Gong Heng was sharp, how could he fail to sense the danger? As Mu Mian lunged over to try to use her body to shield him from the bullets, he quickly reacted, pushing Mu Mian to the ground, "Tang Dai, take cover."
This time, Gong Heng had only brought four people with him. One was Tang Dai, whom Mu Mian had seen several times, and the other three she had never met. In the blink of an eye, the few who had been by Mu Mian's side a moment ago had vanished without a trace, and intermittent gunfire erupted around them.
Gong Heng took Mu Mian behind the wheels of the airplane, using her hands to cover her ears, and his eyes signaled to her, reassuring her to be at ease.
Mu Mian nodded.
Gong Heng drew a gun from the pocket of his suit jacket. Mu Mian had always thought Gong Heng was a cold person, skilled with cold weapons. When he pulled out the gun, his image in her heart gained another layer.
If it had been before, she might have found him terrifying.