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Jian Fan raised his hand to grab at her leg, but she quickly retreated as if she had seen through his thoughts.

She instantly appeared next to Jian Fan and was prepared to fight him in close combat. Jian Fan wasn't easy to deal with. The moment her iron fist struck, he suddenly crouched down, grabbed the center of her defense, and threw her heavily onto the ground.

The young woman who was thrown to the ground grunted and lied on the ground for a long time without being able to get up. Jian Fan looked down at her from above. He extended his hand to grab her collar and pulled her into his embrace. It was the same posture. This time, he used his left hand to wrap his arm around her neck, while he used his right hand to place his index finger against her temple.

On the other side, Ling Chen had also taken care of all the thugs. The gun in his hand was smashed into a bloody mess. It had been turned into scrap metal.

Jian Fan looked at him approvingly. Fighting one against twenty indeed gave him a bit of strength and boldness.

The male head was beaten into the most miserable state. His leg bones were broken, and his face was covered in blood. He lay on the ground, on his last breath. Ling Chen kicked him in disdain, throwing the rotten gun to the side and patting the dust off his hands.

"Let's go." After expending a lot of energy, his breathing became heavier.

Killing intent filled Jian Fan's eyes. His heart even trembled slightly as he said, "Wait a moment, I will finish her first." "She is a scourge. Even if she doesn't die, she will still resuscitate and kill others."

The strength in her hands increased, causing the head of the Drinking Girl who was at the top of her head to swell up as she widened her eyes in fear. This kind of death was too cruel. She would rather be killed by a single shot.

Just when Jane Fan was focusing all of his strength on his fingertips, ready to make the first move. Ling Chen suddenly shouted, telling her to stop. "Don't kill her."

"Why?" Jian Fan's expression turned cold, but he still stopped moving.

"If you still have that identity, you can kill her. But now you are not, you must remember that you are an ordinary person who has left that place. " He looked into her eyes that were red from fighting, and there was a hint of sincerity in his eyes.

Jane Fan thought for a few seconds and finally gave up on the idea of killing her. Even a special agent of the National Military Intelligence Bureau had to accept orders from the organization to kill people. She had now been expelled from the organization and had no right to kill people. Killing people randomly, what was the difference between that and a demon like Ling Chen.

She turned her body over, put her hands behind her back, picked up the leather jacket that had just been thrown away, and fiercely pulled her down. Her entire body was in a semicircle, and her hands and feet were tied together.

The little girl was like a bow that had been bent backwards. Her whole body was in pain and cold sweat kept dripping down her body.

"You sure are ruthless." Ling Chen gave a thumbs up, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile of admiration or mockery.

Jian Fan rolled his eyes at him, "Go and find a rope or a thick tree trunk. "The clothes are not strong."

Ling Chen picked up the submachine gun at Jian Fan's feet, and looked around at all the people on the ground, then shouted: "If you can move, quickly scram, otherwise the spear will serve you."

Those who could still run, all ran down the hill. Ling Chen kicked three or four of them until they were too badly beaten to move. After confirming that they really weren't a threat, he carried his gun and walked towards the woods.

Jian Fan relaxed a little. At least he had a little thought and knew that he would first remove the hidden danger and ensure her safety.

"If you don't kill me, I will kill you again." The girl with the wine concoction rolled backwards, speaking and breathing are very difficult. It was all thanks to the fact that she practiced martial arts and her body's flexibility. Otherwise, if ordinary people were to tie their hands and feet together, they would definitely have multiple fractures all over their body.

Jian Fan pressed down on her head and firmly held her down, unable to move at all. "When you're out of jail, you can find me and then we'll talk."

"Ling Chen isn't a good person either. If you follow her, sooner or later, you'll suffer a worse fate than me."

"You don't need to remind me, I'm not as stupid as you. Chen Da is your father? You worked so hard for him! " Jane Fan untied his bulletproof vest, passed through her mouth, and tied a tight knot at the back of her head.

The world had become completely silent. Even though the woman with the wine concoction stammered and wanted to scold him, she was unable to do so.

As he sat on his side, his attention was completely focused on the wine concocting lady, so he didn't notice the dangerous attack coming from behind him.

Just as Ling Chen returned from looking for a thick and large wooden pole, he saw the male head lying on the ground quietly picking up the shattered gun on the ground and aiming it at Jian Fan's head.

"Be careful!" Ling Chen screamed, and quickly threw away the piece of wood in his hand, and pounced on Jian Fan.

Hearing that, Jian Fan turned his head and saw a black muzzle pointing straight at his head.

"Bam!" It was unknown if it was the sound of Ling Chen knocking Jane Fan down, or the sound of the black head firing.

Jian Fan only saw a thin wisp of smoke float up from the muzzle, indicating the moment of danger.

Had she been shot? But why was her mind so clear that she could not feel pain?

"Humph!" A muffled groan woke Jian Fan from his stupor.

She felt her body sink, and her chest hurt from the impact. She looked at Ling Chen, who was lying on top of her with a twisted expression on his face.

"You … "What's wrong?" It took a long time for Jane Fan to find her voice. Even she didn't notice the trembling in her voice.

