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ing.He glanced at the Zhao family once. Ever since they started their conversation, he noticed someone watching them from a window on the second floor.His heart sneered inwardly; there was no need for...The Substitute Ex-Wife of the CEO Volume Completion Chapter 758

Bullets rained down like water, both from inside and outside the abandoned factory. Sniper rifles, assault rifles, and handguns fired frequently, as if money wasn't an issue for them to shoot nonstop. Mo Yue rolled on the ground once and directly rolled to the edge of the abandoned factory. He had observed the outdoor environment and knew where it was safest and could avoid sniper positions. Although this edge was within the snipers' field of vision, it only covered 20% of their view while leaving the other two completely out of sight. Mo Yue fired his gun with both hands as he dodged, killing five or six people in an instant. Everyone scrambled to find cover points; those inside stayed still, and only those outside were shooting. Anyone who could see Mo Yue shot at him, while the remaining ten or so indoors hid to avoid accidental injury.

This was a well-trained killer group that operated like NATO special forces. They clearly had been cultivated by some of the most advanced spy organizations. Their coordination was excellent. Mo Yue's range couldn't reach outside, leaving no choice but to dodge. With another ten or so people occasionally shooting from indoors, after fifteen minutes, a bullet grazed his waist, and during that slight pause, another bullet hit him in his shoulder from behind. Due to the brief pain, Mo Yue's reaction was slightly delayed, and as soon as he dodged, half a dozen bullets swept by.

This was an abandoned factory with 360-degree coverage outside; no matter where Mo Yue hid, someone could hit him. The bullet density was like machine-gun fire without cost, very intense. Even Ultraman would be injured in this situation.

White Willow suddenly rushed out from his hiding spot and pounced on an enemy. Those firing outdoors wouldn't shoot their own people to avoid accidental injury. Despite being wounded, White Willow's agility wasn't affected. He leaped like a cheetah, catching the other person off guard and knocking him down. White Willow used his knee to strike the enemy’s spinal column while twisting his head, breaking his neck and killing him instantly. White Willow grabbed his assault rifle and magazine, rolling aside to avoid incoming bullets. Meanwhile, Mo Yue had reached a blind spot, barely managing to numb the pain in his shoulder with anesthetic shots. White Willow swept up the body on the ground and started engaging those indoors, felling four or five people amidst dodging and weaving; only about seven or eight remained inside.

The other middle-aged leader stood up angrily, firing his assault rifle wildly as his bloodshot eyes chased after White Willow, who was desperately evading. Mo Yue rolled out from beside a car and shot him once while moving. The accuracy of the shots dropped during movement; the bullet hit that person's pancreas area, then Mo Yue fired again, hitting him right between the eyes, killing both leaders.

Mo Yue grabbed the powerful assault rifle next to the fallen leader and suddenly aimed at the person with the Barret sniper rifle. They were almost shooting each other; Mo Yue was hit in his arm by a bullet causing a through-and-through wound but he lucked out and blew the man's head off.

Amidst the chaos, White Willow still didn't forget to praise Mo Yue as ‘awesome’ and truly strong. He had never seen such terrifying skills; bullets hitting the body seemed like no big deal, truly frightening.

Moe Yue wasn't in the mood to listen to White Willow's compliments; he rolled over beside him and picked up the Barret rifle, squinting at White Willow as he contemplated whether he should trust him. But Mo Yue took a gamble, saying sternly, "My back is yours."

White Willow snapped his fingers and mouthed to him, "No problem!"

"My back is yours."

This was equivalent to entrusting his life to White Willow for protection. Mo Yue never did this; few people could make him say these words, only those brothers and sisters and the風雲雷電 (Feng Yun Lei Dian) who were with him. In chaotic battlefields filled with gunfire, such a gamble無疑是一場豪賭，如果輸了，他這條命就冇了。但現在彆無選擇，他必須把背後交給白柳。

Even if he was powerful, he was still just one person; his body was flesh and blood, capable of feeling pain and dying. He didn't have four hands and could only focus on the enemies outside in this area with comprehensive surveillance. To escape, he had to take down everyone inside. Now, he needed to eliminate all the snipers for a chance at survival, but someone had to protect his back while he did so.

Sniping was different from assault; he could not afford any distractions.

If he misjudged White Willow and couldn't rely on him to protect his back or if White Willow fired a shot from behind, it wouldn’t matter. Mo Yue trusted White Willow enough to bring him into this dangerous situation; if White Willow were to shoot from behind, Mo Yue would accept the outcome.

The person he chose was himself, and if he made a mistake, he would take responsibility; he accepted his gamble’s consequences.

