Ye Qing leaped into the air, surprising even the black-clad killer who chased him to the balcony.
Moreover, the angle he chose was very good. It happened to be the angle between the two floors, a blind spot for shooting.
"They are on the eighth floor." The gunman in black looked again and again, not daring to jump down.
Liu Fang then opened her eyes and looked around in disbelief. Although she was still on the balcony, the light from the guest room could clearly see where she was:
"You really flew here."
"So, Sister Afang can give up." Ye Qing smiled evilly.
Liu Fang looked at the back of his head and wanted to bite his neck. Suddenly, she screamed: "He's flying over too."
But he saw a man in black and imitated him in flying like a leopard.
Ye Qing no longer took off the deadlock, but carried Liu Fang on his back and quickly came to the stainless steel railing.
He looked at the black-clothed gunman flying toward him, and then reached out and gave him a gentle push on the top of his head the moment he grabbed the railing.
"Ah..." The gunman in black danced in the air and screamed repeatedly.
"Bang!" Even on the eighth floor, this sound could be heard very clearly.
On the ninth floor balcony, gunshots were fired continuously, and Ye Qing quickly retreated with Liu Fang on his back.
At this moment, the second gunman in black had already swooped over, climbed up the railing, and jumped onto the balcony.
"Hold my neck and don't move!" Ye Qing warned, taking advantage of the black-clothed gunman's unsteady footing to quickly swoop forward.
His speed was extremely fast, and the smooth friction between his strong back and Liu Fang's lubricated chest muscles made Liu Fang's muscles and bones weak. The strange feeling was like burning, and she almost moaned.
Ye Qing also felt something abnormal on his spine, but he was so filled with murderous intent that he ignored this feeling.
The gunman in black saw that he was flying quickly and violently, and it was too late to raise his gun to aim, so he punched him in the face.
Ye Qing tilted his head to avoid the iron fist with a punching style, but suddenly remembered that there was Liu Fang behind him, so he quickly dodged sideways, and at the same time raised his shoulder to catch his punch with his shoulder.
The gunman in black took three steps back and hit the stainless steel railing before regaining his balance.
Just as he was about to raise his gun, he found that Ye Qing had already swooped over and hit his chest with a powerful and heavy fist.
The gunman in black used his waist as the center, pressed against the stainless steel railing, and turned his body outwards. Only then did he dissolve his iron fist, which contained the power to break mountains.
And while his body was tumbling, he quickly grabbed the bottom railing.
Ye Qing's foot flew through the gap in the railing and hit him in the face with a bang.
The gunman in black screamed as he rolled around, and then there was a frightening cry: "Bang!"
The black-clothed gunmen crowded on the ninth-floor balcony no longer dared to pounce on them. Several guys had already turned around and seemed to be preparing to attack from the eighth floor.
"Hurry up and untie the hem of your skirt, I don't want to be a burden to you!" Liu Fang pressed her body tightly against his.
Death was threatening both of them at the same time. Although Ye Qing felt that he would never leave him in times of danger, he also knew that he had become his biggest burden.
"I was too hasty just now and tied it tightly. I had to cut it with a knife or tear the hem of the skirt!"
Even though he was carrying the warm nephrite jade on his back, Ye Qing also felt a sense of embarrassment. The familiar Yu Jie only had a thin silk dress on her body, and there was nothing inside...
"Don't tear it!" Liu Fang was almost frightened to tears by him. She is not wearing anything underneath, and you are tearing open the skirt...
"Then let's do this for now!" Ye Qing was helpless: "But please hold me tight and don't affect my movements."
"Well!" Liu Fang's face was red and hot, and her eyes were watery: "I seem to be a little heavy."
"Be more confident and get rid of it!" Ye Qing said with a smile.
Liu Fang grinded her teeth on his back with hatred, but she wisely didn't say anything more and just hugged him a little tighter, a little tighter.
Ye Qing was distracted and walked to the balcony door, only to find that the glass door was locked from the inside. And there were screams in the room.
Damn it, how many killers came tonight.
"The door can't be opened, what should we do!"
"Even if it is opened, I don't dare to go in!" Ye Qing knew that if he were alone, he would dare to break in, but Liu Fang was on his back, which affected his speed and strength.
The most important thing is that he will not spare her life just because she is beautiful.
Ye Qing walked to the railing and took a look at the balcony on the seventh floor. It was dark and a little dizzy.
"You still want to dance!" Liu Fang's voice was weak, feeling guilty, nervous, and a little bit irritated.
"I was desperate just now, but there's no need now." Ye Qing climbed over the railing and slowly lowered his body.
Liu Fang was in mid-air, looking at the stars and car lights, and suddenly became anxious: "What are you going to do again!"
"Grab the railing on the eighth floor and climb to the seventh floor!" Ye Qing said matter-of-factly: "Besides, this jump is easier and less dangerous."
Liu Fang wants to cry but has no tears...
Ye Qing grabbed the bottom of the stainless steel railing, swayed twice in mid-air, and landed on the seventh-floor balcony easily with the help of the force of the swing.
Liu Fang swayed on his back, sweating all over his body.
Ye Qing patted her plump buttocks with his backhand, and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, I have undergone special training. This kind of thing like climbing floors is easy for me."
"Carry someone on your back across the floor!" Even though his pretty butt was patted by him, Liu Fang didn't care. She had already lost enough tonight.
"You think I'm crazy!" Ye Qing was joking with her while looking towards the sixth floor.
"You still want to jump!" Liu Fang held his neck with both hands and said weakly: "Can't we stay here and wait for rescue?"
"They have already fallen down!" Ye Qing raised his head and looked at the two legs hanging down from the ninth-floor balcony on the left. Unfortunately, he couldn't reach them. Otherwise, if he stretched out his hand, he would fall to pieces:
"Once they're on the same floor as us, we can start shooting."
He joked a little with Liu Fang and rested for a few minutes. Seeing that the other party had jumped to the eighth floor, he did not dare to delay any longer.
It took more than an hour for Ye Qing to land on the ground with Liu Fang on his back.
"Hands up!" The armed officer, wearing a steel helmet and body armor, aimed at the two men with a micro thrust in his hand.
"I am Ye Qing, and on my back is Liu Fang, the director of internal medicine at Rayleigh First Hospital!" Ye Qing raised his hands calmly: "Is Zhao Lei here?"
A flashlight beam shone towards him: "Yes, it's the young master!"
A plainclothes man walked over quickly and looked at him with admiration: "Master, you are Spider-Man!"
Ye Qing also recognized the person. He was also the young man who was weighing stones with him in the Tengchong warehouse to look for fake gold:
"Have you ever seen Spider-Man being hunted so badly!"
