Chapter 557 Take Good Care of Her

"Are you okay?"

He looked calm and composed.

The elusive Song Moting appeared in front of them.

Silently.

She nodded.

"Let's go!"

He said, holding her arm and leading her to the door.

Jiang Xiaoxiao reached out and held the chubby hand tightly.

Song Moting picked up the little boy, "Hold me tight, close your eyes, it will be fine soon."

The voice was a little gentle, and Jiang Xiaoxiao knew that Song Moting was thinking of Tangyuan.

The boy closed his eyes and leaned tightly in Song Moting's arms.

The little hand tightly grasped the clothes on Song Moting's chest.

Song Moting's senses were more acute when he was on a mission, and the calmness in his heart radiated outward.

The more tense the mission, the calmer he became, as if time slowed down to slow motion.

At this time, he could see and hear every detail, analyze and anticipate the results in his mind, and then make a decision and act.

Everything was done in a split second, but it felt like several minutes.

It all emerged in his mind.

Adrenaline was flooding through his body, and he could feel the blood coursing through his veins, but his mind remained calm and detached.

Someone had told him that his face was frighteningly calm and expressionless at these moments.

They were in almost complete darkness, and the only window was covered with heavy curtains, blocking most of the light.

Song Moting didn't even open the curtains, finally able to cover their whereabouts.

But Jiang Xiaoxiao knew that it was night time, and the noise of patrolling guards outside was slowly decreasing.

She didn't know where her window sill was.

But she didn't feel panic at all. Song Moting had been in and out several times, and if anyone had noticed, they would have discovered it long ago.

This was not something she should worry about.

Finally, there seemed to be some noise in the direction of the hall.

Many people were heading in that direction.

Time ticked by, one second, two seconds, and then he carefully held hers with his gloved hand.

His hand was much larger than hers, and she felt its size and its warmth wrapped around her cold fingers. Realizing his firm will, he squeezed her gently, and then let go.

"We have two minutes to get out of here," he whispered. "Follow my instructions."

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't know if she could do it, but the close connection and tacit understanding between the two encouraged her.

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded and stood up, her legs shaking.

She forced herself to stand firm and brushed the hair away from her face.

"I'm ready."

She had just taken two steps when she heard a gunshot piercing the silence of the night, coming from below them.

In the blink of an eye, he had quietly and quickly turned away from her.

Opening a window, there was no curtain to cover the window, so when he looked at her, she could see his face, half hidden in the dark, and the other half illuminated by the faint light, with high, well-defined cheekbones, a square and strong chin, and lips as well-defined as Greek statues.

"Look at me," he instructed, "look at my gestures."

He explained the basic gestures to her, a fist raised high for "stop", and an open hand for just "pause".

There were also gestures for moving forward and hiding.

Fortunately, they didn't have to walk far.

"We're going to get out of this window," he said in a low voice. "It's five meters from the window to the ground, and there's no leverage. I'll take you down, and when you jump to the ground, leave the bright light and wait in the shadow of the building, and try to make yourself as small as possible, understand?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded, she whispered, and stood up and passed through the window.

Then the whole person was in the air.

She wanted to lean on him, but she was worried that she would hinder his actions.

Her life... and his... completely depended on his professional skills.

She couldn't help, but at least she could do it without being a hindrance.

Suddenly a guard appeared in front of them. When he saw them, he was obviously stunned for a moment, then shouted loudly, and reached out for his gun without thinking.

Song Moting took action almost before the guard saw them.

While stuffing the child in his arms into Jiang Xiaoxiao's arms and pushing her against the wall, he knelt on one knee to pull out the gun on his ankle.

The guard panicked and fired too early, with the bullet hitting the concrete floor three meters in front of him.

Song Moting raised his hand calmly.

Jiang Xiaoxiao saw that his face was expressionless when he fired.

He hit the guard in the chest with the first shot, but shot him between the eyebrows.

The guard fell down.

Song Moting grabbed Jiang Xiaoxiao's hand and pulled her up.

Screams sounded in the distance, and hurried footsteps ran towards them.

"Quick!"

He pushed her to the left exit.

He protected her and the child and ran into the underground garage.

Mu Chen hugged Mu Shaocheng, "Dad! Dad!"

"Respiratory failure, Dad is dying. Big brother..."

Mu Chen panicked and tried Mu Shaocheng's breathing, gradually weakening, and the whole person was dying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mu Feng stood up and drew the weapon from his waist.

"Big brother, Jiang Xiaoxiao can't die, you must catch her back."

Mu Feng ran out of the room as if he hadn't heard.

He ran towards the stairs at the end of the corridor, but instead of going down, he jumped over the railing and directly onto the stairwell platform on the next floor and rushed into Zi Luo's room.

Zi Luo looked at her elder brother with a pale face, breathing rapidly, and the oxygen mask was fogged up under her rapid breathing.

Zi Luo had another attack.

Mu Feng picked up Zi Luo, and was as careful as a treasure.

"Big...Brother!"

"Big brother will take you to see a doctor."

Mu Feng picked up Zi Luo.

This time he reached the first floor.

The gunshot seemed to come from the right side directly below, near the back garden.

It was below Jiang Xiaoxiao's room, just as they expected.

The garden was almost full of people, and the security personnel tried in vain to find Song Mo Ting's shadow.

But when they saw Mu Feng holding Zi Luo in his arms, they stopped automatically.

"Go find him! At all costs."

Mu Feng shouted.

Watching all the guards turn around and rush into the night.

Mu Feng slowed down and thought.

Song Mo Ting would try to get a means of transportation instead of escaping on foot, but the vehicles were parked in a guarded outdoor parking lot, and the villa's underground parking lot was Mu Shaocheng's favorite.

The most dangerous place is the safest place.

Run to the garage area.

Emergency lights illuminate the entire villa, which is crowded with armed guards.

The dark garage is silent, and he moves between the long rows of cars and jeeps.

"Are you here?"

He asked softly.

Zi Luo trembled slightly, and her face became paler.

"Yes."

Mu Feng turned around suddenly and saw Song Mo Ting coming out of the dark, with a woman holding a child behind him.

"Go, my sister is in your hands. Cure her and I will fulfill my promise."

He whispered, took out a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket and threw them to Song Mo Ting.

Song Mo Ting let go of Jiang Xiao Xiao and caught the keys with his left hand.

Reaching out to take Zi Luo, this girl is as light as a feather.

Zi Luo looked at the back of her brother who left resolutely, at a loss.

What happened?