The modern me and the Republic of China her

Chapter 271
Xue didn't know when to speed up.

Lin Mi's eyes were covered by his father, but the tip of his nose felt a biting chill.

When she heard the sound of snow falling, she was very anxious.

He even discerned Qilan's heavy breathing when he was constantly struggling.

"Father, go and help him, I beg you!"

While begging, she slid her knees to the ground, twisted hard, and ran out from under Mr. Lin's palm.

Seeing this, Mr. Lin wanted to pull her, but she avoided him again.

She ran towards the kitchen and picked up a pair of tongs.

This poker was taken from Zhu Juanjuan's house as a weapon, and finally I had a chance to try it out.

Chen Xing picked up the guns that Qilan threw over, and there were three in his hand at the moment, which was very spectacular.

But he can't shoot, so he can only run towards Mr. Lin with his arms in his hands:
"You come, I won't!"

When Mr. Lin saw that he sent three of them at once, he couldn't help feeling sad when he remembered that he had already handed in his pistols when he resigned.

But the reality does not give Major General Lin too much time to think about life, because Qilan can't hold on anymore.

He reached out and hooked a handy gun, aiming at the indistinguishable target on the snow.

Qilan's back rubbed against the snow, and it was so cold that he was forced to break out in a cold sweat.

Hearing Lin Mi's voice, he thought it would be better to escape by himself so as not to worry her.

So he added a little more strength, shrunk his neck, and avoided the punch that the masked man slammed on the head.

Following the trend, he jumped up, freed one hand, quickly bent his arm, and hit the chest of the person who buried his head in beating him hard.

It was extremely difficult for Mr. Lin to aim left and right:

Every time the trigger was pulled, Qilan's position changed again.

Can this kid lie still and let the masked man hit him a few times, and he will make another shot, won't everyone be happy?

Lin Mi looked back at his father, and deeply realized the truth that "it is better to ask for others than to ask for oneself".

To save Qilan, he had to fight by himself.

She took the tongs and picked up a bucket half-frozen on the way.

It is very heavy to carry.

She tried her best with both hands, but she still couldn't lift the barrel.

Chen Xing saw that a little girl was trying so hard, and patted her still-shocked head, ready to do it a second time.

After all, Qilan just saved his life, if he doesn't help, is he still a man? !
Lin Mi heard footsteps approaching, but before he could see clearly, he felt his hand loosen.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that it was Chen Xing who was holding the bucket tightly with both hands, and was about to do something with it.

He ruthlessly threw the bucket in the direction of the fight: "Come on!"

Qilan glanced out of the corner of his eye, it's terrible, a heavy bucket flew low like a goose with a broken wing!

Lin Mi was frightened, and Mr. Lin was so frightened that the gun in his hand plunged into the snowdrift under his feet with a "poof".

That wooden barrel was no less lethal than a small cannonball. Not only did it hit the masked man's back with precision, it made a loud noise that shook the world.
It also smashed the other party's eyes with gold stars and vomited blood.

Qilan took the opportunity to kick him in the stomach with both legs, making him somersault.

Another palm was slapped directly on his forehead, knocking the man to the ground.

Mr. Lin was amazed at this, this kid's kung fu seems to have almost caught up to two-thirds of Lin Yitang's level, and if they fight, they may not lose to his nephew.

Thinking of this, the uncle felt sad again: "The poor child has been locked up for almost a week, and he can't see whether he is alive or dead, alas"

Chen Xing witnessed the supernatural power of a wooden barrel, ran over triumphantly, and kicked the masked man rolling on the ground.

Qilan also continued to show off her leg skills, sweeping over to make up a few kicks.

The two cooperate with each other, like playing football in the snow, it is a joy.

That person couldn't stand this kind of continuous torment, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he begged for mercy:

"I beg you guys"

"I have something to say"

Qilan reached out to pull his mask, but he tilted his head to avoid it.

It seems that it is not the mask that is being pulled, but the pants.

"How did you get into the yard and onto the roof?"

Chen Xing rushed ahead of that person and said:
"As soon as I got to the door, I saw this fellow climbing the wall, which made me climb the wall and enter the house, almost twisting my foot."

"He went to the kitchen, and I went to the kitchen too. After a few rounds, the roof collapsed!"

While listening, Qilan looked at Chen Xing resentfully, as if to say: "Since Brother Chen has such fists and feet, why bother to always pretend to be weak, cough?"

The masked man also understands the truth that a good man does not suffer from immediate losses, and thought that if he confessed, he might be able to get a lenient treatment, so he finally opened his mouth:

"I'm just a...worker."

"Halfway. Follow me."

Seeing that what should be solved was almost solved by the two young men.

Mr. Lin lost control of his emotions and fired a gun.

This shot came at the wrong time!

Qilan desperately hoped to dig out some information from him, but unexpectedly there was a "bang", and there was a smell of gunpowder.

The man was dead in all directions in an instant.

Lin Mi looked back in confusion, and saw smoke coming from the muzzle of the gun in his father's hand.

Qilan swayed back, like a deflated ball.

Originally, I wanted to drag this person to ask if it was a killer or plainclothes sent by the police station.

Chen Xing got closer, and his face, which had been covered with mud before, was covered with a thick layer of blood spurted out.

Angrily, he stomped his feet fiercely, and stood motionless in the snow without saying a word.

Qilan suddenly thought of something again, and quickly reminded:

"Where is Chris, why didn't she come back with you?"

"Didn't you swear to me that you would protect her?"

When Chen Xing heard this, he jumped up on the spot, grabbed Qilan's arm with both hands, opened his eyes wide and asked in surprise:

"You mean, Miss Chris hasn't come back yet?!"

"It's over!"

Seeing his serious expression, Qilan knew that he had hurt Acacia, so she quickly closed her eyes.

"She left work early tonight, saying that she wanted to come back early to have dinner with you."

"I walked halfway with her, and she asked me why I knew her name."

Qilan and Lin Mi spoke almost at the same time:
"What did you say?"

Chen Xing held his forehead with one hand, and waved with the other:

"Oh, what else can I say, tell the truth."

"I just told you how to save the civil servant brother in the river."

When he said this, his eyes darkened: "Too bad, she's probably, no, [-]% sure, she's going to the hospital to find that man!"

After hearing this, Qilan really felt anxious for this buddy: "Isn't this just letting the sheep go to the tiger's mouth?"

In front of Lin Mi, he didn't want to speak out, because she was worried about Chris' safety.

He had no choice but to walk behind Chen Xing, cough a few times, and bring his thoughts back to reality.

"In this way, let's send Lin Mi and her father to my yard first, and then discuss how to sneak into the hospital to save people."

Chen Xing glared at him dissatisfied:

"You send Lin Mi, it's enough for me to go to the hospital by myself, Chris didn't come back and I didn't let me know until now, what kind of good friend are you!"

Qilan pushed him aggrievedly: "Didn't I stab you in the ribs just now?"

(End of this chapter)