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Chapter 403 The Marshal and the Doctor 31

"boom!"

Another gunshot.

There were two people lying on the ground.

Mo Heng's gun is good, fast, accurate and powerful, but there is one thing that is not so good, it is too loud.

Look, the people patrolling outside were finally attracted by the gunshots and were trying to open the church door.

Chu Jun, however, looked fearless and even had the leisure to wipe the muzzle of the gun with a handkerchief before putting it away.

What did it matter if she was discovered? The patrolling people were her boyfriend's men.

How did these two people die? Who killed them? It was all a matter of Chu Jun's words.

However, there is one person who needs special guidance.

Chu Jun squatted down, looked at Song Yan's pupils that were shrunken with fear, and smiled gently: "Mr. Song, don't worry, those two people are dead."

Of course Song Yan knew he was dead! He wasn't blind!

The two men's heads with holes in them were still there! Right in front of him! He almost made eye contact!

"Mr. Song, did you see how these two people died?" Chu Jun frowned slightly and asked in confusion, as if he really knew nothing.

If Song Yan hadn't seen what happened with his own eyes.

Song Yan bit the cloth in his mouth tightly, not knowing whether he should nod at this moment.

Chu Jun had already answered his own question: "Someone suddenly came in and shot him to death, right?"

"Really? It seems to be the same to me."

The young man was smiling, and his eyes were smiling too.

Those cat-like eyes were once Song Yan's favorite, but now, they are what scares him the most.

Yes, it wasn’t Chu Yun who killed them, it was a stranger who suddenly came and did it.

No one was killed, he just saw it wrong.

Song Yan seemed to feel better only by brainwashing himself in this way.

Chu Yun completed his daily good deed and finally returned to Mo Heng's mansion under the protection of Mo Heng's guards.

After all, there is a random murderer out there, so Chu Jun, "Mrs. Mo", must be well protected!

"Why are you going to church today? It's been a mess there lately. Remember to bring more people with you." Mo Heng has been very busy every day since he actually moved into the general's mansion, even busier than Chu Jun before.

Look, it was late at night, the moon was at its highest point in the sky, and Mo Heng finally had some free time.

Chu Jun brought the prepared midnight snack to the table and comforted Mo Heng, "I just happened to be passing by there and heard someone crying for help, so I drew my sword to help."

Mo Heng pondered Chu Yun's words of "drawing the sword to help", and found that they really had some of the logic of ancient bandits.

"Then should I reward Doctor Chu well? After all, Doctor Chu did a good deed and helped me." Mo Heng said as he pushed Chu Jun onto the dining table.

It looked like Doctor Chu's meal was more delicious than those sumptuous dishes.

"That's not necessary." Chu Jun supported the table with his hands behind his back. Although he knew that Mo Heng was being a rogue, he still couldn't get angry.

Besides, Mo Heng's "reward" would tire him out, and if possible, Chu Jun really wanted to refuse it.

But Mo Heng was a "powerist" person. Seeing that Chu Jun didn't kick him, he tacitly agreed. He picked up the soup bowl and drank all the porridge, then picked up Chu Jun and returned to the bedroom.

"You have to get up early tomorrow, don't stay up too late."

"This time it will definitely be just once."

It is said to be once, but in fact there are always two or three more times. By the time the wind and rain gradually subside, it is already dawn.

The person next to him seemed to just hug him and take a nap for a while before getting up from the bed again, getting dressed hurriedly, and starting a new day's work.

Chu Jun really wanted to open his eyes, say goodbye to Mo Heng and go back to sleep, but for some reason, he felt particularly tired today. After regaining consciousness for just a short while, he was dragged into the dream again.

When I woke up again, everything had changed.

"Doctor Chu, you're awake." He was sitting in the passenger seat of a car, and the person speaking to him was the driver. Chu Jun knew him; he was Mo Heng's adjutant.

"Where are we?" Chu Jun looked at the unfamiliar street scenes around him and felt something was wrong.

The adjutant, who had probably been warned before, chose only good words to say to Chu Jun, "Don't worry, Doctor Chu. This is just a temporary relocation. We'll leave first, and the young marshal will follow shortly."

Chu Jun immediately recognized who had taught him these words. Looking at the bustling streets gradually moving away from the rear window of the car, Chu Jun had a hunch: he would probably never come back again.

"Mo Heng said in person that he would follow?" Chu Jun did not get angry as the adjutant imagined, and asked him calmly.

The adjutant was actually undecided, unsure how to respond to Chu Jun. This evacuation was already planned. The concession would soon become a battlefield for all parties involved. Setting up headquarters there would simply make them a target for all powers. Everyone knew not to put all their eggs in one basket.

Therefore, part of the troops were assigned to the surrounding areas, which were safer and closer to transportation fortresses, so they could catch the enemy by surprise when necessary.

As for the question asked by Dr. Chu, the adjutant remembered every word Marshal Mo said. Every word was a warning to him, but there was not a single word that guaranteed that he would come back alive.

"So he didn't say anything, right?" Seeing the adjutant's silence, Chu Jun already had the answer in his mind.

"No one can guarantee to come back alive from every war, the young marshal just doesn't want to break his promise."

"Yeah." Chu Jun leaned against the window with his hands, seeming to accept the fact easily.

The adjutant didn't know what Dr. Chu was thinking, nor did he worry too much about others.

In this era, people like them are like dandelions blown away by the wind, drifting everywhere with their fragile seeds, carried everywhere by the wind, but it is difficult for them to return to where it all began.

If they want to survive, they can only take root wherever they can survive. In the cracks of rocks, on dry land, in the sand... there is always a place where they can grow new branches and leaves and bloom new dandelions.

“Dang!” “Bang, bang, bang!”

Following the speeding vehicle were pursuers from an unknown source, and Mo Heng's men began to confront the other side.

Listening to the sound of bullets ripping through the air, Chu Jun finally felt that in just one night, the situation in the concession had completely changed.

"Want to kill?"

"Ah?" The adjutant was stunned and couldn't believe his ears.

"I asked, do you want to kill me?"

Seeing Dr. Chu looking at the pursuers behind him through the rearview mirror, the adjutant was sure that these were indeed the three words Dr. Chu said.

"If we want to kill you, don't worry, Doctor Chu. If we confront each other, we will definitely win."

"Yeah." Chu Jun was certainly relieved, but war always brings sacrifices, and Chu Jun didn't want the sacrifices to be on his side.

The adjutant saw Chu Jun's hand reaching out of the car window. Just as he was about to stop him, he looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the chasing vehicle suddenly exploded, with flames shooting into the sky.

The violent explosion made everything around it silent.