Mo Nuannuan raised her eyebrows and knew what he meant.

The shot he fired just now was aiming at Toktahonov's head, but because she kicked him and took a few steps back, the bullet then shot his hand.

...

Mo Nuannuan smiles,

"I promised to capture it alive!"

Toktahonov is the boss of the Russian gangster. He has too much involvement behind him and even involves secret politics. The American FBI has put in such a big effort to get a question from this man, otherwise he would have been killed directly by sniper long ago. Why would it take so much effort?

Mr. Leng was afraid that Toktahonov would shoot her and injure her, so he had to protect the safety of the hostages both public and private. What's more, the hostage was still his own ghost girl, so he shot.

Mo Nuannuan is so stubborn, how could he not guess this? He must not let the general fail.

"It depends on how tacit we cooperated." Mo Nuannuan blinked and smiled again. She deliberately asked Toktahonov to take her hostage just now, and of course he knew it too.

"We are the Chinese version of the Smiths!"

...

Leng Mofeng's expression between his eyebrows became softer, and his gaze moved lower.

Suddenly, his eyes suddenly became cold, and it was pitch black and thick, condensed into frost, as if even the air around him dropped sharply several degrees in an instant.

The place where she had just been pinched was already a circle of silt purple and pinched blue, which looked particularly dazzling on her snow-white skin.

Leng Mofeng held her palms and slowly tightened. Tie Leng's face had sunk to the extreme. He pursed his thin lips and responded hard.

"Um."

Then he let go, turned around, took two steps, and looked down at the gang boss who had been shot twice and bloody.

Suddenly, a pair of heavy eyes as dark as ink condensed, and a touch of coldness and sinisterness flashed through his eyes.

Leng Mofeng took off the casino waiter's uniform and blazer even slowly, and even unbuttoned the cuffs and rolled the sleeves to the bend of his elbows and arms, twisted his wrists.

...

Just before everyone understood this, Leng Mofeng bent down, raised his hand and pinched Toktahonov's collar, and another high-waving fist hit hard!

Without any hesitation, he smacked heavily on Toktahonov's face.

One, two...

The movements are as cool as the wind.

The veins that were exploding and leaping on the back of the hand were clearly visible, and the half-contained squinted eyes were even more intense.

...

Toktahonov's cheekbones were wanting to be beaten and deformed. Blood was oozing from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. The pain was so painful that his whole body was twitching even harder. He couldn't even shout out the whimper in his throat, and looked at the man in front of him with horror.

Just as Toktahonov was curled up and trying to avoid it, Leng Mofeng turned his wrist, locked the man's elbow, and twisted it hard.

"Gaka---"

It was actually broken.

It was this arm that I just pinched Nuannuan’s neck.

Leng Mofeng felt unsatisfied and stepped on Toktahonov's waist with another kick, which made their eyes turn white and they fainted.

...

The fbi bosses were already stunned.

Lying on the slot!

Brother Leng, who has always been calm and calm, actually got angry...o(╯□╰)o

Mo Nuannuan had already come to her senses, stomped her feet and slapped hard, shouting,

"So handsome! So handsome..."
Chapter completed!