The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 305, Depth of Field, You Have Injury -

Mo Jingshen knows that the warm season will be more sensible in this environment, she has a sense of proportion.

She didn't want to bother people, he wouldn't say more, just pinching the little face she had just woken up and awkward: "Go wash, eat something."

At this time, someone called him outside, like someone was yelling "Mr. Mo", and he looked at the warm season again. Seeing that the warm season had turned to take the toothpaste toothbrush that Feng Ling helped her prepare, he turned and went out.

The season warmed out of the warehouse, brushing his teeth against the grass next to him, and suddenly heard a huge voice coming out of the jungle, deafening, and her hand shook.

Mo Jingshen just went to help her take a bowl of porridge, and heard the things in his hand and walked in the direction of the jungle.

The warm season just wanted to stop him, but her mouth was stuffed with a toothbrush, the white foam stuck to the corner of her mouth, and she sipped her mouth with water and water. When she turned around, the ink was deep.

"Mrs. Me, don't go over." Seeing the warmth of the season to keep up, Feng Ling quickly came over and held her shoulder: "It is the large minefield in the jungle that was detonated, and there will be successive explosions, you don't care. ”

"Then what are they doing?" The warmth of the season, the ink of Shen Jing Shen’s eyes suddenly sinks, and what should have happened.

Then she saw that more than twenty people in the base were rushing to the direction of the jungle. They all wore a uniform black suit with a knife and a gun at their waists. They looked serious and the front few still wore them. The bulletproof vest and the explosion-proof shield, this scene looks as serious as yesterday in the hinterland of the camp.

Nan Heng has no idea where to go, and those who are headed by those people are making orders.

Seasonal warm question: "Is there something wrong with it? I heard about their leader last night, is that the escape called Ajib?"

"I have escaped, but they can't escape this jungle." Feng Ling is now trying not to hide the warmth of the season, lest she think about it, and said directly: "But I didn't expect Ajibu to be honest, they have long been in the cave. Eight children were tied in the village on the other side of the Sa Lake. They were locked in a minefield behind the jungle. Now their people can’t escape, but they threaten the lives of innocent children and ask us to let them Leave the jungle safely, otherwise the children will..."

"Eight children?" The season warmed and frowned.

"Yes, the average age of the children is no more than six years old. It has been closed for a few days. I don't know how the children are now, but the news of Nanheng just passed, saying that there is a child in order to escape. Mistaken into the minefield, causing the entire minefield to explode."

"What about the child?"

"...dead." Feng Ling’s voice sank: "There is one dead, and seven..."

The average age of children under the age of six, these people are actually mad, so many children have been arrested to stay as their escape!

A group of innocent children were implicated in the dispute between them and the Ajib’s group. They did have the responsibility to save the children.

The warm season is thinking, the ink Jing Shen has already come back, her eyes passed over her and she fell on the body of Feng Ling, and finally looked at the warm season: "When you wash, you go to eat."

Seeing his look, the season warmly said: "You want to go in with them?"

"Ok."

"But you still have injuries! Can't move! Not to mention the people of Nanheng and the base, including the people brought by Ente police officers, you don't have to go -"

"Ajib’s goal is me."

The warmth of the season was suddenly squatting in, and I wanted to talk. Now he has no time to say more, only to indicate that the block is warm and back to the compartment in the warehouse.

The warmth of the season is tight: "You have injuries on your body -"

Ink Jing looked at her with a glance: "Soon the lives of those children are gone."

The warmth of the ear raised the sound of the explosion just now, thinking of the innocent child being killed alive, only the whole body of blood seems to flow in an instant.

She can't breathe some.

Although I know that innocent children are implicated because of them, although it is impossible to sit and watch.

But she still has a selfish corner in her heart, wanting her to speak and asking him not to go.

Suddenly, the season warmed: "I am going with you..."

"You stay here." He interrupted her with a slap in the face: "Ling Ling, look at her."

"But you are hurt like this now, I am following you, I may still be..."

"You give me the honest stay here, no one can go."

Just a few words are unprecedentedly harsh, and the ink-faced face is staring at the warmth of the season, almost orders.

The season was stagnant in place and did not move.

Ink Jingjing gave Feng Ling a look, and Ling Ling went straight to the hand of the season.

What do you want to say in the warm season? But in the end, you just close your mouth and can't say a word.

Mo Jing turned his head and walked in the direction of the group of people. When he took a few steps, he suddenly said: "Have a good stay here, don't get hurt."

......

It took more than an hour for them to fly into the jungle by helicopter.

The successive explosions sounded, I don’t know where the mine was stepped on, and I didn’t know which side had fired.

Here, the warm season can only be heard in the jungle, there seems to be a variety of roaring sounds, the other do not know.

She ran out of the warehouse uncontrollably and looked inside. Feng Ling was also relatively silent at this time. She did not comfort her to persuade her as usual. Obviously, Ajib set up an ambush near the dangerous minefield. This is not It’s an ambush, but a force majeure bomb, and even more powerful people can hardly resist the danger of this step by step.

The most worrying about the warm season is Mo Jingshen, and the people who are worried about Feng Ling, in addition to Mr. Mo, there is Nan Heng, and the brothers she was born and died.

The warmth of the season reminds me that before she went to sleep yesterday, she went to help her turn the switch of the electric fan to the lowest level. When she straightened up, the painful body trembled and almost did not stand still.

In this way, he went in, how to save those children?

She suddenly turned to look at Feng Ling: "The person who cares the most worried about it is here. Is it better to go along with it, even if it is broken together, it is better than worrying alone."

The seal was stunned, obviously it was said by the warmth of the season, but it was still apathy: "Mr. Mo told me that I must look at you, you can't go anywhere."

The warm season looked at a small helicopter parked not far away, and looked at the key in the waist of the waist. Suddenly hooked the lips, meaning profoundly: "The driving skills of my car are quite good. The direction of control has always been very flexible. I heard that this helicopter is not as complicated to drive as a passenger airliner. You said, can I drive it?"

"Mrs. Me, don't be impulsive."

"Feng Ling, my man is there."

"No."

"You are also a man."

(End of this chapter)