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vated by her own imaginative thoughts.“Don't move!” he growled, but his words were met with even more struggling. Her movements were awkward and undignified, a boldness she had never displayed before....Xiaobai seemed not to hear him. He shut his ears and senses, resisting everything outside. Mo Yao held his face, slowly stroking it. Xiaobai's stiffness gradually subsided, and the blank and empty look in his eyes focused. Mo Yao felt very distressed. Xiaobai suddenly pushed him away and hid in the corner. Mo Yao knew he had calmed down. He said word by word, "Xiaobai, I love you. I love you more than I love myself."

Mo Xiaobai slowly raised his head and looked at Mo Yao. Mo Yao approached him step by step, cautiously. "I suddenly regret it. Why did I always hide things before Why didn't I tell you clearly I regret why I didn't tell you sooner how much I love you. Even if you never loved me back, it would be fine. It's enough for me to love you. Can you understand"

Mò Yáo stubbornly held his face, forcing their gazes to meet. Mò Yáo said, "Don't hate me, don't resist me. Let's go back to the past, okay You want us to be brothers, we can be brothers. I won't pressure you anymore. Consider me your brother, and I will always be your brother. Let's go back to the past, okay Whatever you want, that's what it is. If you want my life, I'll offer it with both hands. I'll do anything you ask, and I'll spoil you forever, for a lifetime."

He couldn't stand it, Xiaobai resisting him like this. He couldn't stand it, Xiaobai looking at him with such hatred in his eyes.

Mo Yao discovered that Xiaobai could laugh, could be mischievous, could live a carefree life. Such youth was so beautiful, beautiful to the point where it pained him. He had torn such beauty to shreds with his own hands, right before his eyes. He hated himself.

He doesn't deserve to have Xiaobai. He drove Xiaobai to this state. He originally intended to love and pamper him for a lifetime, so why did he hurt his beloved just for a little bit of warmth

Xiao Bai trembled like a nervous wreck, his jaw twitching as if restraining something. Mo Yao only cared about his emotions and forgot about his strangeness. People are always like that; when they care, they become chaotic. Xiao Bai pinched his head, his expression pained. Mo Yao held him in his arms, repeatedly saying sorry, his voice ragged with distress.

"Let's go home, brother. I'll take you home." Mo Yao said, helping him up. Mo Xiaobai's legs couldn't stand at all. He had two serious wounds on his calves. Most importantly, he had been tortured for half a month, and his whole body was weak. Even if he replenished some energy, he couldn't stand up. His hands and feet seemed to be broken. Mo Xiaobai said, "After we go out, don't let me see you again."

His voice had a deliberate coldness to it.

"Good!" Mo Yao said, "After I go out, I will never appear before you again. As long as you don't want to see me, you won't be able to see me within your sight."

Mo Xiaobai smiled coldly, the smile on his face from before was gone. Now, there was only coldness left in his smile, Mo Yao thought sadly, he would die if only he could bring back the old Mo Xiaobai.

A gun was of no use to Ink Xiaobai, so Mo Yao didn't give him one. Xiaobai couldn't even fire it. He put away his equipment bag and scooped Xiaobai up in a princess carry. Originally, he wanted to carry him on his back, but carrying him that way worried him – someone might shoot them from behind while they were vulnerable. It was better this way; if they died, they would die together, and if they lived, they would live together.

The only person awake in the cell called out to Mo Yao for help. Mo Yao turned his head and looked at him. His voice was soft, lying on the ground, begging Mo Yao to save him. Mo Yao turned his head and walked away, hugging Xiaobai.

He didn't have the extra strength to help others.

One heart returned, it wasn't easy to deal with Xiaobai. Mo Yao quietly held Xiaobai and went up to the first floor without a sound. Wushuang was about to send someone to greet him, but suddenly a sharp whistle came from inside the building, followed by a commotion. Wushuang secretly exclaimed in dismay. At this moment, if Mo Yao took Xiaobai upstairs, it would be tantamount to sending him to his death. Wushuang didn't understand why an alarm was suddenly sounded. They hadn't alarmed anyone.

Mo Yao held Xiaobai and hid in the darkness on the first floor. Outside, there was chaos. Wu Shuang saw through a telescope that a team of more than ten people was searching for something. Suddenly, two gunshots rang out from the western building. The heavily trained police dogs barked noisily, and the whole area fell into chaos. The shouts subsided, and after a while, two bodies in black were thrown down from the fourth floor of the west building. Wu Shuang told Mo Yao about the situation and asked Mo Yao to stay put as someone had invaded.

"Damn it," Wushuang cursed vulgarly. Problems always popped up in the most inconvenient places. Tonight, another group had come to rescue people, probably political prisoners from jail. They were likely spies from some country, and there was no telling how many of them there were.

Mo Yao lowered his head in the shadows, Xiaobai sleeping in his arms, breathing evenly and soundly asleep. He couldn't help but smile, how adorable Xiaobai was. He had been so resistant to him, they probably hadn't even looked at each other for ten days. Afraid of being harmed or humiliated by others, yet now amidst the chaos of war, with gunfire all around them, they didn't even know if they could escape. Yet, here Xiaobai was, sleeping soundly in his arms.

Such peace of mind.

Mo Yao thought, because of this trust, he would not hesitate to give up his life.

Get a good night's sleep, bro. I'll definitely bring you home.

