"Yun Shang," Qi Yuan held the phone tightly here and his hands were trembling, and blood in his eyes suddenly became flowing, "Yun Shang, speak!"

The telephone line seemed to be disturbed, and nothing could be heard except the screams of riots and gunshots.

As soon as the vice president opened the door, he saw Qi Yuan shouting in his arms and crying to the point of tears.

"What's wrong?" He became nervous.

Qi Yuan shouted so hard that his throat hurt slightly. He glanced at the vice president and said hoarsely: "Call the police quickly..."

No, not right.

That was the location of Kyoto. Qi Yuan immediately hung up the phone tremblingly, and then trembled out the private connection of Huo Siran Central Military Region in his impression. He dialed the wrong number several times, and finally he went through several places. If Qi Yuan hadn't been too incoherent, Han Feng would have understood it long ago.

After listening to it, my face turned pale.

In the office, Huo Siran was flipping through the approval documents absent-mindedly. He was in a daze all day after Lin Yitong left, and had not yet come back to his senses. Then he saw Han Feng running in and saluted with a solemn expression to explain the situation.

Gun case.

A gun case occurred in a five-star hotel where Yun Shang stayed.

Huo Siran's face changed drastically, as if he had instantly awakened from his wandering state. He realized what he had ignored in the past few days. He threw away the documents in his hand and walked out of the Military Commission building with great strides!!

fuck fuck fuck*

Police cars roared around the entire hotel.

The outlaws who were called out were a gang that was targeted by the police in a star-rated hotel for several months. They made a living by kidnapping and dismembering the rich. At this moment, a gap was blown up on the eleventh floor of the hotel. Some outlaws stood high with the crying hostage, shouting at the police.

"Don't go over!" Han Feng saw that Ho Siran got out of the car and walked in, suddenly roaring and suddenly pulled him and blocked him in front.

"Chief, the storm in Z City has not yet passed. If we come out of the military region, there will definitely be someone watching you! If you expose your identity now, you can only let yourself be in danger!!"

Huo Siran's face turned black and his cold eyes swept to the eleventh floor—

Above, the madman was smiling and suddenly pushed the woman who was crying heartbrokenly down the eleventh floor.

"ah--!!!!"

The screams tear through the sky.

The thick buckle arranged by the police had not yet been pulled over. At the critical moment, several people rushed up and then fell to the ground, and the screams of everyone were screaming and screaming. A crisp sound of bone cracks came. The fatal pain was inevitable. Fortunately, none of them were in danger of life.

A scarlet blood rose in Hosran's eyes and he spoke slowly: "Go and call them the sheriff here."

Han Feng hesitated for a moment, then ran away immediately.

Half a minute later, the sheriff had already negotiated with them and the people brought were reinforcements according to their police deployment. Hosran was just a battalion commander in Hanfeng's mouth and went up with the blasting team.

That girl is on it.

Han Feng's heart was in his throat, and he grabbed it and followed him up. He couldn't walk on the elevator, but could only walk on the stairs.

However, there were people guarding the stairs on the eleventh floor. As soon as they appeared, they shot a strait, which intimidated the police and pushed the hostages down as long as someone dared to come up, and they might push them at a window. In order to prevent the blasting team from capturing the rear, they were still piled up at the eleventh floor stairs on the eleventh floor, which were used to prevent them from dropping bombs.

Hosran glanced at the fire elevator that had been shut down, got up and walked towards an elevator door that had been destroyed on the ninth floor.

Han Feng was shocked, he wanted to go in along the elevator passage!!!

"Chief."

"Shut up."

Hosran took off his coat, reached out and clamped the steel cable tightly, tried the force and climbed up. Han Feng looked at the bottomless black hole below the ninth floor, gritted his teeth and followed it up, striving to reach the eleventh floor in front of him.

The location of the madman could be vaguely heard through the elevator door on the floor. After hearing this, Huo Siran made a gesture. Han Feng believed it without a doubt and raised his gun and pointed it at the elevator door.

Then there was only an explosion below the tenth floor, and the madmen's attention was attracted. The elevator door then slowly opened silently. The "bang bang" gunshots exploded throughout the eleventh floor with screams. The people who were shot fell downstairs with screams, and the members of the blasting team who were ambushed on the tenth floor also rushed up instantly.

In the middle of the explosion and gunshot, a dark purple figure shrank in the corner and gently raised his head, his eyes fixed on the upright figure who was splattered with blood.

There was a slight scratch on her face and arms, but her eyes were clear and moving.

My dear Brother Huo. Long time no see.

…………

Long after coming out, Yun Shang's slender body was still shaking.

There was amazement in Huo Siran's eyes.

I just walked around and couldn't find her. I pulled up a girl who seemed to be only fourteen or fifteen years old and saw her for a long time. I almost cried. I was frowning and cursing that I couldn't find her. A gentle hand pulled him behind me. The moment when Huo Siran looked back, he almost couldn't recognize it-

She actually looked like this.

