Mo Ling, hearing Song Qiao's whisper from ahead, turned pale with shock.
She quickly turned her head and said to Song Qiao, "Absolutely not. I know you're strong, I might not be a match for a few of you, but you still need to be careful. This Sheng Xiong isn't easy to deal with."
Seeing her reaction, Song Qiao smiled, his expression relaxed and dismissive.
Mo Ling grew more anxious at his response.
She couldn't help but look up, wanting to get closer to him.
Song Qiao quickly said, "Careful! Stay hidden."
Mo Ling heeded the warning and quickly concealed herself.
Fortunately, the other party might not have noticed them, and no bullets were fired.
Mo Ling continued to speak to Song Qiao, her tone urgent:
"Before this, I chased him for a long time and had multiple encounters. I already knew that his strength was one aspect. Of course, he didn't seem as strong today as when we fought, but he might have been deliberately showing weakness to lure us here."
"After all, we hit him so many times, making him spit blood, yet he still ran so fast and we couldn't catch him."
"So, if you want to catch this Sheng Xiong, you need to be cautious and not go alone. It's best to inform me, and we can go together then."
Song Qiao was touched by her concern.
Thinking it over, what she said made some sense, and now wasn't the time to discuss it, so he nodded to her.
After all, they were still under threat from the enemy's guns.
They were in the open, while the enemy was hidden, and they didn't know if the enemy had other arrangements, such as sending people to outflank them.
If that were the case, they would be in danger again and would not be able to escape.
Thinking of this, Song Qiao turned his head to look in other directions. The area was quiet, with no sign of anyone.
In other words, it was safe.
Just then, he heard the sharp sound of police sirens in the distance.
Approaching rapidly from afar, they were coming fast.
Reinforcements had arrived!
This meant they were about to be safe.
Turning his head, he looked at Mo Ling, who was also looking at him.
Perhaps sensing Song Qiao's intentions and worries, she said, "Don't worry, I've been watching the other directions. There's no danger."
After saying this, she even smiled proudly.
It was clear that her meaning was obvious: in this aspect, she had surpassed Song Qiao.
This was not difficult to understand.
Compared to her, Song Qiao's combat skills were still insufficient.
After all, he had only been in the security department for a short time, had undergone less training, and even less practical experience.
His combat instincts were mostly those of a martial artist.
Although Mo Ling said so, Song Qiao was still somewhat uneasy.
What if the opponent was quietly approaching, using the obstacles as cover?
After all, their current position had blind spots.
So, he spotted a thick pillar to his side and rear, which could serve as cover.
He rolled over, using the strength of his limbs, a fishtail leap followed by two rolls, bringing him behind the pillar.
No shots were fired; he was unharmed.
With this, he looked in other directions, but found nothing unusual.
Or rather, no one.
"Safe!" he said to Mo Ling.
Seeing his caution and proficient military maneuvers, Mo Ling gave him a thumbs-up.
After a while, Song Qiao again performed evasive rolls, moving to another position. This was both a test and further reconnaissance.
There were still no gunshots, no bullets flying his way.
Was it over?
Song Qiao's heart filled with joy. Finding a new hiding spot, he stayed out of the enemy's line of sight and looked at Mo Ling.
Mo Ling had the same suspicion.
A joyful smile appeared on her face.
However, both were cautious individuals and did not act rashly.
They began to discuss how to proceed.
"Don't move, let me do it! My results are the ones that count." Mo Ling saw that Song Qiao was about to act again and quickly stopped him.
Song Qiao immediately understood her meaning.
Just as they had suspected, the enemy's true target was her, not him.
What if the enemy deliberately let him go, and then when Mo Ling showed herself, they would ambush her? That would be bad.
"Can you do it? Aren't you injured?" Song Qiao was worried about her injuries.
"It's nothing, I've already had it treated. Besides, it's just a minor injury," Mo Ling said casually.
Mo Ling took a deep breath, adjusting her state.
Although it was just a test of military maneuvers, she dared not be careless.
After a few breaths, she gathered her strength, sprang forward, aimed for a blind spot, and rolled out.
She successfully infiltrated the new position.
"It seems there's no problem. The enemy must have left," Mo Ling said, also happy. "But I'll try again!"
After another moment, she sprang up and rolled again.
Still, there was no movement.
This time, they were relieved.
The two began to search the vicinity for bullet casings and found several.
These bullets,
Soon, police officers arrived, and the immediate crisis was averted.
They produced their security department identification and explained the situation to the police.
Only then did the police understand what had happened.
After hearing their account, the police dispatched a car to take them to Mrs. Shen's villa.
In the car, Mo Ling worried that the enemy might send more people to create a real incident out of a staged one.
Song Qiao chuckled, "Don't worry, I've arranged for two people to protect her. She'll be fine."
He also found it ironic. He had originally brought people to scare this woman and retaliate for her schemes, but now he had to protect her.
The two people Song Qiao had arranged were Chen Chen and Wei Feng.
Hearing Song Qiao say this, Mo Ling felt reassured.
Song Qiao then had the mood to examine the bullets they had collected.
They turned out to be dum-dum bullets.
Once hit, death was certain!
These bullets had long been banned by the Hague Convention. He hadn't expected the enemy to be so insane as to use them.
Mo Ling sighed, "It seems the power behind Sheng Xiong is truly unfathomable..."
The car stopped in front of Mrs. Shen's villa.
The two entered directly and went to Mrs. Shen's room.
From afar, Mo Ling saw Chen Chen and Wei Feng and sensed their killing intent.
Greatly alarmed,
She drew the pistol from her waist and instantly aimed it at them, "Don't move, put down your weapons..."
Before she could finish speaking, Song Qiao shouted, "Don't shoot, they're our people!"
Only then did Mo Ling holster her gun and look at Song Qiao.
Song Qiao explained to her that they were the people he had arranged, Chen Chen and Wei Feng.
Wei Feng teased Song Qiao, "You forgot about us because of the beautiful woman!"
Song Qiao smiled, but his eyes were cold, "Do you want to try?"
Wei Feng repeatedly apologized, "I'm sorry, boss, I'll never dare again."
His plump face showed a fawning expression.
Only then did Song Qiao let him off, giving him a lesson.
Inside the room, Mrs. Shen stood up as soon as she saw Song Qiao.
Song Qiao could see her guilt, worry, and forbearance.
The smile on his face gradually disappeared, eventually turning into a chilling, indifferent sneer.
Only Mo Ling was diligently reassuring Mrs. Shen, "Don't worry, the target wasn't you, and they won't be back anytime soon."
However, before she could say more, she had already turned and left.
She left the remaining matters to Song Qiao.
Song Qiao looked at Mrs. Shen with a playful glint in his eyes, "I saved you again. How much money should this time be?"