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In the fancy corridor of the dark night, Yiyang is wearing a windbreaker, carrying a box, and quickening his pace.
" Mr. Yi, you've worked hard."
"Okay." Standing in front of the dedicated channel door, Yiyang took out the identification card from his pocket, swiped it in the groove on the wall, and then the screen displayed data detection.
Identity confirmed, the door opened, and Yiyang tightened his grip on the suitcase and walked in.
"The person in front immediately stopped and underwent inspection!"
Yiyang entered the elevator, pressed the close button, and remained indifferent.
"Dadadadada—"
A series of bullets sprayed into the elevator. Yiyang leaned against the wall, using the suitcase as a shield in front of him. The bullets hit the bulletproof case, making a crisp sound.
"The target has been located and is moving towards the exit!" The elevator doors closed.
Yiyang squatted down, holding his waist. The open windbreaker was already stained with a deep red color. He had been in a hurry earlier and didn't have time to put on a bulletproof vest, which resulted in being grazed by a stray bullet.
Press the switch on the top of the handbag and then open it. An Yuan tightly closed his eyes and curled up inside. Due to the lack of air circulation, his face was pale and his lips were turning blue.
Yiyang took out a syringe from inside his coat, removed the cap, took An Yuan's wrist, and then the sharp needle pierced into a visible vein, pushing the entire dose of medication into An Yuan's body.
When I was in the bathroom earlier, An Yuan made quite a scene. Afraid of alarming people outside, Yiyang had to inject him with some medication to calm him down and let him rest.
The intravenous injection of the medication soon took effect, and An Yuan slowly opened his eyes, looking at Yiyang who was standing in front of him, panting heavily.
"How do you feel? Can you stand up by yourself?"
Because her body had been curled up in the box for a long time, her hands and feet had lost some feeling. An Yuan immediately raised her numb hands nervously and touched her belly, feeling relieved when she confirmed the baby was safe. "What are you trying to do, Yiyang."
It was originally an angry sentence, but it softened by three parts due to the lack of energy.
The blood-stained hand rested on An Yuan's shoulder, "I told you to come with me."
You agree, we walk together; you disagree, I'll take you away.
Supported and stumbling, An Yuan got up from the box, feeling unsteady. Yiyang held him tightly in his arms.
Leaning against the elevator wall, she took out a roll of tape from behind and tore off a piece, ignoring An Yuan's struggles as she tightly sealed his mouth. "Be good, I'll release you as soon as we break through the encirclement."
Tossing the tape aside, Yiyang drew a gun from her waist and half embraced An Yuan in front of her. The elevator door slowly opened, and dozens of black gun barrels were pointed at the two of them, with Zhang Moyan standing at the forefront.
Almost step by step, Yiyang dragged An Yuan out of the elevator.
"Let An Yuan go." Zhang Moyan took two steps forward, closing the distance.
The moment Zhang Moyan saw An Yuan, tears uncontrollably streamed down. It turned out that he had been deceiving himself, it wasn't really because of the lighting, but simply because he couldn't believe that a person's hair could turn half white in less than a night.
"Prepare a car for me and An Yuan's passport," he said, moving his hand and tightening the gun against An Yuan's temple.
"The car is easy to arrange, but An Yuan doesn't have his passport on him, so it always takes time to get it." With a wave of his hand, Zhang Moyan summoned a black sedan.
"What can't you handle, Manager Zhang? Don't mention passports, even getting a plane is a piece of cake for you." Yiyang held An Yuan's hand and started moving towards the car, while Zhang Moyan kept his eyes on the two of them.
I knocked on the window with my elbow, signaling the driver to get out from the passenger seat. "I'll wait for you to bring the passport for an hour."
Opening the car door, I pulled An Yuan into the car almost simultaneously.
In the passenger seat, An Yuan leaned against the seat, his whole body limp and weak, his cheeks flushed, and large beads of sweat rolling down his face.
Yiyang tore off the tape from An Yuan's mouth and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
An Yuan's slightly blurry vision swayed as he looked outside the car not far from Zhang Moyan, shaking his head and nodding. Yiyang reached out to feel An Yuan's forehead and found it very hot. "It's okay, you just have a fever. We'll take you to see a doctor when we go out later."
Yiyang hurriedly took the prepared water from the car, wet the tissue, and placed it on An Yuan's forehead. "Be good, close your eyes, take a nap, and you'll feel better after."
Half an hour later, An Yuan's condition did not improve. Instead, his body began to tremble slightly, and a faint scent of omega pheromones filled the car. Yiyang was startled. Could it be that An Yuan wasn't running a fever, but instead entering his mating season?!
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