"Are you okay?"

He seemed calm and collected.

The elusive Song Moting appeared in front of them.

Quietly.

She nodded.

"Let's go!"

He said, holding her arm and leading her to the door.

Jiang Xiaoxiao stretched out his hand and held the chubby hand tightly.

Song Moting picked up the little boy and said, "Hold me tight, close your eyes, I'll be fine soon."

There was a hint of gentleness in the voice, and Jiang Xiaoxiao knew that it was Song Moting thinking of glutinous rice balls.

The boy closed his eyes and leaned tightly into Song Moting's arms.

His little hands tightly grasped the clothes on Song Moting's chest.

When he was on a mission, Song Moting's senses became more acute, and the peace in his heart radiated outward.

The more intense the task, the calmer he becomes, as if time slows down into slow motion.

At this time, he can see and hear every detail, mentally analyze and anticipate the results, and then make decisions and take action.

Everything was done in a blink of an eye, but it felt like it took minutes.

All come to mind.

Adrenaline was flooding through his body, and he could feel the blood flowing through his veins, but his mind remained calm and detached.

Someone once told him that during these moments his face was frighteningly calm and completely expressionless.

They were in almost complete darkness, with heavy curtains covering the only window, blocking most of the light.

Song Moting didn't even open the curtains, finally able to cover their whereabouts.

However, Jiang Xiaoxiao knew that it was night and the noise of patrolling guards outside was slowly decreasing.

She didn't know where it was under her windowsill.

But he didn't feel panic at all. Song Moting came in and out several times. If anyone noticed, they should have noticed it long ago.

This isn't something she should worry about.

Finally there seemed to be some noise coming from the direction of the hall.

Many people are heading in that direction.

Time ticked by, one second, two seconds, and then he carefully held hers with his gloved hand.

His hand was much larger than hers, and she felt its size and its heat wrapped around her cold fingers. Realizing his firm will, he squeezed her gently and then let go.

"We have two minutes to get out of here," he whispered. "Follow my orders."

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't know if she could do it, but the close connection and tacit understanding between the two inspired her.

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded and stood up, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

She forced herself to stand still, brushed the hair from her face,

"I'm ready."

As soon as she took two steps, she heard a burst of gunshots piercing the silence of the night, coming from below them.

In the blink of an eye, he had quietly and quickly turned away from her.

Opening a window, the window was not covered by curtains, so when he looked at her, she could see half of his face hidden in the darkness, and the other half illuminated by the dim light were his high, clear cheekbones.

Bones, a square and strong chin, and lips as clear-cut as a Greek statue.

"Look at me," he instructed, "look at my gestures."

He explained to her the basic hand gestures, a fist raised high for "stop," and an open hand for just "pause."

There are also gestures for moving forward and hiding.

Fortunately they don't have to go far.

"We are going out through this window," he said in a low voice, "There is a height of five meters from the window to the ground, and there is no place to lean on. I will take you down, and when you jump to the ground, leave the brightly lit place and wait.

In the shadow of the building, try to reduce your stature as much as possible, do you understand?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded, she whispered, got up and walked through the window.

Then the whole person flew into the air.

She wanted to lean on him, but she was worried that she would hinder his movements.

Her life... and his... depended entirely on his expertise.

She couldn't help, but at least she could stay out of the way.

Suddenly a guard appeared in front of them. When he saw them, he was obviously stunned for a moment, then shouted loudly, and without thinking, he reached out and drew his gun.

Song Moting took action almost before the guards saw them.

While he put the child in his arms into Jiang Xiaoxiao's arms and pushed her against the wall, he got down on one knee to pull out the gun on his ankle.

The guard panicked for a moment and fired too early. The bullet penetrated the cement floor three meters in front of him.

Song Moting raised his hand calmly.

Jiang Xiaoxiao had no expression on his face when he saw him shooting.

His first shot hit the guard's chest, but he shot another shot between the eyebrows.

The guard fell.

Song Moting grabbed Jiang Xiao's hand and pulled her to stand up.

Screams sounded in the distance, and rapid footsteps ran towards them.

"quick!"

He pushed her toward the left exit.

Protecting her and the child, he ran into the underground garage.

Mu Chen hugged Mu Shaocheng, "Dad! Dad!"

"Respiratory failure, dad is dying. Brother..."

Mu Chen panicked and tested Mu Shaocheng's breathing. He was gradually weakening, and his whole body was dying at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.

Mu Feng stood up and pulled out the weapon from his waist.

"Brother, Jiang Xiaoxiao cannot die, he must be captured."

Mu Feng ran out of the room without hearing anything.

He ran towards the stairs at the end of the corridor, but instead of going down the stairs, he climbed over the railing and jumped directly to the stairwell platform on the next floor, and rushed into Ziluo's room.

Zi Luo looked at her elder brother with a pale face, breathing rapidly, and the oxygen mask formed a layer of mist under her rapid breathing.

Zi Luo fell ill again.

Mu Feng picked up Zi Luo, as carefully as a treasure.

"Big...brother!"

"Brother will take you to see a doctor."

Mu Feng picked up Zi Luo.

This time he arrived on the first floor.

The gunfire seemed to come from directly below and to the right, near the back garden.

There was the bottom of Jiang Xiao's small room, just as they expected.

The garden was almost full of people, and the security personnel tried in vain to find Song Moting's shadow.

But when they saw Mu Feng holding Zi Luo in his arms, they all stopped automatically.

"Go find it! No matter what the cost."

Mufeng shouted.

Watching all the guards turn around and rush into the night.

Mufeng slowed down and thought.

Song Moting will try to obtain transportation instead of escaping on foot, but the vehicles are parked in a guarded outdoor parking lot. The underground parking lot of the villa is Mu Shaocheng's favorite.

The most dangerous place is the safest place.

Run towards the garage area.

Emergency lights illuminated the entire villa, which was crowded with armed guards.
To be continued...