Mommy is 17 years old: a genius son with a black belly

Xiaoxue took Xia Chenxi directly to the operating room for surgery and to get the bullets.

There was a shooting incident in Manhattan, New York, and it lasted for half an hour. Officially, eight people died, and three of them are still in danger. These three people include Colonel Michael...

The news of this horrific horror was on the news all over the United States.

Of course, it was classified as a terrorist incident.

Lu Zhen felt pain like a needle prick in his mind. As soon as he came back, he locked himself in the room. An Xiaoyao asked Long Si and Mu Yunsheng to deal with the follow-up. He went to accompany Lu Zhen. When he went to Lu Zhen's room, he was already in the room. bathroom.

The shower was full of cold water, pouring him all over.

The scene where he hit Michael kept playing on a loop in his mind, like a bullet hitting his heart, although he knew he didn't live long enough to be with Nolan for too long.

So he wanted Nolan to leave him and seek a new life.

He never wanted to hurt Nolan's relatives. If Michael had an accident, Nolan would definitely hate him.

The ice-cold water was so cold that his whole body was covered with wet cold.

An Xiaoyao quickly turned on the shower head, his eyebrows were like snow, "Don't torture yourself, come out with a change of clothes, it won't help."

Lu Zhen's face was covered with water, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or water. His face was mixed, and he lost all his strength. He sat down against the white tiles, his hair was dripping with water, and his skin was almost transparent.

"Xiaoyao, I killed Michael..." Lu Zhen's voice was trembling, and he suddenly looked up at An Xiaoyao, "I killed Michael."

His eyes looked distressed through a layer of mist.

An Xiaoyao squatted down. The bathroom was wet and cold. He didn't know how to appease Nolan. He could only say, "He's not dead yet, but he's not out of danger yet. He may not die yet. Don't scare yourself."

There was a scuffle, when Lu Zhen saw Xia Feng, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had only murderous intent.

And a special soldier was shot down first, and Michael arrived immediately. Lu Zhen would naturally shoot back. This is their instinct. They must first protect themselves from harm. Zhen.

In the melee, swords and guns have no eyes.

Accidents are inevitable.

Lu Zhen covered his head in pain. After trembling, he still couldn't restrain himself. An Xiaoyao forcefully tore off his clothes, simply put on his nightgown, dragged him and threw him on the bed. Lu Zhen let him drag him numbly. , As soon as I leaned on the soft bed, I felt even sadder in my heart.

Nolan... brother...

An Xiaoyao said softly, "Being thought too much, Michael may not die, don't let your imagination run wild, I will let you know as soon as I have news."

He had too many things to do, comforted Lu Zhen, An Xiaoyao went out, closed the door, Morgan was outside, An Xiaoyao said, "How's the situation?"

"The enemies in the building were wiped out without any trace. We created the illusion that they left, and all the corpses also created the illusion that they were killed in a random battle. There is no problem." Morgan reported the situation and said another unfortunate news, "A brother just died with his pancreas shattered."

An Xiaoyao closed his eyes in pain, "I see, let Xiaoxue must rescue all other seriously injured people, and there must be no more deaths."

This time the battle loss ratio, of course, is that the official died more. However, such a battle loss ratio is very pessimistic for Ace.