the bodyguards had dodged the attack, otherwise, he would have been covered in filth.

Not long after, the police hurried over, each and every one of them was sweating profusely. Seeing that the Mo Family's daughter was still unconscious, they were extremely terrified, because if something were to happen to the Mo Family's daughter, they would be blamed, and their positions would go down the drain!

The leading man was a middle-aged man, he was relatively calm, as though he was facing a crisis. After looking at the situation, his eyes landed on Yan Yun.

"You are?" Lu Zhengwen looked at Yan Yun with a puzzled expression, thinking, who was this young man, and why was the Mo Family's bodyguard standing behind him, allowing him to carry the unconscious Mo Family's daughter?

"I am Le Le's fiance, Le Le is injured, I want to send him to the hospital." Yan Yun's expression was calm as he said this. After all, a murder case had occurred here, he had to use the identity of the Mo Family's Young Master as a shield. Otherwise, this group of police might apprehend him.

"Le Le is injured? Quick, call an ambulance, a stretcher, where's the stretcher? "

The Mo Family's daughter was injured, and if Old Master Mo got angry, with Mo Family's ability, it would be difficult for him to keep his position as the director.

As for the murder cases, although handling this kind of thing was troublesome, the police officers that came here were all smart people, if not they would not have been chosen by him to protect Mo Family. They knew their limits, and with the appearance of a professional killer, this was not an ordinary case, the police had their own way of handling this.

Yan Yun looked at the middle-aged man in front of him as if he was facing a great enemy, and was slightly startled. The middle-aged man did not mention about the murder case at all, and was only worried about Mo Le's injuries.

"Little Shang, I will take Le Le and leave this place."

"That won't do. A small wound won't cure a huge problem. We absolutely cannot leave behind any side effects. Hurry, a stretcher."

"Chief Lu, should we call Chief Mo?" Lin Xiao gently pulled at the corner of Lu Zhengwen's clothes as she asked.

"Right, right, we need to make a phone call. Look at me, I'm getting so anxious." Lu Zhengwen patted his head, and then picked up the phone to explain the situation in detail to Mo Yiwen.

The grave was not far from the mountain road. Seeing Lu Zhengwen's righteous stance, Yan Yun could not continue to enjoy the soft jade in his arms, so he put Mo Le on a stretcher, and the group hurriedly rushed down the mountain.

At the bottom of the mountain, all sorts of police cars and ambulances were flashing with lights, the road was already sealed, the unconscious Mo Le was carried away to an ambulance, and Mo Yiwen had quickly rushed over, he did not walk too far, he only needed to turn around and return immediately, so he did not immediately inform Old Master Mo about this matter, it was mainly because he was afraid of the old man's worry, and it would be better for him to look at Mo Le's injuries first.

Mo Le was only in a small coma, his body was not really injured at all, but everyone else was still working hard for half a day before everything was settled. Seeing that his sister was fine, Mo Yiwen finally calmed down.

"Yan Yun, I really have to thank you this time." Mo Yiwen walked over, held Yan Yun's hand and said gratefully.

Yan Yun shook his head, "It has nothing to do with me, the Mo Family bodyguards are pretty skilled, it's all because of them."

Yan Yun was a smart person, so it was hard for him to hide many things. However, Mo Family and Uncle were very close, so even if Mo Yiwen found out about it, it wouldn't mean much.

"Let's go!" The first time Le Le sees you after waking up, he will definitely be very happy. " The mission that the Old Master Mo had given him was to make sure that Yan Yun and Mo Le matched up. This time, when Mo Le was unconscious, if the two saw Yan Yun first, their relationship would definitely improve by a lot.

Yan Yun shook his head and rejected decisively, "I still have some matters to attend to, so I won't be going."

"Yan Yun, what you said makes sense! "Miss Mo must want to see you for the first time." Zhao Zhengwen finally found an opportunity to strike up a conversation. Earlier, when he was nervous, Mo Le had always been cold and detached, making him extremely regretful in his heart. The other party was the future young master of the Mo Family! Once this line was connected, he would be able to sit stably in his position as the bureau chief. Furthermore, he might even be able to find a chance to be promoted.

"I really have something else to do. I need to investigate the organization behind the killer."

Yan Yun's firm expression caused Zhao Zhengwen's old face to turn red. He was the Chief of Police, so investigating the killers should be his responsibility, but as a politician, he was able to control his own expression well.