"I …" Ling Chen let out an almost inaudible sound from the depths of his throat.

Jian Fan suddenly stood up and laid him flat on the ground. She kicked the black-clothed leader, who had fired the shot, into unconsciousness, accompanied by the intermittent laughter of the mixed wine girl, who was gloating at his misfortune.

With bloodshot eyes, Jian Fan ran to Ling Chen's side. He put a hand on his right lower abdomen, which was already bright red.

"You've been shot?" Jian Fan tried to break his hand, but it actually touched his wound. It was so painful that his whole face changed from green to pale white.

Ling Chen held onto the wound tightly and nodded slowly.

Jian Fan's heart suddenly sank. He was shot. Would he die just like that?

She stared at the bright red blood on his stomach, lost in thought. She should be happy, but she still felt uneasy.

She looked at his darkening eyelids and started to panic. Wasn't he afraid of the heavens and the earth? Wasn't he an unstoppable iron hammer? Did he die so easily? Then wouldn't her plan and patience have been wasted? She hadn't personally avenged her death yet.

Ling Chen's other hand grabbed onto Jian Fan's hand. "Xiaofan, my head is spinning. I really want to sleep."

Jane Fan's ears were glazed, and her ears were ringing. She didn't know what to think now. Her head was full of paste.

"Xiaofan, am I dying? After I die, you'll be free. If you take out your phone and record it, I'll tell Marvin not to make things difficult for you. After all, it's not your fault. "

Jian Fan's lips couldn't help but tremble as he gulped, unable to speak.

Ling Chen swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, as if he had lost too much blood, and his mouth turned dry. "My only regret …" He began to gasp, "It's a pity that you haven't fallen in love with me to the end."

Jian Fan glared at him, not knowing whether to console him or to comfort himself, "Who said you would die?" It hit the cecum, not the heart. How could it be so easy to die? "

I can't go on. I want to sleep." "While I'm still awake, quickly record it." "" Ling Chen became more and more impatient, but he also became increasingly breathless.

Jian Fan felt a pang of sadness in his heart. His mood also became more and more anxious as he spoke, "You are not allowed to die." If I'm going to die, I have to die. You are not allowed to sleep, and I will not allow you to speak in a dejected tone. "Yes, call first aid."

Jian Fan fumbled around in his arms anxiously, but could not find anything, "Where did you put it, where did you put it?" Her flustered appearance, coupled with her slightly red eyes, caused Ling Chen's heart to warm up, and the corner of his mouth hooked into a smile.

"Are you worried about me?"

Jian Fan glared at him angrily, "Speak less. Save your strength. Where was the phone? I think I forgot to take it when I was changing. "

Jian Fan's mind rumbled as he fell into a darkness of despair.

Was he really going to die so easily? Her heart was empty, and she couldn't be happy. It was as if the goal she had been holding on to for such a long time was gone. She didn't even have the motivation to live anymore.

"Jane Fan, I'm so sorry …" Ling Chen slowly closed his eyes.

Jian Fan's heart froze as he suddenly pulled him into his embrace, tightly holding onto his head. His entire body trembled, but he could not say a single word.

Drops of something warm landed on his face. And then, the desolate, cold wind turned ice-cold.

"You are not allowed to die, you are not allowed to die." Jane Fan muttered to himself. His voice was so soft that only she could hear it.

"You're crying?" Ling Chen's sudden words startled Jian Fan.

She let go and leaned over him, his dark eyes wide, his face teasing and excited.

"You're not dead?" Jane Fan frowned with a face full of resentment.

"Haha," Ling Chen sat up, and let go of his hand that was covering his lower abdomen, "I would be willing to see you cry for me even if you died."

After some time, Jian Fan realized that he was being played, and his sinking heart immediately jumped up, a strong sense of anger filling his heart: "Ling Chen, you didn't get shot? You're pretending to be dead to me? Do you believe that I can let you die again right now! "

As Jian Fan shouted, he couldn't suppress his impulsive emotions and immediately rushed forward. He wanted to grab the front of Jian Chen's clothes and give him a heavy blow.

Ling Chen quickly bent down and begged for mercy, and his expression changed: "I really got shot, if you don't believe me, just look." Sweat trickled down his forehead, making him look very real.

Jian Fan looked at his right lower abdomen doubtfully, and then lifted the corner of his clothes. The material had indeed been torn, and there was a little blood on the shirt. Beneath his shirt, a bullet had grazed his tight waist.

It was a close call. If he was just a tad bit slower, the bullet might have really penetrated his caecum. Or perhaps he didn't want to take the risk to save her, then the one who would die today would undoubtedly be her.

Jian Fan caressed his chest with a lingering fear as he looked at the bottom of his eyes with a complicated expression.

"Why did you risk your life to save me? My life is not as precious as yours. What if you really die? "

Ling Chen laughed heartlessly, his starry eyes sparkling, "I don't know. At that time, the first thought in my mind was to save you. Perhaps I was thinking in my subconscious that since you haven't fallen in love with me yet, I can't just let you leave me with regret. " His words were half true and half false. Even he himself was about to be convinced.