Mo Nuannuan raised her eyebrows, knowing what he meant.

The shot he fired had been aimed at Toktakhonov's head, but the bullet hit his hand because she kicked him back a few steps.

……

Mo Nuan smiled,

"I said I was going to capture him alive!"

Toktakhonov is the boss of the Russian gangster, and there is too much involvement behind him, and even secret politics is involved, and the FBI of the United States has put so much effort into asking questions from this person's mouth, otherwise he would have been directly sniped and killed, why did he bother so much.

Leng Dashuai was afraid that Toktakhonov would shoot and injure her, so he had to protect the safety of the hostages in both public and private affairs, not to mention that the hostages were still his own ghost girls, so he shot them.

Mo Nuan is a thief, how could he not guess this, he must not let the handsome man fall short.

"Look at how well we cooperate." Mo Nuannuan blinked and smiled again, just now she deliberately let Toktakhonov hold her hostage, of course he knew.

"We are China's version of Mr. and Mrs. Smith!"

……

The expression between Leng Mofeng's eyebrows softened even more, and his gaze moved downward.

Suddenly, his gaze suddenly colded, and the pitch black suddenly became rich, condensing into frost, as if even the air around him had dropped several degrees in an instant.

Between her beautiful neck, where she had just been pinched, there was already a circle of bruises, which looked particularly dazzling on her snow-white skin.

Leng Mofeng's palm holding her slowly tightened, Tie Leng's face had sunk to the extreme, his thin lips pursed, and he responded lightly or heavily,

"Hmm."

Then he let go of his hand, turned around, took two steps, and looked down condescendingly at the gang boss who had been shot twice and was bleeding and his face was pale.

Suddenly, a pair of heavy eyes as black as ink condensed, and a touch of cold gloom swept through the bottom of the eyes.

Leng Mofeng took off the uniform suit jacket of the casino waiter more slowly and methodically, and even unbuttoned the cuffs and pulled the sleeves to the crook of his elbow and arm, and twisted his wrist.

……

Just before everyone could figure out what was going on, Leng Mofeng bent down, raised his hand and grabbed Toktakhonov's collar, and smashed down with another fist raised high!

Without the slightest hesitation, it slammed heavily on Toktakhonov's face.

One time, two times......

The action is as chic as the wind.

The green tendons on the back of the hand are extremely distinct, and a pair of half-narrowed eyes reveal a deep anger.

……

Toktakhonov's face and cheekbones were about to be beaten and deformed, the corners of his eyes and eyebrow bones were all oozing blood, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't even cry out the whimper in his throat, and looked at the man in front of him with a frightened face.

Just as Toktakhonov was curled up trying to dodge, Leng Mofeng turned his wrist, locked the man's elbow, and twisted it fiercely.

"Quack ---"

It was broken alive.

It's this arm, which just pinched Nuan Nuan's neck.

Leng Mofeng still felt angry, and stepped on Toktakhonov's waist where he was shot, causing the pain to roll their eyes and pass out.

……

The FBI bigwigs are already stunned one by one.

** groove!

Brother Leng, who has always been calm and calm, actually went crazy...... o(╯□╰)o

Mo Nuannuan had already come back to her senses, stomping her feet and clapping vigorously,

"Handsome, handsome! It's so handsome......"