"Damn!" Luo Ke cursed under his breath, "You’re mine, how can you hurt yourself for them?!"
"If they die, I’ll turn into a corpse right before your eyes, and you’ll get nothing!" Luo Xiaoqian roared.
...
...
London, an old warehouse.
Leng Zimo finally made his way to the front, carefully pushing the door open.
Hearing the door being pushed open, Jiao Yang abruptly lifted his face. Seeing Leng Zimo standing at the door, he was initially delighted, then frantically shouted out in a panic.
"Don’t co over, run, run!"
"Jiao Yang, it’s Leng Zimo!" Leng Zimo thought he hadn’t been seen clearly, quickly shouting as he rushed towards him.
Jiao Yang was so anxious that he shouted, "Get out of here..."
"I’m taking you with !" Leng Zimo strode past him, setting the gun aside, and imdiately began untying the ropes on his body.
Jiao Yang pushed him away, "There are caras here, and a bomb under the bed, Luo Ke wants to kill you, leave now!"
Leng Zimo stepped back two paces, almost falling, he looked up, frowned at Jiao Yang, and quickly glanced under the bed.
Sure enough, the black box under the bed was flashing red, attached to the ropes.
Gritting his teeth, he turned and rushed to a nearby table, pulling open the drawer, searching.
In the corner of the drawer, he found a rusty old pair of scissors. Leng Zimo grabbed it at once and ran back to Jiao Yang.
"Are you crazy, didn’t you hear , go... go..." Jiao Yang angrily shouted, "If you die, what about Xiao Qian?!"
"Cut the crap!" Leng Zimo also shouted, "I, Leng Zimo, will not abandon my friends!"
Jiao Yang’s body stiffened.
Leng Zimo had already reached over with the scissors, forcefully cutting at the ropes on his body.
Using all his strength, he pressed down on the scissors. The crack on the rope from Jiao Yang earlier quickly widened and finally snapped.
Jiao Yang’s body finally regained freedom, leaving only his feet bound.
Leng Zimo imdiately turned around to help cut the ropes on his feet.
"Give it to !" Jiao Yang sat up, "I’ll do the rest myself. You go first!"
Leng Zimo pushed him aside, pressing down hard with the scissors.
Due to the excessive force from before, the scissors were already deford, and this ti it was much less smooth than the last.
Jiao Yang fell against the iron fra, seeing Leng Zimo’s gun placed casually nearby, he grabbed it at once, aiming at Leng Zimo.
"Leave right now, or I’ll shoot!"
"Whatever!"
Leng Zimo only kept cutting the ropes forcefully, his head not turning as he answered.
Jiao Yang was so furious he gritted his teeth, promptly turning the gun on himself, "If you don’t leave, I’ll kill myself!"
Click!
The plastic handle of the scissors couldn’t withstand Leng Zimo’s steady force and broke with a snap.
Turning his face, looking at Jiao Yang with the gun aid at himself, Leng Zimo’s deep eyes showed determination.
"Even if you die, I’ll carry your corpse out. If you’re not afraid of making Xiao Qian sad, then go ahead and kill yourself!"
Retracting his gaze, he grabbed one scissor blade with his hand, throwing the other half to Jiao Yang, "If you don’t want us both to die here, co over and help!"
"Leng Zimo, you bastard!"
Jiao Yang, always as graceful as a Gentleman, cursed with foul language in anger.
Curse he did, but he still dropped the handgun, grabbed the other half of the scissors thrown by Leng Zimo, leaned over, and cut the ropes on his other foot.
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