Li Shiya ran forward without looking back. She ran with all her strength. She knew that at this moment, Jiang Cheng was using his life to exchange for time for her to escape. Her mind was blank at this moment. Behind her were the sounds of gunshots and explosions from time to time.
The distance of 200 meters was usually a distance that could be covered in half a minute, or even 20 seconds if they were fast. However, at this moment, Li Shiya exerted her potential to the extreme. She used all her strength in her life and ran like an athlete. The distance of 200 meters was covered in the blink of an eye. When she just ran across the street, a Mercedes-Benz happened to pass by. The Mercedes-Benz made an emergency stop, and then two people got out of the car and dragged her into the Mercedes-Benz.
Li Shiya looked at the group of people in front of her in shock and found that they were all typical Asian faces. One of them, who seemed to be the oldest, asked Li Shiya, "Where's the thing? Give it to me quickly! "
Li Shiya looked at the group of people in front of her with a strange look and found that there was a sense of urgency in their eyes. She couldn't help but feel cold in her heart. She and Jiang Cheng had risked their lives to get this thing, and they had completely broken through the hail of bullets to escape. Unexpectedly, they didn't care about the life and death of Jiang Cheng and her, but only cared about the small bottle of potion. This made Li Shiya couldn't help but feel a kind of sadness.
Thinking of this, she took out the bottle of purple potion from her pocket, put her hand out of the window, and said coldly, "The potion is here. Unless you go to save Jiang Cheng immediately, I will throw it out!"
When the leading agent saw that this woman was playing this trick, he couldn't help but feel anxious and angry. The order he received was to bring the potion back to China safely. As for other tasks, such as saving Jiang Cheng's life, the higher-ups said that they could only do it within their ability. They couldn't expose themselves for the sake of an agent's life.
However, in this urgent situation, this crazy woman actually took out something to threaten them. She said that if they didn't save Jiang Cheng, she wouldn't give them the potion, and she would throw it out. It was a glass bottle. If she threw it, it would definitely break! Then this mission would be declared a failure. When the higher-ups investigated, he would not be able to bear the responsibility no matter what!
Thinking of this, Special Agent Wu glanced at Jiang Cheng, who was not far away from the window. He found that Jiang Cheng was already an arrow at the end of its flight. Jiang Cheng was being suppressed by the firepower of Country D. He was hiding behind a pillar, not daring to poke his head out.
The agent said, "Miss, you have to think about the big picture. It's not that we don't want to save Captain Jiang, but it's too late. Look, the Americans are almost at Captain Jiang's side. Even if we attack now, it's useless!"
Li Shiya followed his hand and looked out of the window. She found that Jiang Cheng was hiding behind a large pillar, covered in blood. His white shirt was completely dyed red. His injured foot was not moving at this moment, and it was exposed in a strange shape. Suddenly, the sound of a machine gun swept over. Jiang Cheng's calf, which had not been retracted in time, seemed to have been shot a few more times. Everyone in the car heard Jiang Cheng's scream at the same time.
Seeing this scene, Li Shiya's tears flowed down like a fountain. She resolutely picked up the glass bottle and made a gesture of throwing it out. She said fiercely, "If you don't save my husband right now, I will throw it away right now. Hurry up!" Li Shiya almost roared the last three words.
As soon as the agent saw Li Shiya's agitated expression, he immediately stretched out his hand and kept waving it, saying, "Don't, don't throw it. I'll save him right now!"
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Jiang Cheng kept shooting with his pistol. Eggshells jumped out from the back of the pistol and fell to the ground in a beautiful arc. However, after all, he only had one pistol and only had eight bullets. Soon, he had fired another three bullets, and there were only four bullets left in the magazine. The enemy was already in front of him, less than 20 meters away.
Jiang Cheng had already made his plans. The remaining three bullets would be given to the three enemies at the front, and the last one would be left for himself. He knew that if he was arrested, his family would be closely investigated and monitored by the organization, and his reputation would disappear like a cloud. The best outcome would be to commit suicide, and not let the D Country catch him alive. At that time, at least they would be able to get a martyr.
However, there were too many pursuers from the Americans. Jiang Cheng stole a glance and found that there were at least a dozen cars behind him. The two cars closest to him had already stopped. Seven or eight agents got out of the cars. Jiang Cheng was not sure himself. Just now, he had injured his calf on the road, which made it difficult for him to move. As a result, he was a little slow when moving to another location and was hit in the chest by a bullet.
At this moment, the white shirt on his chest was completely blood-red. The thick blood stuck to his clothes and tightly stuck to his skin, causing Jiang Cheng to feel short of breath. He knew that the shot might have hit his lungs again. This was the third time his lungs had been shot. The first time was when he was fighting with the Al-Qaeda in the desolate Gobi Desert. The second time was when he was shot by the assassin in his hometown. Counting today, it was the third time.
But today, he would not be so lucky. The first time, he had a teammate by his side. The second time, he had a beautiful woman by his side. But today, he only had this heavy Type-92 pistol by his side. Moreover, it was a pistol with only four bullets left. If no one came to rescue him, he would definitely die today!
Jiang Cheng's vision began to blur. He felt as if all the strength in his body had been sucked out. He could not exert any strength in his injured calf. He used all his strength, but he could not pull it in.
Just when Jiang Cheng tried to pull his calf in for the second time, a series of sudden gunshots rang out. In the next second, no, it should be 0.1 seconds. Jiang Cheng felt that his leg was no longer his. He knew that he had been hit by at least three bullets from the submachine gun. He felt as if his leg had been hit three times in a row at an extremely fast speed.
"F * ck your mother!" Jiang Cheng was furious. He turned to the side, picked up the pistol, and shot the guy who rushed at the front with the submachine gun in one shot.
When the few agents behind saw that the commando in front of them had been shot in the head by the Chinese agent, they did not dare to move forward. They looked for cover. Some hid behind cars, some hid behind the pillars of the shops on the street, and some even lay under the cars, not daring to show their heads.
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