Chapter 632

about your relationship with Han Bi I don't like to hear everything from her alone. It leaves me clueless every time, which makes me feel helpless.”"Didn't you say you didn't want to know""Well, now...Chapter 632

Bullets rained down like water, from both inside and outside the abandoned site. Sniper rifles, assault rifles, and pistols fired one after another without restraint. Mo Yue rolled on the ground for a circle and ended up at the edge of the abandoned site. He had observed the outdoor environment and knew where the safest spots were as well as where he could avoid sniper positions. Although this position was within the range of a sniper's view, it wasn't a 100% target area but only covered 20%, leaving the other two people completely out of the line of sight. Mo Yue held down the trigger with both hands while dodging and shooting simultaneously, taking out four or five enemies in an instant. Everyone scrambled to find cover spots, with those inside standing still while the others outside fired their guns. Those who could see Mo Yue took shots at him; meanwhile, the remaining dozen people indoors hid themselves to avoid being hit by friendly fire.

This was a well-trained killer group whose combat style leaned towards that of NATO special forces, clearly trained by some top-notch intelligence agency. They worked together very effectively. However, Mo Yue’s shooting range could not reach outside, so he had no choice but to dodge bullets. In addition, occasional cold shots from the dozen people indoors put him in danger after just fifteen minutes; a bullet grazed his waist. Seizing this momentary pause, someone shot at him from behind with a handgun, hitting his shoulder. Due to the brief pain, Mo Yue's reflexes were slightly delayed, and he was then hit by a barrage of bullets.

This abandoned site had 360-degree surveillance without blind spots; no matter where Mo Yue hid himself, he could be shot from any angle. The density of gunfire was so high that it felt like machine gun fire being fired for free, extremely dense and even an Ultraman in such a situation would take hits.

White Willow suddenly rushed out from his hiding spot to attack one of the enemies; those outside who were shooting avoided their comrades-in-arms. Despite receiving injuries, White Willow's agile movements weren't affected. He pounced like a cheetah, and before the other person could react, he was tackled onto him. White Willow kneed the enemy’s spinal cord with his knee while twisting the head with both hands; the man died instantly due to fractured skull bones. White Willow took over his assault rifle and magazine, rolling on the ground to dodge incoming bullets. On another front, Mo Yue had reached a dead-end position and barely managed to suppress the pain in his shoulder with anesthesia. White Willow picked up one of the corpses from the ground and started engaging with those indoors; dodging and weaving while taking down four or five people. There were only seven or eight enemies left inside this abandoned site.

The other middle-aged leader stood up angrily, firing wildly with an assault rifle. His bloodshot eyes made White Willow quite distressed as the bullets relentlessly pursued him. Mo Yue suddenly rolled out from beside a car and shot at him; his accuracy suffered due to movement. The bullet hit that person’s pancreas, and Mo Yue followed up with another shot right between their eyebrows. Both leaders were killed.

Mo Yue took over the powerful assault rifle from the dead man and suddenly targeted the sniper armed with a Barrett rifle. They nearly fired simultaneously; a bullet grazed Mo Yue's arm causing a through-and-through wound, but he was lucky enough to shoot the sniper’s head right off.

In this chaotic battle, White Willow still didn't forget to praise Mo Yue for his amazing skills, truly formidable. He had never seen such terrifying hand-to-hand combat skills; bullets seemed to rain down on him as if they were free, indeed frightening.

Mo Yue paid no mind to White Willow's praises, rolling to the side and picking up that Barrett rifle. Narrowing his eyes to look at White Willow, he considered whether or not to trust him. But Mo Yue bet it all, saying solemnly, "I leave my back to you."

White Willow snapped his fingers with a mouth gesture, replying, "No problem!"

"Leave my back to you."

This was equivalent to entrusting his life to White Willow for protection. Mo Yue had never done this before; there were few people who could earn such trust from him, only those brothers and sisters with him and Fengyunleidian. In the chaos of war and hail of bullets, such a bet was undoubtedly high-risk. If he lost, his life would be forfeited. But now, without choice, he had to leave his back to White Willow.

No matter how powerful he was, he was still just one person; flesh and blood could feel pain and death. He didn't have four hands and could only focus on dealing with the enemies outside. In such a surveillance-protected abandoned site, if he wanted to escape, he had no choice but to take down everyone else first. Now, in order to ensure their survival path, he had to eliminate all snipers. But if he was going to kill these snipers, someone needed to protect his back.

