Chapter 1320 Injury (1)

Wushuang, who had been buried in Mu Jinchen's arms, naturally heard Mu Jinchen's muffled groan. It was not until now that she asked her with red eyes, "Where are you hurt?"

Mu Jinchen shook his head and kissed her forehead, "Are you hurt?"

Wushuang shook his head, and his bloodstained little hand trembled as he stroked Mu Jinchen's back.

Mu Jinchen pulled down her little hand and held it in his palm, and asked Mu Zhilan on the other side of his arms with concern, "Mother, is there anything wrong?"

Mu Zhilan's face was pale and ugly. She was afraid that her son would worry, so she shook her head with trembling.

After so many years, this was the first time she saw such a scene. It was really terrible.

The whole process actually took only a few minutes. In fact, in a country like China with strict gun control, it is generally difficult for ordinary people to see guns.

The hail of bullets probably only happens in wartime.

Generally, young women would be scared, but Wushuang was still calm. She knew that Mu Jinchen must be injured. Maybe she was afraid that they would worry, so she kept enduring.

"Let's leave here first." Mu Jinchen walked out the door holding Wushuang in one hand and Mu Zhilan in the other.

Just as they reached the door, a person who shouldn't be here came into view.

Xia Su glanced at the three people in the group, and her cold eyes became even colder after seeing Mu Zhilan's pale face, "What's wrong?"

Mu Zhilan glanced at her lightly and shook her head.

"R country is really good at governing the country. Such a large-scale gunfight actually happened under the feet of the emperor. I think the most urgent thing for the king is to go back and find out who is behind it. Excuse me."

Mu Jinchen glanced at him coldly and walked past him.

"By the way, if the king doesn't mind, please let me interrogate the person in charge before making a decision."

Mu Jinchen said this before the driver started the car.

Xia Su put his hands behind his back and kept looking at the car that was getting farther and farther away. His deep pupils shrank slightly.

"The whole process is a carpet-style search, regardless of life or death." The cold tone is enough to freeze three miles.

-

After getting in the car, Wushuang immediately went to grab Mu Jinchen's back.

"Shuangshuang, be careful with your hands."

Mu Zhilan looked at Wushuang's bloody hands and felt very distressed.

Mu Jinchen grabbed her little hands again and shook his head. At this time, his brows were locked into a Sichuan character, and he clenched his teeth and let the cold sweat come out.

"Mom, Mu Jinchen was shot."

Hearing this, Mu Zhilan's face was horrified. He had been worried about Wushuang just now, but he didn't care about his son.

"Chen'er..."

Mu Jinchen gritted his teeth, trying to make his face look better, and shook his head at Mu Zhilan, "Don't worry, mother, the bullet just grazed my shoulder, but didn't penetrate. Just go back and apply some medicine and bandage it. I have notified the medical team from Country R to come over. If I can't hold on later, have someone bandage Wushuang first. Her hand..."

Mu Jinchen fainted from excessive blood loss before he finished speaking. He wanted to hold on until he got back, but he couldn't hold on any longer.

"Mu Jinchen..."

"Chen'er..."

Wushuang opened his eyes wide and watched Mu Jinchen fall into his arms.

Mu Zhilan was also very worried, and quickly pulled Mu Jinchen's hand, "Shuangshuang, what happened to Chen'er?"