Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 158: A Kick from the Heavens
Human bomb, who knows how powerful that bomb is? Everyone is running, trying to get as far away from that place as possible.
Song Yi’s fall goes unnoticed by anyone.
At the same time.
"Captain Tang, the opponent has a remote sniper!" someone reports.
Tang Si’s eyes turn cold, and he speaks into the intercom: "Can Chen Jiu locate them?"
Chen Jiu replies: "Searching—"
The opponent is clearly prepared, with a fake Jiang Yan, several human bombs, and a sniper.
It looks like a terrorist attack, not a rescue mission for Jiang Qin.
...
Song Yi is only grateful that her parents are probably out drinking with their two mutual friends, likely leaving to drop someone off or handle matters.
She just checked, they weren’t inside.
She squints against the bright light, desperately trying to dodge it.
But her mind is blank, her whole body numb.
She doesn’t know which direction to dodge in, her mind lacks this kind of knowledge, she hasn’t been trained.
All she knows is that there’s a gun, the dark barrel pointed directly at her head.
In the next few seconds, that bullet might just pierce her head.
Subconsciously she feels fear, a suffocating sensation like drowning.
She just doesn’t want to die, she simply refuses to.
Zhou Liang wants to pull Song Yi towards him, but because of her fall, she’s a bit far.
His heart hangs with worry.
Suddenly, a figure flashes by, pulling Song Yi to the side.
Song Yi feels her whole body being dragged, causing excruciating pain.
A man’s low grunt reaches her ears.
Her tightly shut eyes open, revealing a gentle face.
The features somewhat resemble Tang Si’s, yet are quite distinct.
Gentle versus wild.
This is... Wen Mu.
"You..." Song Yi starts to speak, but finds her voice hoarse.
Her eyes are red, she can no longer cry, her heart feels clogged with cotton.
"Are you okay?"
Song Yi realizes the bullet struck Wen Mu.
"I’m fine." Wen Mu says through clenched teeth, quietly.
He rises up, clutching his left arm, blood continuously oozing from between his fingers, as if racing to escape.
It quickly soaks through his sleeve, trailing down to his wrist, palm, and the back of his hand, eventually dripping onto the floor.
The night sky, once bright with a full moon and flickering stars, is suddenly clouded over, concealing the twinkling stars and the moon.
The night is deep, if not for the passing cars on the road and the light reflected from their headlights.
This would be unavoidable.
The clubhouse is already sealed off.
Song Yi furrows her brows deeply, feeling that the current situation is terribly bad.
Yet she has no solution.
Wen Mu looks at Song Yi and speaks again, "Sister-in-law, I’m alright."
How could this possibly be called alright.
"Consultant Wen," Zhou Liang speaks quickly, "find a place to hide. Bleeding like this, you might pass out from blood loss and then go into shock and die."
Zhou Liang has worked under Tang Si for many years, learning a lot of skills.
He has the ability to handle things independently.
He quickly pulls Song Yi and Wen Mu down behind a pillar.
Expecting the sniper to continue targeting others, yet, that doesn’t happen...
...
The bombing defusal is underway, the child has been restrained, and another individual with a bomb has been located by Tang Si.
Inside a certain skyscraper, dimly lit and quiet,
The sniper lies prone in an unfinished cement room on the first floor, motionless, poised for an ambush, waiting for the prey to emerge from behind the pillar.
Through the long-range scope, everything downstairs is clear.
Over there, a small section of Song Yi’s back is exposed, the man smirks coldly, ready to pull the trigger.
The next second, the gun is suddenly kicked away by a descending foot.
The person, holding a rope, swiftly descends from above and crashes through the window, delivering a swift kick to the gun.
Caught completely off guard.
Here is the eighteenth floor!
Before responding, his head is locked by a pair of legs—