Hosran protected her downstairs, and the posture she held in her arms was not considered a hug, but after she went downstairs, she refused to let go, her hands tremblingly clenched him tightly.

"This battalion commander," the sheriff ran over, "What do you call it? I have to take you back to the police station to report. You helped us a lot just now..."

Hosran interrupted him in a slow voice: "You're welcome. It's just that there are hostages, I have to take them away first."

Take the hostages?

The police were surprised that this was not in line with the rules and was about to refute him. Hanfeng walked up and patted him on the shoulder and walked him over to speak.

Hosran also patted the back of the person in his arms, and said "I'm sorry" in her ear. Then, after a long time of speech, he patted her again and took her to the car.

The mood was extremely complicated along the way.

fuck fuck fuck*

Seeing her drinking hot water at the head of the bed, Hosran frowned so hard that he walked over and grabbed the phone and was about to call.

"No need to hit me," Yun Shang raised his water eyes and said softly, "My parents don't know that I'm staying in this hotel, I didn't say it, so even if I hear the news, I don't know if I have mine."

Huo Siran's eyebrows were so tight that they couldn't open.

Hang up the phone, "Yun Shang, listen, it has nothing to do with them knowing or not..."

——It was his negligence that put her in danger, and he was responsible.

"Why do you have to talk too much?" Yun Shang held the water cup and smiled softly, "You don't want my parents to worry, right? Besides, it's all right now."

That smile made Hosran feel a headache.

After a while, he nodded with a pale face, sat on the sofa and pressed his eyebrows for a while, opened his eyes and said, "What else do you lack? I'll buy it for you."

Yun Shang shook his head and put down his cup: "I haven't seen you since I returned to Kyoto. It's been five or six days now. Why do you run away as soon as you meet? Do you think I've changed so much that I can't recognize me, or are you afraid that I will eat you?"

Hosran thought about it, but the awkwardness was unexplainable. He sneered: "You seem to have become ignorant."

Yun Shang shrugged: "Just because I didn't call you when I met you? You're so rustic now. Besides, I'm not your sister, so I'll call you the name from now on."

Hosran snorted coldly: "No big or small."

"It's true that it's neither big nor small. I'm already older. My 23rd birthday is over," Yun Shang puts his hands on the bed, "Sran, are you happy to see me?"

Hosran said coldly in his heart, and heard her screaming even more and more wrong.

"You sit down first," he pointed at the sofa handle, "I will send someone to guard here for 24 hours, and the police station still has to come forward to deal with it."

Yun Shang nodded sensibly and sent him to the door.

"You don't want to ask why I suddenly came back when I stayed well in France?" She stood at the door in a slender manner and asked him with a smile.

"Why?" Hosran asked casually.

"Because I saw news the day before returning to China, the news said that a series of blasting cases occurred in City Z, and someone boldly took advantage of the opportunity to inspect the waters to ambush the head of the Central Military Region. At that time, the news said that the vehicle overturned and exploded, and no body was found, but the person disappeared for no reason. I was very anxious, so I booked the air ticket and came back immediately."

Her eyes stared at him brightly.

Hosran paused and looked at her: "Come back and see me for the last time?"

Yun Shang was stunned and then smiled, a surprise and helpless smile. I don’t know if this man couldn’t understand it or if she wasn’t saying it clearly enough.

She raised her hand and drew a thread on him with her head, smiling gracefully and generously: "I'm a little taller and worthy of you, right?"

Huo Siran's eyes darkened.

Speaking of which, she is about the same age and height as Lin Yitong, but her professional relationship seems to have a straight back that is not inferior to that of a soldier. Tongtong is relatively shorter than that of a soldier. Every time she stands and kisses her, she always complains that her neck is sore. He always smiles and says, "Hold her." Isn't this little fool? When he lowers his head, he doesn't feel sore?

When he thought of this, his eyes were full of gentleness, and he didn't even notice it.

"Yun Shang, I haven't told you something yet, right?" Huo Siran changed his shoes at the door, put his hands into his trouser bag and turned around and asked with a straight face.

She smiled: "Hmm?"

"I'm married," he said.

Her smile slowly froze on her face.

"It is inconvenient for her to meet her if she doesn't meet in this city. When the time is right, I'll take you to meet you, huh?" he asked thoughtfully.

Yun Shang lowered his head and gently fiddled with the rosary on his wrist.

Hosran frowned: "Unhappy?"

Yun Shang tried hard to suppress the emotions in his heart, shook his head, gently touched the wound on his face with the back of his hand, raised his flickering eyes and asked him softly: "Will this... be disfigured?"

It turns out that I'm worried about this.

Huo Siran felt relieved. He thought she might have something else to do. Now... forget it, he probably thought too much.

"It shouldn't be possible. I'll find a military doctor to come and see you."
To be continued...