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Chapter 881 The President’s Killer Lover (13)

Le Tong lowered his eyes and stood quietly behind Lu Yanjin.

The two greeted each other and entered the banquet hall together.

The meeting between the two heads of state was nothing more than talking about cooperation in some countries. Le Tong listened carefully, but she still paid a little attention to Qiu Peilin. I don't know if it was because Qiu Peilin was her employer. She always felt that Qiu Peilin is very abnormal today, seems a little complacent, a little different from usual, is there some kind of conspiracy?
This emotion lasted until the end of the dinner party. Walking outside the living room, the feeling not only did not decrease, but became more and more intense. Le Tong slowed down, his cold eyes swept across the crowd around him, and his ears barely moved. , besides the noisy cheering and flashing lights, there seemed to be other things around...

The sound of air vibrating, like a metallic object quickly piercing through the air resistance...

Le Tong's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he quickly ran towards Lu Yanjin...

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the surroundings became quiet.

bang~
The sound of bullets hitting the chest.

Le Tong snorted, the pain rippling around in his chest, the smell of blood filled the tip of his nose, the sound of chaotic footsteps, panicked screams, and the sound of the table being overturned lingered in his ears...

Lu Yanjin caught Le Tong subconsciously, his eyes darkened.

At the moment of the gunshot, the president's security personnel started to move and approached Lu Yanjin quickly and orderly, forming a human wall around the president, with three layers inside and three layers outside, surrounding Lu Yanjin tightly, like The iron wall was impregnable, and every bodyguard looked as if they were retreating. They all looked around vigilantly, waiting for the battle, and even made preparations to block bullets with their bodies.

Bai Shaohan walked up to Lu Yanjin in a little panic, looked at Lu Yanjin nervously, "Your Excellency, are you injured?"

Lu Yanjin stood in the middle with his wooden hand in his arms. He didn't lose his footing because of the chaos in the arena. He was still noble and calm, poised and calm, invisible and reassuring.

He tightened Mutong's shoulders, and said in a deep voice, "Retreat first, leave some personnel to maintain order, and leave a medical team to check if anyone is injured."

Bai Shaohan nodded.

With Le Tong in his arms, Lu Yanjin got into the president's car under the escort of a group of people.

As soon as he got into the car, Lu Yanjin immediately asked the medical team in the car to fetch bullets for Mu Tong.

Feeling safe, Le Tong finally couldn't hold on and fell into darkness.

Lu Yanjin looked at the gunshot wound on her chest with a complicated expression. It was the bodyguard's responsibility to block the gun. He didn't expect the translator to block the gun for him.

At that time, he also noticed the air shock, and he could dodge it safely with his skills, but he didn't expect Mu Tong's speed to be so fast, so he rushed over.

"Ding~ The target character's favorability towards the raider is +5, and the favorability value is now 25."

It's just... the skill of this translator seems to be too good, so good... It's weird.

How can ordinary people have such a quick movement like her.

Lu Yanjin narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a dangerous light, and his probing eyes fell on Mu Tong's body. Suddenly, his eyes froze, and the skin on Mu Tong's chest seemed not quite right.

"Wait a minute." Lu Yanjin hurriedly called to stop.

The doctor stopped when he heard the words, a little uncertain about what the president was thinking.

"Your Excellency, what's the matter?" Due to the special situation, Bai Shaohan did not sit in the front as usual, but sat in the back compartment. The words just now obviously came from his mouth.

(End of this chapter)