Mo Yao, although holding Xiaobai, had a gun in each hand. He hid in the darkness, keeping himself concealed. Xiaobai’s body couldn't fit through the ventilation shaft. If they had gone that way, they might have escaped. Now, he could only wait. Mo Yao narrowed his eyes and asked Wushuang, “Is there anyone upstairs”

"There's a sniper position on the third floor, with one sniper and one observer, searching our building," Wushuang said, his voice suddenly tense. "Boss, you need to find a way to leave immediately, there might be a team heading for the cells, they're still twenty meters away from you."

As soon as Wu Shuang finished speaking, Mo Yao hugged Mo Xiaobai and climbed up to the second floor from the first floor. As soon as she reached the second floor, she held the little white cat on her lap on the stairs, accidentally hitting the little white cat's head against the stair step. Xiaobai opened his eyes, Mo Yao looked at him, and Xiaobai closed his eyes again to sleep. Then came the sound of hurried footsteps. Mo Yao counted the footsteps, ten people went into the prison. After they all went in, she carried Xiaobai upstairs.

"Where's the best room to hide someone" Mo Yao asked. Wushuang used a magnifying glass to observe for a while, then pointed to the last room. Mo Yao, holding a white cat, walked into the room. Then he heard shouts of chaos coming from downstairs: "The celebrity is gone! ... The hostage is gone!"

Then, the whole building came alive.

Mo Yao placed Xiaobai on the ground. Wu Shuang had asked Mo Yao and Mo Xiaobai to come upstairs because this house was designed with a vaulted ceiling, and the windows above were all empty. Mo Yao twisted the screws and removed the skylight. He brought over a chair, hugged Xiaobai, and pushed him into the attic. Mo Yao moved the chair aside and threw down his equipment bag. Wu Shuang hurriedly said, “Boss, hurry up, they’re coming…”

Each room was searched meticulously, a carpet search conducted by four special forces soldiers. They kicked open doors, but the bloodstains where Xiaobai had passed were concealed by a table that Moyao had moved. The rooms looked largely unchanged. After a few minutes of inspection, they retreated. Moyao let out a sigh of relief, only to suddenly hear a sound that was very ominous.

The sound of wood crackling softly……

This building's design is quite unique. This room is on the second floor of an empty house. The roof consists of two sloping sides, resembling a fan-shaped design, and is constructed of wooden planks. The original inhabitant must have been very aesthetically inclined, finding the high ceiling unappealing, so they installed a false ceiling. They were neurotic about it and instead of using iron rods for support, they nailed together several wooden boards to hang a flat false ceiling. This makes the house look like an ordinary one. They also built a vent and a light fixture on top of the false ceiling. The space above the false ceiling is completely empty; even when Mo Yao stood up, she couldn't reach the roof.

This house is quite old, the wood is glass paneled and even though it's sturdy, after decades of use, it has become riddled with insects and soft. Mo Yao and Mo Xiaobai, two big men weighing over three hundred jin each, were lying on the ceiling. It was a miracle they didn't bring it down. Mo Xiaobai looked at Mo Yao, who pulled out a rope from his equipment bag, looped it around an iron bar inside the roof, and hoisted himself up, reducing the weight bearing on the ceiling. In the darkness, the two men waited quietly.

It's very dark here, not a single ray of light. Mo Yao hangs in mid-air, Mo Xiaobai lies on the ceiling. Outside, it's still noisy. Wu Shuang asks them how they are doing and reminds Mo Yao to keep his voice down, as there are observers on the third floor next door.

Mo Yao said, "You three, leave and lead the person away."

And you

"We'll wait, you lead them away, and then I'll take Xiaobai with me." Mo Yao said softly. Wu Shuang frowned, "Understood, be careful."

For now, this is the only option.

The prison had several casualties, Xiaobai disappeared, and someone else infiltrated. There were no signs of being breached from the outside, one look inside tells you that people are still there. If they conduct a thorough search, they will eventually find Mo Yao and Xiaobai. Wushuang could only leave with Feng Yun, diverting their attention, and make them think that Xiaobai had been successfully rescued. Who would have thought he was still hiding here

The sound of gunfire in the dead of night, like the voice of a demon, echoed through the base. Wushuang exerted all her strength to take down the snipers she had marked one by one. She then opened fire with full force, bullets flying out like water, and rows fell down. She killed as many as possible.

Yes, it was killing. Wushuang wasn't a bloodthirsty person, but everyone here were top-notch experts. Killing one would lessen the danger for Mo Yao and Xiaobai, so Fengyun and Wushuang killed anyone they encountered without mercy. Within ten minutes, they subdued dozens of people. They didn't dare to fight Wushuang head-on, choosing instead to hide behind obstacles. Fengyun and Wushuang threw down miniature bombs, causing a violent explosion. Taking advantage of the cover provided by the blast, the three kicked open the window. Each of them carried a long-range grappling weapon and aimed at a tall tree a hundred meters away. They pulled the trigger, and the grappling hooks shot into the tree, securing themselves at both ends. Fengyun threw down a few more bombs for cover, they donned their sliding harnesses, and hung from the grapple lines, retreating like ghosts. They slid from dozens of meters high towards the bushes outside the base at incredible speed.ten languages, practically inhuman. At first, when she heard this, she was quite surprised, wondering what use there was in learning so many foreign languages. Later, after spending some time in Rome,...