They almost succeeded.
About a kilometer away, numerous headlights suddenly appeared, exposing them instantly.
Song Moting pushed Jiang Xiaoxiao behind a large tree and dashed in the opposite direction, rolling as he landed and drawing his gun.
Jiang Xiaoxiao stood rigidly behind the tree, the sudden fear driving away their hope of imminent rescue.
She waited, closing her eyes, clenching her fists, pressing the child in her arms, concentrating on whether any sounds would come from behind.
She heard nothing, truly nothing.
Silence itself was a kind of terror.
Mu Chen appeared at the alley entrance, a slight smile at the corner of his lips, holding a weapon.
He slowly walked to the front of the forest, his handgun aiming at the tree where Jiang Xiaoxiao was hiding.
"This bullet can penetrate ten centimeters of steel; are you sure you want to resist?"
Song Moting immediately appeared at a right angle.
