Chapter 652

eimo, I want to ask you something: Do you still love Han Bi"Ye Feimo hesitated for a moment. When Warm's warm gaze turned cold, he didn't let her slip away from him but held her tightly and said, "War...Chapter 652

The special forces emerged from below and opened fire on them. Within three minutes, they had been driven into the underbrush. The special forces swarmed after them… Below, most of the soldiers were mobilized to give chase, with a dozen police dogs being deployed as well. They moved more nimbly through the undergrowth than people did. A few others got into cars and went around to surround them.

Wushuang and Fengyun weaved through the underbrush skillfully. A helicopter was four kilometers away, so Wushuang ordered it to take off as he ran. They had no time to spare; they needed to get on the helicopter before they could escape. Gunfire continued to ring out in the underbrush. This was a race against time, and none of them were fighters who would engage in direct combat. Almost all of them headed straight for the helicopter.

After taking off, the helicopter followed Wushuang's orders and flew above the underbrush. Most of the special forces carried assault rifles when they came out; they almost exclusively used light weapons, with the longest effective range being 500 meters. The helicopters provided by the Black Hand Society were top-of-the-line aircraft supplied by the first terrorist organization. They were fast, and their machine guns fired fiercely. Even if the special forces had been rigorously trained in anti-aircraft firing with assault rifles, they still couldn't shoot down an airplane within its effective range. One of them tried to shoot down a helicopter but ended up revealing his position and being destroyed by the gunfire from the helicopter's machine gun. The commander immediately ordered the rest of the special forces to stop shooting at the air to avoid exposing themselves or their comrades.

The special forces commander was obviously also an extremely tough individual who immediately commanded the base to prepare for firing the XM109 to shoot down the helicopter. Everyone else chased from behind, pushing Wushuang and his group into a corner. The underbrush was only a few hundred meters long; when they were about to leave it, they heard the sound of military jeeps driving by on the ground. Clearly, there were enemies in front and pursuers behind them. They quickly changed direction, and Wushuang ordered the helicopter above to lower ropes. Upon realizing that Wushuang’s group was trying to escape, the commander did not fear revealing their position anymore; he ordered his comrades to shoot at the helicopter with full force. The pilot had no choice but to raise the altitude of the aircraft out of range of gunfire and lower all four ropes. Wushuang and his group could only chase after them from behind…

Clearly, they were less familiar with the terrain than the special forces; a small squad had already circled around in front of them and opened fire at Wushuang and Fengyun. When Wushuang engaged them, he cleared out a path with gunfire but suddenly grabbed his weapons and leaped up to grab one of the ropes. Feng’s arm was injured, so he could only hold onto the rope without being able to shoot back. Wushuang and Yun each held their comrades’ assault rifles and turned around, firing in a 360-degree radius, spraying bullets like water. The others couldn’t even lift their heads; the pilot quickly raised the helicopter’s altitude and flew them towards Mexico…

The whole process was swift and seamless; Wushuang and Fengyun's cooperation with the helicopter pilot was flawless as they swiftly evacuated from the base. The ropes were hoisted up, and the few people entered the helicopter.

The commander was furious and immediately ordered the base to activate two military helicopters for pursuit…

Only one military helicopter took off from the base to chase after the helicopter carrying Wu Shuang and the others. The captain, accompanied by a few men, grumbled all the way back, complaining about how useless the air force was for sending only one helicopter in pursuit. But when he returned to the base, he found out that the sniper who had been prepared with a 109 anti-aircraft missile to shoot down the plane and his spotter were both dead; all eight members of the air force unit had perished, leaving several helicopters unable to take off due to damage, thus making him realize it was a diversionary tactic. Since there was a trail of blood from upstairs all the way to the airport left by Mo Xiaobai, and they hadn’t taken the injured with them when they left, he immediately called an army base nearby for backup.

Wu Shuang and others had drawn away most of the special forces, leaving only a few people at the base. Those guarding the prison were downstairs, while those upstairs had been silently eliminated by Mo Yao, who then just so happened to encounter the captain issuing orders to pursue them when he was carrying Mo Xiaobai aboard the helicopter. Naturally, he followed along with the pursuit. During their flight, an unexpected situation arose: initially intending to leave quickly, but Mo Xiaobai asked Mo Yao to carry him back to the captain's room instead, where Mo Xiaobai took a small box from it. When Mo Yao tried to see what was inside, Mo Xiaobai pushed him away and continued holding onto the box even when unconscious, clinging tightly to the little case while Mo Yao had his full attention on flying the helicopter; he was lying on a chair with both hands trembling uncontrollably and clearly unable to sleep.

"Xiaobai, what’s wrong" Mo Yao sensed something amiss. Mo Xiaobai didn’t answer but was drenched in cold sweat as if pulled out of water, moaning painfully; despite being beaten up so badly, he had never cried out a sound before but now pained cries were coming from his throat, hitting the windows of the helicopter with both hands. The box on his legs rolled onto the floor and a syringe containing deep blue liquid fell out, yet Mo Yao’s full attention was on Mo Xiaobai and flying the aircraft, so he didn’t notice the object. Mo Xiaobai painfully pounded against the bulletproof window while Mo Yao shouted at him to keep alert for their surroundings, seemingly trying to focus on multiple things simultaneously.

"Xiaobai, Xiaobai, what’s wrong… Xiaobai..."

