The man in the back seat of the plane had his face lowered, and his hair was scattered in front of his forehead, covering his face so that Zhizhi, who was far away, couldn't see his face clearly. But for some reason, when he saw that figure,
Three words flashed into my mind unconsciously...
Nangong Mo.
Is it Nangong Mo?
Thirteen years of separation, thirteen years of separation, and no news from Nangong Mo.
Nangong Mo, who once devoted everything to protect himself and defended himself, smiled warmly after calling me "I know my wife", but his eyes were like a child's, longing for a response...
After the First World War in England, Nangong Mo disappeared after a brief phone call...
Nangong Mo...
Nangong Mo.
If it weren't for Nangong Mo, how could he be missing a right leg?
If it wasn't Nangong Mo, how could he appear in An Yan's plane?
"Xiao Zhi..."
Tang Shuang also saw the clues, put down the telescope, and asked what he wanted to say.
However, they found that Song Xiaozhi had taken over Uncle Tang's driving position, biting his thin lips, stepped on the rudder in confusion, tilted the fuselage, and changed the position of the wings.
"Ms. Song, the model of those helicopters is unknown. I don't know if there is any danger. We can wait for backup to arrive..."
Before Uncle Tang could stop his words, he heard a heavy hum from the fuselage. The throttle was pulled sharply, and it dived towards an encircled route at the lower end of the front, running rampantly.
"Uncle Tang, don't worry, she has sense."
Tang Shuang spoke calmly, with a calm expression. He took out the two beautiful guns from his waist with both hands, loaded them, leaned against the window, looked ahead and waited, making preparations.
In recent years, due to being restricted by Nangong Jue from doing tasks and intervening in transactions, most people in the alliance and the Nangong family did not dare to resist this order. Therefore, no one dared to involve Miss Song in all dangerous-related tasks. Only Tang
Shuang didn't have to buy into the boss's fault, he just went his own way and let Miss Song do what he wanted, went on a mission with her, and protected her.
Over the years, the tacit understanding formed between the two fighting has become endless.
After breaking into the channel, Tang Shuang opened the window of the aircraft and fired quickly, taking the lead in destroying the aileron of the helicopter that was circling the channel's outermost aid. Then Zhi Zhizhan followed up, turned on the radar navigation, and flew to the side and rear of Anyan's helicopter to provide support.
"An Yan!" Zhizhi tried to contact the radar, "An Yan! Hear the answer! I am Xiaozhi! An Yan! How could you be attacked, who is the other party, and the man in your back seat...is it...
"
"lady……"
An Yan's echo came from the radar and interrupted. Although he spoke fast, the signal was unstable and intermittent, "I went to rescue people...on my way back...I found...the old...person...he...is dying...
...Xi...save..."
"Is it him!" Song Xiaozhi couldn't help but his heart trembled, he grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted, "Is the person behind your seat Nangong Mo who has disappeared for many years?"
"he……"
boom--!
Before An Yan could finish his staccato words, an explosion erupted, interrupting An Yan's words and forcing Zhi Zhi and others to fly back a few meters to avoid the thick smoke of the artillery fire.
It turned out that the enemy plane came around for support at some unknown time, and silently circled above, dropping bombs on An Yan and her respectively.
Zhizhi's fuselage was intact and his operation was mature. After retreating, Anyan successfully escaped the attack. However, Anyan's fuselage was severely damaged. Not only the front axle wing was damaged, but after the continuous bombing, even the propeller was damaged.
As a result, An Yan's ruined fuselage was finally unable to support itself. After a huge earthquake and flames bursting out, he finally chased madly towards the sea below without any control...
magnetic--!
There was a sharp sound on the radar and all signals disappeared.
"shit!"
Xiao Zhi cursed lowly, raised his hand to pull the rudder shaft without hesitation, quickly adjusted the direction, and chased after An Yan's falling fuselage——
pity.
It's too late!
When An Yan's helicopter crashed into the sea and exploded, fireball waves quickly ignited on the sea. The driver and the people in the back seat were swept into the sea, and the wreckage of the fuselage fell towards the seabed with the weight of the body...
At this time, the spiral sound above the head increased in intensity, and a cold wind blew up.
"It's the Black Terror!"
Tang Shuang looked up and judged who was coming out very calmly. He tightened his hands and squinted at the dozens of strange fighter jets hovering above his head. "It seems that we are in trouble..."
"Miss Song——!"
Uncle Tang's urgent roar brought Tang Shuang back to her senses. She turned her head and looked, her pupils immediately tightened, and she stood up, "I know it's dangerous!"
Song Xiaozhi, despite the hail of bullets and shells hitting his head, opened the door of the plane, jumped in the direction where the lame man fell when the plane exploded and the lame man fell——
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"Zhizhi's phone number?"
An Yi raised his eyebrows and answered calmly.
But the moment he received the call and heard the other party's voice, his calm expression quickly turned into shouts and shock, "What? Okay! Send someone over right away!"
After that, he hung up the phone with a serious expression and reported to the people behind him.
"It's Miss Tang. She and her wife, An Yan, were attacked by black terrorists in the waters near Hokkaido. We request immediate support!"
Swish——!
Everyone stood in unison, their faces changed drastically!
Nangong Tou's face then darkened, and he whispered an order, "Baimao, inform Mu Yiche to send reinforcements ahead of time to ensure that they are unharmed."
"Hai Mao, position your position, and tell City D to have manned fighter jets ready within ten minutes."
"Tang Sa, stay behind."
Nangong Tou spoke calmly and gave orders one by one. When his eyes fell on Yan Xiaoyu on the sofa, his thin lips moved and he spoke softly, "Wait until I come back."
"Yeah...I know..."
Although the half-discussed topic was interrupted, Xiaoyu understood that rescue was urgent. She cooed and said in a low voice, "A safe trip... I'll wait for you..."
She didn't say much.
His eyes calmed down, he raised his hand and touched her head, then led a group of people and strode out of Nangong Villa.
Tang Sa looked at Xiaoyu who had his head touched and was still sitting on the sofa looking like a shy little wife, and sighed silently in his heart - he thought, no matter what Miss Yan's past life experience was, whether it was good or bad... at least,
For Nangong Tou, the choices in this life are extremely difficult to change.
Nangong's family has a genetic inheritance and has always only recognized one person in his life.
(Thank you to my dear joyjoy118 for sending silent gold medals and gifts, dear to the eternally cold and arrogant princess, stupid woman, Lan Xuanmennuo for sending silent gold medals, red envelopes and gifts, okay! It’s been too cold these two days, and I’m a little cold,
The updates will be unstable, probably ranging from one to two updates, so I will try my best to update continuously. However, this state will not last long. After the lag period, I will quickly resume at least 6,000 updates a day.