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C1073 He Was Shot!



C1073 He Was Shot!

A bullet almost brushed past Gong Moyi's arm. She felt a sharp pain on her arm. It should be from her skin.    

    

Xiyan Cheng saw this and quickly pressed her back. He said, "Moyi, we must rush out immediately. I will go over first. You guys follow behind."    

    

"Mr Cheng is too dangerous!" Gong Moyi said, "I have already informed the reinforcements. We will delay for a while. The reinforcements will arrive very soon!"    

    

"It's too late. I saw them preparing heavy machine guns." Xiyan Cheng said.    

    

Gong Moyi's heart suddenly tightened. If it was really a heavy machine gun, then it would be over.    

    

However, at this moment, there was movement behind the enemy.    

    

Someone was killed, and the original line of defense became chaotic.    

    

"Now!" Xiyan Cheng said, "Let's go!"    

    

After he said that, he dashed out and fired a few bullets at the people on the other side.    

    

The three of them fell to the ground. Gong Moyi and Gong Moxuan also took the opportunity to rush out.    

    

The two of them shot as they retreated to an empty area. Over there, there was a desert off-road vehicle.    

    

At this moment, Gong Moyi saw two people shooting at this group of people. One of them had good marksmanship and almost did not miss a shot.    

    

As the two of them fought, they also retreated towards the desert off-road.    

    

The five of them cooperated and went to the desert. Gong Moyi saw that Beiming Shen was also there. She immediately understood that Beiming Shen must be worried about Beiming Yumo, so he followed them.    

    

And the one who had good marksmanship just now was Beiming Shen.    

    

"Hurry up and leave!" Beiming Shen shouted at the few of them, and everyone quickly got into the car.    

    

The driver was Xiyan Cheng, and Beiming Shen was in the passenger seat.    

    

The two of them cooperated very well with Gong Moyi and Gong Moxuan at the back. As Xiyan Cheng drove, the person on the other side fell.    

    

Finally, the desert off-road had rushed out of the enemy's firing range. The heavy machine gunner had been killed by Gong Moxuan before he had fired.    

    

The thing behind was thrown far away. Gong Moyi heaved a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to check Gong Moxuan's situation, she saw Beiming Yumo's expression was not right.    

    

She turned her eyes and saw that Beiming Yumo's shoulder had been flicked.    

    

Her expression changed and she quickly said, "Yumo, you were shot! Don't move, I'll take out the bullet for you!"    

    

In front, Beiming Shen's heart tightened, and he turned to look at his son.    

    

Just now, he also felt that there was something strange about Beiming Yumo's second shot, but at that time, the situation was urgent, so he didn't pay attention to it.    

    

It seemed that Beiming Yumo had actually been shot at that time, but he had persisted without saying a word until now!    

    

In the back row, Gong Moxuan seemed to have exhausted his physical strength and suddenly closed his eyes again.    

    

Gong Moyi, on the other hand, half-knelt on the seat. She took out medical supplies from her backpack and began to treat Beiming Yumo's wound.    

    

It was the first time Beiming Yumo had suffered such a serious injury in his life.    

    

His face was pale, and his forehead was covered in sweat. He gritted his teeth and did not say a word.    

    

Behind him, the enemy had already set up the heavy machine gun again and was ready to start shooting. In order to get out of the range of the heavy machine gun as soon as possible, Xiyan Cheng turned off all the lights. In the darkness of the night, only the sound of machine gun shooting could be heard.    

    

Gong Moyi tried not to care about everything but to disinfect Beiming Yumo first and prepare to take out the bullets.    

    

"Yumo, what rank did you get in the final exam?" Gong Moyi asked.    

    

Beiming Yumo was stunned and said while enduring the pain: "The specialized class you mentioned?"    

    

Gong Moyi nodded. "Yes, the specialized courses. What specific subjects do they have and how many exams did they take?"    

    

Beiming Yumo's forehead was covered in cold sweat. "97 in macroeconomics, 98 in market analysis... Ah!"    

    

Along with his sudden grunt, Gong Moyi had already used a pair of tweezers to pick up a bullet.    

    


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