"Xiaobai…"

Moxiaobai seemed not to hear him. Wu Shuang asked, "Boss, what's going on"

“Xiaobai is acting strange; I must land the helicopter or he won’t make it,” Mo Yao said, their aircraft already past American territory and entering Mexico’s tropical rainforest. Wu Shuang and Feng Yun stated, “No landing! Just received a message from Mo Chen: eight ‘Black Widows’ have departed from F-764 base heading straight for Mexico. You can either stop here or let Xiaobai die here.”

“If we don’t land now, Xiaobai won’t survive,” Mo Yao interjected between intervals, no longer caring about Wu Shuang’s curses; the helicopter made an emergency landing in Mexico's tropical rainforest. Wu Shuang swore loudly as she and Feng Yun geared up, descending via ropes from the helicopter. Four people landed down: one was a mafia brother. Wu Shuang and Feng Yun planned to stay behind to protect Mo Yao and Mo Xiaobai; he could not leave with an injured Mo Xiaobai anyway, while another person continued flying the helicopter as a decoy.

The plane made an emergency landing. Mo Yue unfastened his seatbelt and immediately went to hold onto Little White, who had already gone crazy. He was banging his head against something with such force that it broke the skin on his forehead, making him look terrifying.

Mo Yue held him tightly in his arms, trying to calm him down. Even though he was clearly exhausted, he still managed incredible strength and raged, cursed, and struggled in Mo Yue's embrace like a trapped beast, shouting something incomprehensible.

Wu Shuang just arrived when she heard Little White’s screams. She was heartbroken, and seeing her brother's state made her jump in shock. Was this still the confident, sexy and beautiful little brother that everyone admired He looked so pitiful...

Feng Yun covered his mouth as Mo Baiwei left several scratches on Mo Yue's face; he would hit anything or anyone within reach, grab at anything within sight, and even bite whatever got in his way. Knowing they didn’t have much time, Wu Shuang couldn’t afford to waste any more time, "Boss, take Little White out of here! We need to leave right now."

Mo Yue nodded but found it difficult to hold onto Mo Baiwei as he struggled. Mo Baiwei suddenly kicked him away and escaped from Mo Yue's grasp. The small space inside the helicopter made Mo Baiwei feel incredibly claustrophobic; wanting to escape, yet finding himself trapped on all sides like in a terrifying prison. As soon as he broke free of Mo Yue’s hold, he fell to the ground, crawling forward before hitting something and falling again. Suddenly spotting the azure syringe needle, he grabbed it with the same fervor an addict would for drugs and injected its contents into his own arm...

"Little White!" Mo Yue, Wu Shuang, and Feng Yun all rushed over. Mo Baiwei had injected himself before anyone could stop him; as soon as he did, he collapsed unconscious.

Mo Yue and Wu Shuang exchanged glances; both of their hearts sank. Mo Yue quickly picked up Little White while Wu Shuang grabbed the box. Feng Yun followed them off the helicopter as they took it away.

In Mexico's tropical rainforest, there were numerous dangerous creatures. This was Ye Wei’s favorite place to torture them, often leaving them here. As a result, they were quite familiar with life in the jungle.

It was night again, pitch black. Wushuang chose a safe pile of rocks ahead. Mo Yue put Xiaobai down, and with the wind indicating everything seemed secure and no pursuers had caught up yet, Wushuang suddenly asked, "Is there a tracker on Xiaobai"

"I've checked; there isn't!" Mo Yue replied. Even in the most dangerous situations, they wouldn’t neglect basic precautions. Wushuang nodded, and Yun worriedly asked, “What happened to Xiaobai just now”

Wushuang opened a small box that contained more than ten vials of azure liquid already inside syringes. She squeezed out a drop onto her hand, sniffed it, then held her hand in front of Mo Yue and said, "High purity."

This sentence alone told them that this was at least drug with extremely high purity.

"Take a picture and send it to Mo Chen," Mo Yue suggested. "After injection, it should cause severe hallucinations."

"Neurological drugs" Wushuang wondered in disbelief. “These bastards actually dared to use this on Xiaobai.”

Wushuang was beyond furious. During interrogation, drugs were an excellent tool. From a prisoner’s perspective, developing a drug addiction and facing execution had little difference. Thus, interrogators could freely administer the most terrifying drugs to prisoners, as these substances compelled people to reveal the truth; even someone as resilient as bone wouldn’t resist against drugs. Moreover, under the influence of such drugs, one often didn't remember what they said while in a daze. Especially for neurological drugs, members of first-tier terrorist organizations had all experienced certain levels of drug purity to build up their tolerance and convincingly mimic the symptoms of addiction after being injected. Mo Jue and Mo Ye lacked this kind of training; they were naturally immune to poisons. Only Ye Wei had experience with drug use, so she trained them in resisting drugs. Mo Yue was also naturally immune to all poisons, hence no one worried about him developing an addiction. Xiaobai had been exposed to simple drugs like ecstasy since the age of nine, which didn’t lead to addiction but gradually increased in dosage until Ye Wei kept it under control without letting them truly become addicted, merely building up their drug tolerance in their bodies. Hence, whatever had affected Xiaobai couldn't be an ordinary drug.

No drugs available on the market could cause such a reaction from Xiaobai.t all her joys and sorrows, happiness and expectations, disappointments and despair were spent in these lonely yet blissful ten years.In a tumultuous romantic career, she would cherish future tranquil...