Peng Wang sat in the middle of everyone and lit a bonfire, sitting there in a daze.
The Eighth Old Zhou and Zhang Qing saw this and walked over to accompany him.
Zhang Qing was always frank, saying whatever came to his mind.
"Boss, I see those people in black are all here for Mo Jiuye. It's a pity for our two brothers to suffer this injustice."
Peng Wang glanced at Zhang Qing, his tone a little harsh.
"Do I still need to say that when everyone knows clearly?"
Zhang Qing did not shut up because of Peng Wang's attitude.
"Boss, Mo Jiuye and his wife haven't come back yet, I'm afraid things don't bode well for them."
When he heard these words, tears had already welled up in The Eighth Old Zhou's eyes.
He didn't know why, but when he heard that He Zhiran's situation was dangerous, his heart felt as painful as being pricked by a needle.
Such a good woman, how could she be in danger?
Fortunately, it was dark and neither Peng Wang nor Zhang Qing saw the tears in the corners of his eyes, otherwise Peng Wang would definitely scold him severely again.
Peng Wang sighed, "It's been a whole day, if they were coming back they should have been back by now."
These unspoken words meant that he judged that He Zhiran and Mo Jiuye were already dead.
Zhang Qing continued, "Boss, if so, do we have to continue on our way tomorrow?"
Peng Wang nodded, "We've already delayed this mission for too long, we must set off early tomorrow morning."
The silent The Eighth Old Zhou listened. When he heard they would set off tomorrow, the pain in his heart became more intense.
"Boss, can we wait one more day? I plan to go out and look for people."
Peng Wang looked at him inquisitively.
In the firelight, traces of tears could vaguely be seen on The Eighth Old Zhou's face.
There was no need to think about it, this guy was stubbornly obsessed with Miss He.
Peng Wang sighed deeply, "That's good too. I'll give you three days. Whether you find them or not, you must catch up with us."
"Don't worry boss, I will catch up with you guys within three days."
The Eighth Old Zhou knew he could understand the implication in Peng Wang's words.
But he just wouldn't give up. No matter how he felt, it was He Zhiran who had saved his life at first. Now that He Zhiran and Mo Jiuye were of unknown fate, if he continued on like this he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.
"Boss, you guys continue on tomorrow, I will stay to look for traces of them."
Peng Wang knew The Eighth Old Zhou's temperament. He looked stubborn on the outside, but once he made up his mind even ten oxen couldn't pull him back.
He sighed deeply, "That's good too. I'll give you three days. Whether you find them or not, you must rejoin the team."
"Don't worry boss, I will catch up with you guys within three days."
The Eighth Old Zhou felt that three days was enough. He refused to believe two living people could just disappear into thin air.
At least he had to see the person alive, or see their corpse if dead.
On the Mo family's side, although the women had all returned to their own tents, not one of them could fall asleep.
Especially Old Lady Mo. In front of others she didn't dare show her grief, because once she collapsed these people wouldn't have a backbone anymore.
Now in the deep of night, she sat in her tent, looking out from time to time, hoping a miracle would happen and her son and daughter-in-law would return safely.
Mo Hanyue got up and snuggled into Old Lady Mo's arms.
"Mother, ninth brother and ninth sister-in-law won't abandon us."
Old Lady Mo lovingly stroked her daughter's head, "Um, they will definitely come back."
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In the space, Mo Jiuye and He Zhiran were also wide awake.
Thinking of today's assassination attempt, if Mo Jiuye also had a machine gun like hers, and they both fired from afar at the same time, perhaps Mo Jiuye wouldn't have been severely injured and she wouldn't have been forced to jump off the cliff.
Therefore, He Zhiran felt it necessary to teach Mo Jiuye how to use those firearms.
In case they encountered similar dangers in the future, he would have one more lifesaving method.
Seeing He Zhiran bring over a large pile of strange metal gadgets, Mo Jiuye was immediately invigorated.
Among them there were some he had seen He Zhiran use before, so they weren't unfamiliar.
"Are these all your weapons?"
He Zhiran first took out the machine gun she had used today.
"This is called a machine gun. It can fire continuously, suitable for when there are many enemies."
As she spoke, she demonstrated to Mo Jiuye how to use the machine gun and how to load bullets step by step.
For someone who was a veteran of the battlefield, seeing such a weapon was like seeing a great treasure, very exciting.
Mo Jiuye wanted to get up and mimic He Zhiran, holding the machine gun and comparing it, but with so many wounds on his body even the slightest movement hurt like hell.
Seeing Mo Jiuye's painful expression, He Zhiran quickly stopped his movements.
"You can't move now. There are plenty of these machine guns. After you recover, feel free to take one to play with or even use for hunting. I won't be distressed."
He Zhiran really wouldn't feel distressed. Facing those men in black today, when her machine gun ran out of bullets she didn't want to waste time reloading, so she would take out a new one from her space. As a result there were now more than ten identical machine guns in her space.
Mo Jiuye felt a little disappointed at not being able to personally feel what it was like to hold a machine gun.
But he also knew his wounds were too severe and he shouldn't exercise too early.
"We agreed, after I recover you must give me one of these machine guns."
He Zhiran didn't expect this man to love the weapons in her space so much that his tone became somewhat childish.
Amused but also touched, she took out the sniper rifle again.
"This is called a sniper rifle. The characteristics are high accuracy and long range, suitable for long-range assassinations."
Then she took out the exquisite little mini pistol.
"This is suitable to carry around for self defense."
"And this is a tranquilizer gun that can make people temporarily lose consciousness. If you want to capture someone alive then use this."
Mo Jiuye became more and more interested the more he listened. If these weapons had been on past battlefields there wouldn't have been so many dead and injured brothers.
However, he knew clearly in his heart that He Zhiran's weapons were too extraordinary and shouldn't see too much daylight.
Especially since he was no longer the Duke of Protection. Future battlefields had nothing to do with him anymore.
But with these weapons in He Zhiran's hands, her safety would have greater assurance.
After seeing all this, He Zhiran joyfully discovered a large cardboard box in the medical room with ten hand grenades inside.
She didn't know who had put them in the medical room. If she had known earlier she wouldn't have had so much trouble dealing with those men in black. Fortunately both her and Mo Jiuye got away unharmed.
No matter what, it was a good thing to have another highly lethal weapon in her space, which would definitely come in handy sooner or later when facing unexpected situations in the future.
She took out a grenade to show Mo Jiuye.
"This is called a hand grenade. It contains four thousand steel balls that burst out like falling flowers everywhere in an explosion, and can instantly kill enemies."
Without even thinking about it Mo Jiuye knew this was an area attack weapon.
He hated that his wounds didn't immediately heal so he could witness the power of these weapons.
Thinking of his injuries, Mo Jiuye was truly grateful to have He Zhiran. Otherwise he didn't know if he would still be alive now.
Just as he was silently grateful to He Zhiran, he suddenly felt his lower abdomen tighten.
He saw He Zhiran take a box of grenades out and struggled to get up.
