The gunfire had barely ceased when Qin Mingyang gestured, and several special forces soldiers with supernatural abilities immediately deployed, using their powers to move towards the direction of the ambush.
Not long after, they returned. "Young Master, they seem to have fled."
Qin Mingyang's brows furrowed into a deep ravine.
Indeed, wherever there were people, there was trouble. He had stumbled multiple times at this airport; it was truly unlucky.
Below, Mo Chen and the others could not see what was happening on the upper floors.
They could only hear the sudden sound of a few heart-stopping gunshots.
Mo Chen's fists clenched fiercely, a sense of unease surging in his heart.
"What the hell, why are there gunshots upstairs!" Luo Shu also yelped in fright.
"Xiao Le should... be... alright..." A hint of worry also surfaced on his fortunate face.
Third Floor.
Except for Luo Xiaole's uncle and brother, everyone else was staring at Luo Xiaole's "corpse" on the ground with expressions of deep regret...
Anyone who witnessed such a scene of self-sacrifice to save others,
would inevitably be moved.
Even the doctor shook his head helplessly at this point.
As a doctor, he knew all too well that the location where Luo Xiaole had been shot was beyond any medical help.
Especially after being hit so many times.
Someone who had been observing from the third floor the entire time, shook their head and unwillingly ran downstairs.
"What happened upstairs?"
A crowd surrounded him, asking eagerly.
After all, spectating was ingrained in their bones.
"Alas... don't even mention it. That girl, skinny as a sack, took multiple bullets to shield that young master. She died on the spot..." The person's tone was laced with regret.
"Sack? Isn't that Xiao Le?" Luo Shu and the others were dumbfounded by the person's description.
"How... how could this happen..." Zhou Xiaojun also looked astonished.
In their eyes, how could the little sprout who had performed a miracle last night be gone today?
No... it couldn't be...
Luo Shu's face contorted, on the verge of tears.
Mo Chen beside him heard the detailed description and pondered for a moment.
Then, his gaze focused, fixed on the direction of the third floor, showing no emotion.
"Mo Chen..." Luo Shu looked at Mo Chen with a hint of a sob, despair in his voice, "You wait here, we'll go up and save her!" With that, he tried to rush upstairs.
Mo Chen patted his shoulder, appearing as if nothing was wrong.
However, his steps did not falter as he followed Luo Shu up to the third floor.
As they reached the staircase, they saw Luo Xiaole lying prone, a figure in a pool of blood.
Looking at that frail figure lying there alone, Mo Chen felt an inexplicable pang of sadness.
Yet, his eyes still showed no trace of sorrow.
He strode forward and, with his uninjured arm, scooped Luo Xiaole up from the pool of blood.
He slung her over his shoulder.
He waited quietly for a few seconds, and indeed, he heard a faint but steady heartbeat from his shoulder.
Just as he suspected.
Luo Shu quickly caught up.
He happened to see Mo Chen pulling Luo Xiaole out of the blood.
"We'll be taking our comrade with us now," Luo Shu's eyes were filled with sorrow as he said to Qin Mingyang.
Qin Mingyang nodded slowly.
"Thank her. If it weren't for her, I would have been shot today." Qin Mingyang's lips were also pursed with a hint of regret.
Luo Shu supported Luo Xiaole with one hand, helping Mo Chen lighten his load, his head bowed in sadness.
"And your companion..." Qin Mingyang tilted his chin, indicating Zhu Hui beside him.
Luo Shu looked at Zhu Hui, who lay quietly nearby, clearly awake but feigning unconsciousness, her eyelids trembling uncontrollably.
He sighed, remembering what Luo Xiaole had promised Zhu Hui last night.
"If possible, please take care of her for a while longer. Our team doesn't have a doctor." Luo Shu obviously saw Zhu Hui's gunshot wounds.
He also understood what had happened. "After all, she was injured because of classmate Qin, wasn't she?"
Luo Shu paused, giving Zhu Hui one last look.
He thought, Zhu Hui, this is as far as we can help you.
From now on, we walk our separate paths.
Qin Mingyang nodded.
For him, there was no loss; it was all something that could be used later. A sacrifice of a sheep, so to speak.
Only then did Luo Shu wipe away his tears and, with Mo Chen, carry Luo Xiaole down from the third floor.
Nie Yuan and the others downstairs were also very anxious, pacing on the second floor.
At this moment, seeing Mo Chen and Luo Shu carrying a blood-covered Luo Xiaole down,
their hearts nearly leaped out of their chests.
But they quickly covered Luo Xiaole with their own clothes, ensuring no one else saw her.
They wanted to protect Luo Xiaole's last shred of dignity.
With sorrowful faces, the group shielded Luo Xiaole away from the crowd's sight.
Luo Shu's eyes were brimming with tears, about to fall.
Suddenly, Luo Xiaole, slung over Mo Chen's shoulder, "came back to life"!
"Ouch, Mo Chen, put me down..." Luo Xiaole groaned.
She was too thin, and Mo Chen's shoulders were broad with excellent bone structure.
Unfortunately, it perfectly pressed against her ribs.
"Okay." Mo Chen let out a sigh of relief and smoothly set her down, allowing her to stand steadily on the ground.
"Xiao... Xiao Le... you!" Luo Shu and the others, their tears and snot half-dribbling, stared at her in shock.
"Don't blame me, I just wanted to hide our strength! They can't know we have such powerful clothes... And if I hadn't intervened, Qin Mingyang would definitely be dead by now!" she quickly explained.
"So you... faked your death on the spot?" Luo Shu's mouth was agape, wide enough to fit a hamburger.
"I didn't plan it that way at first. The situation was critical, and after being shot, I realized it wouldn't seem normal if I didn't fall. So I just went with it... Besides, if I hadn't fallen, how would Zhu Hui have had a chance to shine!" Luo Xiaole removed her hat and scarf, tilting her head to look. Good heavens, there wasn't a mark on them.
She couldn't help but feel a chill of fear. If she hadn't managed to strengthen her defense skills in time to block those bullets this time,
Qin Mingyang would be gone today!
But it seemed her acting was quite good. She let out a chuckle.
She then slyly glanced at Mo Chen, only to see him looking as usual.
No sadness, no surprise, just his deep, abyssal eyes quietly gazing at her.
Luo Xiaole couldn't quite describe how she felt. Although she knew Mo Chen had always been unemotional,
this was too calm...
If she had died, would Mo Chen have felt nothing at all?
What a team they were!
Luo Xiaole inwardly tutted a few times, feeling a slight disappointment.
"You really scared us to death!" Luo Shu and the others wiped the cold sweat from their brows, pretending to casually wipe away the wetness from their eyes.
"Alright, alright, then let's get ready to go. Ever since we arrived at this airport, the dangers have only increased," Luo Xiaole sighed.
"I've noticed that too..." Luo Shu grumbled, "We haven't had a single peaceful day."
The group patted their butts and were about to bolt.
"CRASH!"
The glass ceiling of the airport was violently smashed by something.
Glass shattered everywhere!
Several massive dark shadows swooped down from mid-air!
Spreading their wings, they flew towards the people.
Luo Xiaole looked closely and was suddenly startled.
"Mutated bat zombies!"
Nie Yuan was also stunned...
"And... so many of them... Run!!!"