The sniper role differed from that of an assault rifle operator; he couldn't afford to be distracted.

If Mo Yue misjudged White Willow and the latter couldn’t protect his back or even shot him from behind, it wouldn’t matter. If he was willing to risk entering this dangerous place for him, then it showed trust in White Willow. Even if White Willow shot at him from behind, since that person was chosen by him, any error would be due to himself, and Mo Yue would accept the consequences of his bet.

The gunfire continued without pause; cold bullets struck the steel of the abandoned site with icy sounds. Mo Yue was born for guns, especially sniper rifles. Among the Mo family children, he and Wu Shuang were the best snipers; as long as it was a sniper rifle, he could take lives with it effortlessly. With just one finger pointing at someone, a bullet would follow that point precisely, instantly killing them without any doubt.

Even in such an unstable and dangerous environment, Mo Yao's sniper rifle aimed at the enemy, who was also aiming. He fired a shot before them, then ducked to dodge bullets; one of the snipers had been killed.

The difficulty came after killing that sniper: they learned from their mistake and chose more concealed positions. From his scope, he could only see 10% of the view, making it impossible for him to fire.

Those four who attempted to shoot at Mo Yao were killed by Bai Liu. He didn't disappoint Mo Yao; he protected him very steadily despite having two bullet wounds in his arm that wouldn't stop bleeding.

The white clothes had been stained with blood, a shocking red.

Mo Yao reloaded and no longer searched for snipers; as soon as he saw someone, he would shoot. In no time, he took down several more people. However, correspondingly, bullets from outside the abandoned area hit him twice, once in his shoulder and once in his arm.

This was a bloody battle, a very difficult one. Bai Liu cleverly solved all of the indoor threats, but there were still around ten people surrounding them outdoors. Mo Yao saw a motorcycle that appeared to have been discarded recently; he pursed his lips and looked at Bai Liu, telling him to go check it out while he provided cover.

Bai Liu understood what he meant; under the protection of Mo Yao's long gun, he moved the machine gun behind the car. This was a blind spot where those outside couldn't reach them. Bai Liu checked the fuel tank and fortunately found that there was still some fuel left. However, it wouldn't be enough for more than ten kilometers.

Bai Liu asked, "Do we want to take a gamble"

Both of them were badly wounded; Bai Liu's gunshot wound was severe, and Mo Yao was also severely injured with excessive blood loss. If they continued to stay put, they would eventually bleed out from the occasional shots fired. Therefore, their current situation suggested that they had no choice but to take a gamble.

"Let's do it," Mo Yao said in a deep voice. Bai Liu was skilled at driving motorcycles; he was much better than Mo Yao, so naturally, Bai Liu would be the driver while Mo Yao sat behind him back-to-back with him. If they had sat normally, it would've been impossible.

With the car as cover, it wasn't difficult to start the motorcycle; when those outside heard the engine sound, bullets rained down like water, hitting the car and producing a cold clattering noise. Bai Liu smiled gently, exquisitely pure: "Give me a reward."

In such circumstances, his tone was as flirtatious as ever. Mo Yao's eyes darkened; Bai Liu chuckled in jest.

They didn't know what the outcome of this gamble would be. Bai Liu thought that if fate wanted him to die tonight, he would do so by Mo Yao's side.

Mo Yao wasted no time and got on the motorcycle. Bai Liu pressed the accelerator to the floor; the motorcycle shot out from the entrance of the abandoned area, speeding onto the highway with bullets raining down like water around them. Bai Liu skillfully maneuvered the bike in winding paths that cleverly avoided the bullets while Mo Yao swept with his Browning pistol, forcing everyone to duck and cover.

The motorcycle quickly sped onto the highway; several cars chased behind them, making a scene of chase-and-escape on the quiet nighttime roadways.

Mo Yao had six bullet wounds, fortunately all external injuries without any damage to internal organs. That's why he could still be so domineering and continue shooting. Bai Liu also had many gunshot wounds, but both were losing a lot of blood yet could barely hold on.

Bai Liu was more injured than Mo Yao; as the cars chased them down the road, Mo Yao suddenly looked back and said, "Drive steady."

When Bai Liu received the information, the motorcycle drove much more steadily. Mo Yao squinted his eyes and chambered a bullet. The car opened its roof; someone shot from inside it. Unfortunately, they were out of range and posed no threat to them.

