The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Ye Jian's muffled voice could be heard clearly in the narrow stairwell. This kick did not make the other party relax. When his left leg was clasped by Ye Jian's hands again, the South Asian man's expression was as if he was eating. The ferocious human beast suddenly burst out with a cruel cold light.

Upstairs, the young policeman wanted to rush to find his colleagues, but when he heard the sound of fighting, he rushed back quickly.

The fire door on the second floor opened, and two people came in while talking, "I haven't had a skin test for penicillin yet, so I have to remember it clearly when I hand over the shift. The temperature of the patient on bed 6 has been abnormal since the afternoon, so I have to explain it one by one." Give the night shift."

These were two nurses who were about to hand over their shifts. The young policeman rushed down the steps and had to turn back again, "The police are handling the case, take the elevator."

While speaking, he stopped the two nurses with his left hand, opened the fire door with his right hand, and pushed the two nurses with puzzled faces back to a safe place. No one can be here, they must be guarded!

Ye Jian said just now, stay upstairs!

Guarding the upstairs is not for other reasons, but for fear of someone coming in and out, afraid of being accidentally injured, the other party is a dangerous person with a gun in his hand!

Hearing the sound of fierce fighting, the young policeman wanted to rush down several times, but because the fire door did not have a bolt, he had to stay and worry.

He was not equipped with a pager, so he couldn't even ask his colleagues for help, so he just waited anxiously.

"It's interesting, you are not from the Chinese side, you have been following us, but you can understand Chinese!" The blunt Chinese seemed to be thrown from the other party's mouth, ruthless and cold, and even more playful.

Ye Jian smiled slightly, and said in correct Chinese: "I said that I am from China, and of course Chinese citizens can understand what you say."

"Hahaha, a Chinese citizen? Me too!" The South Asian man wiped off the blood that had been cut by something on his face, and stared at the figure blending into the darkness with dark eyes, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

The opponent's fists and legs didn't stop attacking even when he was talking. He couldn't shoot, and Ye Jian didn't give him a chance to shoot. In a life-and-death struggle, whoever has the upper hand will survive.

Talking to distract her is really useless.

The iron stair guardrail was kicked loudly, Ye Jian once again cut the opponent's wrist with silver wire, and in one fell swoop grabbed the South Asian man's kicked left leg and slammed it against the guardrail.

Following that, Ye Jian heard the sound of the safety catch of the gun being released.

The opponent is going to shoot...

When the soft voice came, Ye Jian didn't have any chance to think about it at all. She clasped the opponent's left leg with both hands and twisted it backwards. She raised her leg and attacked the South Asian man's crotch. She must not let the opponent have a chance to shoot!

The crotch is the most sensitive part of the nerve endings for any man. Even if the opponent is as strong as King Kong, he was kicked by Ye Jian, causing his entire facial features to be distorted, and the pistol's safety catch made him feel pain until his fingers reacted. Half a beat slow.

Being slow and half afraid is enough for Ye Jian, the safety of the HKP7m8 pistol that he carries is always on, and he shoots directly after taking it out without any hesitation.

"Bang..." There was a sound like a balloon exploding in a sealed box in the dark corridor. After the first sound, the second sound followed.

A shot was aimed at the man's right hand, and he judged where he shot from the sound of the other party pulling the security latch.