"I know I'm going to die, but there's something I want to ask you." The man raised his head and took a look at these uniformed people. He never thought that some women would have such powerful abilities.

I used to think that only men can be soldiers, but now I see that women are not men.

"Go ahead and cherish your last chance to speak." Ling Muyan looked at the man and said.

"Just now I let a little boy go down. As long as he can walk downstairs by himself, I can let his mother go. Can I wait until the little boy goes down and let me die?"

It's probably the most desired result in his life. Zhang Shumin chose this way to remind his former child, which is also for his own child.

Ling Muyan knows that the man really let the child go because of his wife and child. Now the child has been sent down by the person arranged by himself. It is estimated that he has arrived safely.

Sure enough, when the man took out the telescope to see the child went downstairs, he immediately laughed. The child waved his hand to the people upstairs and yelled: "uncle, I have safely walked downstairs. Can you let my mother go?"

It's a pity that the floor is too high, and there is wind resistance. The man doesn't understand what the man is shouting, but Zhang Shumin does know.

The child's greatest desire is to hope that his mother can go on alive. In this case, he will obey the trust.

Zhang Shuming looked down, then raised his hand, indicating that the boy could wait, and her mother would go down directly.

When Ling Muyan saw the man, he immediately frowned. He always felt that there was something wrong with the man. Just when Ling Muyan was going to pull the man back, the man looked up to the sky and roared like he was mad.

Suddenly, Ling Muyan seems to see what the man wants to do, and immediately yells at Sun Yue, who is closest to the man: "stop the man quickly, he wants to jump off a building and commit suicide."

Ling Muyan's voice rang out. The soldiers on the roof became serious and ran to the man. The man immediately laughed and fell down. All of them tried their best to hold the man, but there was nothing they could do.

The man had already jumped down. When he was in mid air, he knew that there was a fireman under the air cushion, so the man immediately took out his gun and fired two shots in his mouth. When he fell down, he was dead.

Ling Muyan did not expect that this man would do such a thing at the last moment.

The people below covered their eyes immediately after they saw it. If they just jumped off the building, they probably would not have any reaction, but the man swallowed a gun in the air and killed himself. The blood and brain all fell down from top to bottom, which made people very disgusted.

Wen Yu immediately frowned after seeing it. She didn't expect that this man would choose the road of suicide. She probably didn't want to live long ago, so it doesn't matter at all.

Wen Yu frowned at the moment when she saw the man fall down. Maybe the man didn't want to be bad at all. He just wanted to make his family better.

It's a pity that people's greedy desire is endless. When they encounter this kind of thing, they will only harm their families.

"Report to the chief, that man is dead and has no ability to live at all. What should we do with that man?"

When people are dying, their words are also good. After seeing the man who committed suicide, everyone thinks that the man has done something wrong, but when they see the pitiful look of the man, they also feel very pitiful, so they don't have much resentment towards the man.

"Cremate it. He has no family. We don't know where his wife and mother are. Let it go with the wind. I hope he can give me a good family when he is reincarnated in his next life."

After Wen Yu finished, she couldn't help sighing. It's always said that things are impermanent. It's true that things are impermanent, because I don't know what will happen next second.

"Yes, chief." After the soldier finished, he immediately walked towards the man's body. He was probably used to this kind of thing for a long time, and he didn't feel sick at all. Instead, he had the man photographed and left.

Ling Muyan took a look at the man downstairs, who had been carried away. Also secretly relaxed a breath, probably this also can be regarded as that man's best destination.

"Yan'er, have you taken care of it? Hurry down, we're back in the army. " Hearing Wen Yu's voice, Ling Muyan immediately took out his walkie talkie and said with a smile, "it's been dealt with.

We'll be down in a minute. There are still many hostages to deal with, and there are two living people here. We need to lock him up and torture him severely. Maybe there's something else I can ask. "

"Well, just press him out." After two people finished talking, Wen Yu pressed the close button and waited for Ling Muyan to come down.

Ling Muyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then, a sense of vertigo came. Ling Muyan immediately shook his head. Maybe he was really tired.

"What's the matter with you? Look even worse than just now? Are you really sick? I'd better go to the hospital to have a look. Don't delay this kind of thing. "

Sun Yue looks at Ling Muyan's face. If she continues to delay, she can't figure out what's going on. So she goes to the hospital to see what's going on.

Ling Muyan shook his head. He grew up and liked to exercise very much. Maybe he had hypoglycemia, so there was no need to go to the hospital to arouse people.

"It doesn't matter. It's probably because of hypoglycemia. If it doesn't matter, don't worry. Just have a good rest when you come back to the army."

Ling Muyan pulls out a smile, but he doesn't know that when she smiles like this, he looks like a monster to those people.

Ling Muyan's constitution is the best, but there has never been such a situation.

Ling Muyan has some helplessness. He is really OK, but he is dizzy.

Just when Ling Muyan was about to go down the stairs, the water pipe hit again, and then fell forward. Sun Yue assisted Ling Muyan directly with lightning speed and didn't let her fall down the stairs.