Mo Yao picked up the sniper rifle and aimed at the first car's tires, firing once each. There was probably no one who knew guns better than Mo Yao or used them as smoothly as he did. After two shots, the third bullet hit the fuel tank of a vehicle, causing it to explode instantly. The car flew ten meters away with flames shooting out everywhere; its tires and scrap metal fell to the ground. Bai Liu heard braking sounds and chaos coming from behind. With sharp screams mixed with gunpowder smoke, this night looked particularly enchanting.

"You're really terrifying..." Bai Liu said as he drove, but his joy didn't last long because another car caught up to them after three cars were disabled. The remaining five reorganized themselves and continued the pursuit.

Bai Liu sadly discovered that their fuel tank was leaking, meaning they could only drive for a short while longer. Mo Yao said, "Head to the bridge and dive into the Spree River."

Bai Liu nodded; this was their only chance of survival. If their car ran out of gas on the road, they would be dead. The cars kept chasing them relentlessly. Bai Liu roared, "Hold on tight!"

He accelerated to his maximum speed and suddenly lifted the motorcycle off the ground from the bridge, plunging directly into the Spree River.

The people in the car came out and fired at their location; soon after, they saw red dye spread across the water. Police sirens could be heard approaching, so they hastily left.

When Mo Bai received this message, it was late at night. Recently, he had been inexplicably irritable and couldn’t sleep well, often going to bed very late. He originally planned to take Ji Bing back to Rome but ended up flying to the Netherlands for an emergency matter. Due to not adjusting to the time difference and feeling煩躁不安，他匆忙上了飛機。人在荷蘭，去柏林很近，幾個小時後就到了都柏林。

一停下就馬不停蹄地尋人，警察已找到白柳，他受了很嚴重的槍傷，人昏迷不醒，墨遙卻冇有找到，雲派人在河裡尋找了許久都冇有訊息，墨小白打開電腦追蹤墨遙的地址，墨遙體內有一張晶片能夠追蹤他的位置，風雲雷電並不知道。墨晨收到訊息也晚，幾乎和墨小白一同追蹤的，兩人合作倒是挺默契，很快就鎖定了一傢俬人診所。

When Mo Bai and Yun rushed to the clinic, a doctor was performing emergency treatment on Mo Yao. A young girl who happened by found Mo Yao unconscious on the ground and took him here since she worked at this private clinic.

The equipment in the clinic was simple; there was just a white sheet separating the surgical table. Mo Bai's hand was almost tearing through the fabric, his veins bulging from his wrist.

Mo Yao lay on the operating table, wearing only shorts and with blood all over his bare chest. There were two bullet wounds on each arm and shoulder, one penetrating wound on his thigh, and another one on his other arm. These weren't severe injuries; however, there were two bullets still lodged in his body which needed to be removed for him to recover fully. The most serious issue was a sharp object that had penetrated his lower back when he fell from the bridge, causing massive blood loss and fever.

The clinic didn’t have much blood stock; they suggested transferring Mo Yao to a hospital for better treatment since their supplies were limited. Mo Bai asked Yun to fetch more blood. He estimated that taking him to the hospital wouldn't do any good considering his condition. Mo Bai rolled up his sleeve, saying, "Take as much as you need from me."

They had all undergone blood type compatibility tests so they could provide emergency transfusions in critical situations; he and Mo Yao shared the same blood type. When the doctor heard that he was a brother to the patient, he didn’t hesitate further. Mo Bai lay down on another operating table as his blood slowly filled up the tube and flowed into Mo Yao's veins.

Their brothers had all undergone blood compatibility tests for emergency situations like this.

Mo Yao was heavily injured and unconscious; he looked extremely pale, almost deathly so. Even when Mo Yao was wounded in Washington, his complexion hadn’t been as ghastly.

"Brother..." Mo Bai’s heart ached painfully; it felt like someone had punched him in the chest. He kept getting hurt again and again, brother is invincible yet he keeps sustaining injuries one after another lately. Mo Bai was both heartbroken and angry. Even during his unlucky year of birth, nothing terrible happened to him. Seeing how pale his brother looked made him feel incredibly distressed; he wished all these gunshot wounds were on himself instead.

He was really in pain; even the act of drawing blood hurt.

