My Heart Yearns For You

The shooter came to Yan Shaokun step by step, with hot smoke from the muzzle of his gun.

"You don't think so?"

The man has a hoarse voice, and his eyes are full of happy and excited smiles.

"You Wasn't he killed? " Yan Shaokun vomited a mouthful of blood and glared at the man.

This person is the prisoner who used to call Tang Yao the master. He is also the one who shot at her and made her fall from the cliff.

"It was my brother who was killed. I didn't mean to see that the marshal and his wife were so devoted that they wanted you two to die with a gun!"

With a cold smile, the prisoner raised his foot to kick Yan Shaokun off the cliff.

At this critical moment, Yan Shaokun quickly took out his waist gun and fired a precise shot at the wrist of the prisoner.

"Ah The prisoner grinned with pain, and his gun fell to the ground.

Yan Shaokun sweeps his leg, throws the gun to the bottom of the cliff, and then imprisons the prisoner with his backhand, holding the gun to his temple.

"Spare my life, spare my life..." The prisoner's face turned white and he lost his spirit.

"Why kill her?" Yan Shaokun raised his feet and stepped on the neck of the prisoner, with an air of penetration.

"The little one just obeys orders. I dare not disobey them..." Death row explained hastily, "after all, we are reborn when we come out of prison alive. How can we take the risk and lose our lives..."

"Who ordered you? Who released you from your cell? " Yan Shaokun sternly questioned, but he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood because he was too excited.

The prisoner's eyelids jumped and said: "commander, please let me go. You will lose too much blood and be in a coma. Then you can't kill me or save yourself."

But Yan Shaokun didn't think so. He added a little more strength to his feet.

"Say it He really wanted to tear this man to pieces, but the important information held by the death row forced him to resist killing.

In his army, there's a mole, and he has to get rid of it.

"It's yours..." Death row just want to live, no other.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was shot in the head by people in the jungle not far away, and died directly.

Yan Shaokun was stunned, and his cheetah like eyes shot straight in the direction of the gunshot.

Adjutant Zhang came out, followed by two or three people.

"Take the marshal to the hospital quickly!" Adjutant Zhang ordered.

But Yan Shaokun stood up, raised his bloody hand and slapped adjutant Zhang.

"Who made you shoot? Did I let you shoot him? " Yan Shaokun roared.

"In order to protect the safety of the marshal, I can only do so." Zhang responded in a low voice.

His first duty is to protect Yan Shaokun at all costs.

What else did Yan Shaokun want to say, but he vomited blood and passed out.

When he woke up, he was lying on the big bed at home.

Su Qingqing is sitting on one side weeping, and his family doctor is wrapping a bandage around his wound.

"Marshal, you wake up. You are scared to death..." Su Qingqing cried and laughed, and the servants beside him were relieved.

Yan Shaokun rubbed his head. At present, his mind is still very confused, and many things are piled up together, which makes him think very hard.

"Where's deputy Zhang?" He remembered the key.

"The adjutant is kneeling outside the door, saying that he killed people without your consent. Please make atonement." Su Qingqing responded in a low voice.

She looked at Yan Shaokun and carefully added: "the adjutant is all for you. Don't be angry, commander."

"Let him in and you all quit." Yan Shaokun had a bad headache, but he knew he had to deal with the business.

Su Qingqing frowned, wiped the corner of his eyes with a handkerchief, and then left the room with the crowd.

After a while, deputy Zhang came in.

Maybe because of kneeling too long and walking a little lame.

"Have you found Madame?" Yan Shaokun took a deep breath, and his eyes were full of sorrow.