Chapter 15 Throwing into the River

The speed of sports cars is certainly not comparable to those ordinary police cars. In particular, the technology of Mu Siyu's racing and the reaction ability of superpowers greatly exceed that of ordinary people. For ordinary people, the god-like driving skills are extremely easy in the hands of Mu Siyu.

The sound of the approaching police car has disappeared in the distance, and the destination, the double-line bridge is already in sight. Hong Mo and Mu Siyu were relieved.

"That's it." Mu Siyu said softly.

"Ye-huh, I'll ask you after jumping into the river." The superpower of red ink is electricity, but it is not as capable as walking in the water as Musu.

"I won't let you die." At this time, Mu Siyu was also in a relaxed mood. As long as she entered the Yangtze River, she would never be besieged.

"Haha, look at what you said."

Although the two of them were laughing, they couldn't laugh at all. Mu Siyue was not saved, and Hong Mo also had a hand, and the injury on his body was urgent.

In Mu Siyu's heart, he suddenly felt a great apology for the red ink.

"Look, helicopter." Hong Mo pointed to the front of the helicopter flying from the other side of the bridge.

"It's rare, and it's hardly seen in China." Mu Siyu replied.

Suddenly, the two of them shook at the same time.

"Be careful."

"I know!" Mu Siyu replied, and at the same time, he closely watched the helicopter in front of him.

A guidance rocket with thick smoke flew to the sports car driven by Mu Siyu and Hong Mo while opening his mouth. Mu Siyu stared at the fast approaching rocket and quickly turned around when the distance was less than 100 meters.

The explosion spread next to the sports car, and a violent shock was transmitted to the sports car.

I didn't expect that the Celestial Empire could be so bold to use heavy weapons directly in the city. It seems that the top will never stop. Hongmo thought to himself in his heart and helped Mu Siyu be on guard. Because of driving, Mu Siyu's spirit can't be so concentrated.

"Here we go again." Red ink reminder.

At the bridge, countless drivers who witnessed the incident immediately stopped the car for fear of getting involved. Mu Siyu suddenly went up, and the sports car accelerated, rushed through the cracks in the traffic and reached the bridge.

If it's a little late, the congested traffic will be enough to kill them.

"At one point, it's better to rush directly into the Yangtze River in the heart of the river." Hongmo looked out of the window. Although it was on the bridge, it was still by the river under the bridge and did not reach the surface of the water.

Rockets continuously exploded near the sports car, and Mu Siyu tried his best to stabilize the balance of the sports car. It's almost time, it's almost time! Suddenly, Hong Mo seemed to think of something and looked back.

"Jump the car!" The red ink roared.

Why didn't you even find this? Since the helicopter came, of course, it can't be all in front of the sports car. Just as Hong Mo turned around, he found that a rocket had dragged thick smoke into the sports car and was about to hit it in a blink of an eye.

He kicked the door, the red ink rushed out, and his body rolled uncontrollably on the bridge.

Just as the red ink rushed out of the sports car, the huge flame dissipated, and the sports car had been blown apart.

"The sports car has been destroyed, searching for survival targets." On the helicopter, communicate to the top.

Mu Siyu, did you jump out?

Hongmo got up, and his right face was extremely tingling. Just now, he kept rubbing on the ground, and the twisted white bones could be seen. The meat on the face has been worn off for a long time, and the teeth in the mouth are exposed to the air.

Sure enough, it is worthy of the country.

Hong Mo smiled bitterly in his heart. Then he began to sigh that the vitality of the superpower was really strong. After such a serious injury, he had not died. If it were an ordinary person, it would have been long ago.

Looking around, Hong Mo finally saw Mu Siyu.

I saw Mu Siyu lying on the ground, motionless. Only by twitching from time to time, did Hong Mo know that Mu Siyu was not dead.

It's not dead!

The red ink staggered up and walked to Mu Siyu.

"Are you dead?" It took a long time for Hongmo to walk to Mu Siyu. The big mouth of the leaking wind makes an boundless tone.

At this time, there was a roaring sound of police cars on both sides of the bridge. A moment later, with Hongmo and Mu Siyu as the center, countless policemen were surrounded 100 meters away.

After a long time, Mu Siyu gathered his eyes in the voice of red ink.

"Gend me into the Yangtze River. I don't want to be a white mouse." Word by word, Mu Siyu said, and the ice blue ** kept pouring out of his mouth. That's Mu Siyu's blood. Hong Mo knew that Mu Siyu's blood had been completely different from ordinary people a long time ago.

Red ink covered his eyes with his only left hand, but finally he couldn't hold back the tears.

Behind Mu Siyu, a basketball-sized wound was blown by a rocket. The side of the heart has completely disappeared, leaving less than half still stuck to his chest and abdomen. The ice-blue blood slowly flowed out of the huge wound.

"The enemy inside, put down your weapons and raise your hand to surrender." The police's declaration of persuasion is still so old.

Hongmo looked at the distance, and there were about 100 meters left before entering the river. Anyway, we should fulfill Mu Siyu's last request and send her to the Yangtze River.

Hong Mo slowly picked up Mu Siyu, which was his dream princess hug. If Mu Siyu was still conscious, he would definitely not let Hong Mo hug her like this.

Holding Mu Siyu, Hong Mo slowly walked to the police in front of him.

Obviously, there was no dangerous action, but the policemen opposite Hongmo felt as heavy as a mountain in his heart. It's like they are the executioners.

"Stop, do you hear me!" The leading policeman shouted at the red ink with a loudspeaker.

Step by step, it is made of blood.

Looking at the shield wall surrounded by riot police, Hong Mo glanced around. Obviously, he is so weak that he is extremely clear in his head.

Twenty meters ahead, there is a football-sized part, which is the part left after the explosion of the sports car. I don't know what the specific part is, and it doesn't matter. The key is that the part is metal.

Obviously, he was very weak and had no strength, but Hong Mo felt another electric current gushing out of his exhausted body.

Mu Siyu, I promise your last request to send you to the Yangtze River.

The speed of progress is getting faster and faster. After a few steps, the red ink started to run. A nervous policeman opposite him fired the first bullet. Then the shot, like a fuse, detonated the emotions of others.

The gunfire is continuous, and the red ink's body is constantly bleeding.

Give it to me...rush out!

Hong Mo shouted in his heart and kicked the part on the ground. The broken foot did not bring any pain to the red ink.

A brilliant and gorgeous white light, like the hope to break through the sky, crashed into the human wall in front of it.

Red ink did not care about the trauma of the body at all, and did not care about the tingling pain that seemed to tear the whole body. It once again used 'instant opening'. In a trance, the original abstract wings behind it were so realistic.

Give it to me...Fly!

Hong Mo rushed out of the encirclement, and his right hand suddenly exerted his strength to throw Mu Siyu out fiercely.

Mu Siyu's body crossed a wonderful curve and fell into the Yangtze River in the distance under the eyes of countless passers-by and policemen on the bridge.

On the turbid and turbulent river, Mu Siyu's body finally disappeared after a few waves.

As if he had fulfilled his last wish and became a Buddha, Hong Mo's heart was extremely peaceful, and he slowly closed his eyes.