"The phone has been disconnected, I don't know." Zuo Han said with a serious face: "But one thing is certain, it is a matter of life and death."

"In this case..." Zuo Shiyi thought for a moment and said: "The commander of the Wei Navy Division is my old regiment leader. I asked him to help find someone to take a look first."

The army cannot be mobilized casually. Zuo Shiyi must have made this call in the name of the Zuo family, and it also shows that he really takes Zuo Han's matter seriously.

Zuo Han naturally understood this and said sincerely: "Thank you, I will be rewarded."

Zuo Shiyi didn't understand the weight of Zuo Han's words, so he smiled indifferently and hung up the phone to Wei Haijun Division.

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"Damn it, I'll kill you..."

The Eastern European killer, who was still majestic before, is now in an extremely embarrassed state, one eye is bruised and swollen, his left hand is covering his neck, and blood is bleeding from his fingers. His right hand is holding a pistol tremblingly, pointing at He Ye and He Ye who are lying in front of them.

Mo Fan.

When Zuo Han was desperately looking for help, He Ye and Mo Fan did not sit still and wait for death.

Mo Fan was shot and it was unclear whether he was alive or dead. He Ye was a woman, so the killer relaxed his vigilance somewhat and wanted to go closer and check.

Unexpectedly, just when he bent down to pick up Mo Fan, Mo Fan suddenly pulled out a dagger and slashed it towards his throat.

Fortunately, the killer reacted quickly, otherwise the throat would have been cut. But even so, there was still a large gash on the neck.

At the same time, He Ye also got angry and hit his right eye with the rolling pin.

The killer instinctively raised his foot and kicked Mo Fan out, hitting He Ye with it. Then he took a few steps back before reluctantly opening his eyes.

"I'm going to kill you, kill you..." The killer kept trembling, not knowing whether it was pain or anger.

The killer was annoyed that he was careless, and He Ye was so regretful that his liver ached.

What kind of rolling pin are you using? If I had known, I should have stabbed him to death with an iron drill!

Faced with the threat of the killer, He Ye was not afraid. He supported Mo Fan, who was as angry as silk, and roared angrily:

"Kill him, kill him. If I frown, I'll just shrug it off."

"I won't let you die so easily..." The killer raised his pistol and approached He Ye step by step with a grin: "I will make you beg me to kill you."

He Ye glared at the killer fiercely and quietly took the dagger from Mo Fan's hand and hid it behind his wrist.

Even if he died, he would be able to see his father and mother, and there would be nothing worth remembering anyway.

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, He Ye suddenly felt distressed.

A face suddenly appeared before his eyes, smiling warmly at himself.

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Chapter completed!