After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

"His death and the death of your husband Zhang Ming are all your fault!"

The sound is bone-piercing and the words are heart-piercing.

The surrounding police and firemen looked at Feng Yin with disapproval and even accusation, and wanted to stop her, but she spoke too fast.

"your fault!"

The woman froze.

Sitting on the fence, she was stunned.

"on!"

With a sound, Feng Yin was the first to fly out.

She had a lifebuoy with a rope attached to it in her hand. She swung it out with great force and accurately put it on the woman's body.

At the same time, the fire fighters nearby were not slow to respond. Those upstairs and downstairs acted at the same time to save the child and hug the woman.

At the critical moment, the woman woke up and struggled!

"what----"

"child!"

The swaddle is loose.

There was a gap under the swaddling clothes, and the child slipped out from underneath.

"Wipe your ancestors!"

Feng Yin held the rope in his hand, jumped faster than his mouth, crossed the fence, rushed down, and jumped!

"Wind Yin——"

"Boss——"

"boss!"

The trio and Officer Wang rushed upward at the same time, reaching out in mid-air, trying to catch Feng Yin. Even though they knew it was futile, how could they do nothing.

The woman was the first to be tightly hugged by the firefighters and pulled down from the fence. The flying downward movement of Feng Yin played and repeated in front of her eyes, as if in slow motion.

"Child - my child -"

Feng Yin flew down and grabbed the child's feet in mid-air. Two people, one big and one small, rushed down and started swinging in the air.The lifeguard at the window downstairs acted immediately and tried to catch the two people.

"Save the child first!"

Feng Yin calmly directed the firefighter: "Stand still, don't move, I will send the child to you."

At this time, Feng Yin was only supported by a rope.

The rope was wrapped around Feng Yin's left foot, without any protection or any knots, just simply wrapped around it.

Feng Yin's whole body went vertically downwards, the child was in her right hand, and she tried to grab the rope with her left hand.

Use strength in your waist and abdomen, pull up, bend, stretch out your left hand, and you will soon be able to reach the rope.

"don't want---"

The rope on Feng Yin's feet came loose, and it slipped away for a fraction of a second, causing the timid person to cover his eyes and scream.

At this critical moment, Feng Yin grabbed the rope with his left hand and swayed in the air with one arm.

The firefighter had jumped down from the rooftop, only one meter away from Feng Yin, and was trying to catch her.

On the rooftop, the rope that Feng Yin pulled was tied around the waist by Officer Wang. Li Sanyi, Zhang Boer and others were holding on to the rope tightly. It was their common belief that nothing would happen.

"Wind Yin—"

Feng Yin looked at the firefighter who called her, smiled slightly, and even said with some comfort: "Don't worry, it's okay."

"I handed the baby to him, where he was a little more secure."

Feng Yin looked at the firefighter on the window sill and told him not to move, she would swing over.

The left hand was holding on to the rope tightly. The hand with the original wound had collapsed, and the rope was soaked in blood.

What kind of pain that must be!
The wound was rubbed by the hemp rope, and she pressed harder again and again, deepening it.

The wind roared with force, and the hemp rope swayed slightly, a little, a little, and a little closer.

"Get ready. After three times, the child will be in your hands."

The firefighter on the window sill nodded heavily, and a large net bag stretched out from under the window sill to prepare for the bad expectation.