Moyao's vital signs were very weak, and Moyuxiao was extremely anxious. After they drew 500cc of blood, Moyao’s condition slightly improved. When Moyuxiao wanted to donate more blood, he was kicked out by a doctor because his body was healthy—drawing this little bit of blood didn't matter at all to him. The doctors began removing the bullets from Moyao's body; Moyuxiao watched beside him, feeling like he was self-torturing himself. He knew it would be very painful and yet he still watched with wide eyes, enduring the pain alongside his leader.

Because of the intense pain, even in unconsciousness, Moyao’s body convulsed. Moyuxiao held his hand gently, wiping away sweat from his face tenderly, "Brother, it's me, Xiaobai. Hold on, the pain will go away soon."

Moyao didn't seem to hear him; his muscles were stiff and his body convulsed. Moyuxiao was heartbroken to see this. The doctor said that Moyao’s body was very weak and in danger, mainly depending on his will to survive. Thus, the doctor asked Moyuxiao to talk with Moyao.

In reality, if anyone else had been injured so badly, they would have died many times over already. Their bodies were trained in a very special way, allowing them to endure pain and death; otherwise, they wouldn't be alive today.

Moyuxiao started talking to Moyao. He had a lot of things he wanted to say to him. Now that Moyao was unconscious, he could speak his mind freely. He talked about their training when they were kids, since the doctor couldn’t understand Chinese, Moyuxiao spoke without worry about them understanding, "Brother, when I found out you liked me for the first time, I was so scared. Do you know how scared Really terrified. I ran and ran, thinking that if I ran far enough, I wouldn't have any more hallucinations. Yes, hallucinations, because of my own illusions. Later on, the sensations became clearer and clearer; I really feared it but didn’t know why. I just couldn’t accept it… I don't hate you, honestly, truly not hating you at all, yet still unable to accept it…"

"Brother, brother, I don't hate you at all, truly. I actually like you more than the little brothers and sisters or even mom. How could I possibly hate you The last time you left me, I wanted to tell you this but was afraid of making you sadder. I also feared giving you hope only for it to be dashed again. So, I didn’t dare tell you." Moyuxiao held onto Moyao’s hand and spoke very sadly, "People say that I fear you and mom the most; however, in reality, you and mom are my favorites as well. You must think I’m just trying to appease you by saying this, but it's not so. Truly not so, please believe me, will you listen when you wake up"

"The last time you left, you said you were afraid of me feeling disgusted; however, I don’t feel disgusted at all. Why would I Someone has loved me for such a long time, always thinking about my welfare without forcing me to do anything, supporting a whole sky and giving me an open road. How could that make me feel disgusted You really misunderstood it. Yet why is he my brother Why is he my brother…" Moyuxiao seemed to have fallen into an irreparable predicament, "The person you love so much is your little brother…"

"You must think I’m heartless and uncaring, yes, I am heartless and pretending not to understand. I’ve enjoyed your family affection but haven’t returned it, wasting these years on me for nothing. Truly sorry."

"Brother, you definitely hate me, right After leaving Washington, you didn't talk to me anymore; when you stop talking to me, my mood is very bad because of that. Don't ignore me okay I can't handle it, feeling heartache throughout the day and night, brother, are you hating me" Moyuxiao complained coquettishly with a look of grievance in his large eyes filled with tears, "I called you; you actually… Brother, I hate him, I really do. I’ve seen his photos."

Moyuxiao now completely revealed his uncertainty and capriciousness as he chattered endlessly by Moyao’s ear. The doctor twitched the corner of his lips and nearly stabbed him with a scalpel in frustration…

No matter what Moyuxiao said, Moyao didn’t react at all, not even moving a finger. Moyuxiao's heart was plunged into darkness; thinking that Moyao had been injured so badly for Bai Liu’s sake made his little universe burn fiercely.

The doctor thought to himself: because you're such an awful person, your standards are only like this as well. Listening from start to finish, he found the man lying down incredibly pitiful.

He was German for sure, but his wife was Chinese; back then, in pursuit of her, he learned fluent Mandarin. Not speaking didn’t mean not understanding.

Moyuxiao held Moyao’s hand and began revealing secrets that only the unconscious Moyao could hear and a German doctor wouldn't understand. So, Moyuxiao felt like it was okay to vent; he just didn’t know what else to say to Moyao…

"Brother…" Moyuxiao was overwhelmed with sorrow.

The doctor looked at Moyuxiao rather strangely.ng to plan, the success rate of winning back his brother would be at 80%. Proudly, Moyuxiao thought that this was the first time he was putting so much effort into pursuing someone and found it surpri...