Bullets kept firing, echoing coldly in the abandoned factory's steel structures. Mo Yue fired for guns, particularly sniper rifles; among the Mo family children, he and Wu Shuang were the best snipers. With any sniper rifle in hand, he could kill with ease; pointing his finger at someone meant a bullet would follow and instantly end their life without a doubt.

Even in such an unstable and dangerous environment, when Mo Yao aimed his sniper rifle, he fired a shot before the opponent could do so. Then, he ducked to avoid bullets that fell beside him, and one of the snipers was killed.

The difficulty came after this; once they learned their lesson, they chose even more concealed positions. From the scope, Mo Yao saw only 10% visibility and couldn't fire.

Inside, four people who attempted to shoot at Mo Yao were all killed by Bai Liu. He did not disappoint Mo Yao and protected him very steadily, even with two bullet wounds on his arm that wouldn't stop bleeding.

The white clothes had been stained red, a strikingly eerie sight.

Mo Yao reloaded but no longer searched for snipers; instead, he fired at anyone he saw. In no time, several more people were taken down, but in turn, two bullet wounds hit Mo Yao: one on his shoulder and another on his arm.

This was a bloody battle, a very difficult one. Bai Liu was smart to eliminate all the indoor threats first; however, there were still around ten people surrounding them outside. Mo Yao spotted an abandoned motorcycle that seemed relatively new, so he pursed his lips and looked at Bai Liu, signaling him to check it out while he provided cover.

Bai Liu understood what he meant and, under the cover of Mo Yao's long gun, pulled a machine gun behind the car. This was a blind spot where the people outside could not reach them. After checking the fuel tank, Bai Liu found it fortunate that there was still some gas left in the motorcycle. However, the fuel was limited, only enough to run for ten kilometers.

Bai Liu asked, "Do you want to take a chance"

Both of them were severely injured; Bai Liu's injuries from being shot were serious, and so was Mo Yao’s, along with excessive blood loss. Staying here would only result in further blood loss leading to death, thus they had no choice but to take the risk.

"Let's do it!" Mo Yao said gravely. Bai Liu was much better at driving than Mo Yao, so naturally, he would be the one to drive while Mo Yao sat behind him back-to-back. Otherwise, this seating arrangement would likely result in fatalities.

With the car as cover, maneuvering the motorcycle wasn't too difficult. When the outside people heard the sound of the engine, they shot bullets like rain at them. The cold sounds echoed when the bullets hit the car. Bai Liu laughed gently and with utmost purity, "Give me a kiss."

Under these circumstances, his tone sounded flirtatious. Mo Yao’s gaze darkened as Bai Liu teased him by kissing over Mo Yao's neck with an intense French kiss that seemed like their last kiss before despair.

They didn't know the outcome of this risky escape attempt. Bai Liu thought to himself that if fate had it planned for him to die tonight, he would die in his arms.

Their lips parted as Mo Yao wasted no words and got on the motorcycle. Bai Liu pressed down on the accelerator, and the motorcycle sped through the abandoned lot's gates onto the highway, bullets pouring towards them like water and splattering dust around them. With excellent skill, Bai Liu maneuvered the motorcycle to dodge the bullets, while Mo Yao swept shots with his Barrett rifle, so intense that everyone ducked their heads.

The motorcycle swiftly entered the highway; behind were several cars chasing after it, performing a high-speed chase on the deserted night road.

Mo Yao had six bullet wounds, fortunately all external injuries without internal damage, thus allowing him to still fire shots with such dominance. Bai Liu was also heavily injured and bleeding profusely but managed to stay alive. Mo Yao's condition was worse than Bai Liu’s; as the cars continued to chase them down the road, Mo Yao suddenly turned back and said, "Drive steadily."

When Bai Liu received the message, the motorcycle started to ride more steadily. Mo Yao squinted his eyes and loaded a bullet into the chamber. The other side had opened their car’s convertible top, with someone popping out to fire at them. Unfortunately, they were out of range, so there was no threat.

Mo Yao picked up the sniper rifle and fired one shot each at the tires of the first vehicle. There probably wasn’t anyone in this world who could operate a gun as well as Mo Yao did or use it as smoothly. After two shots, he fired the third bullet into the fuel tank, causing that car to explode instantly. The car was flipped over several times with sparks flying everywhere. Tires and scrap metal fell down. Bai Liu heard the sound of brakes and chaos from behind. The sharp sounds mixed with the smell of gunpowder made this night look so mesmerizing.

"You're really terrifying..." Bai Liu said while driving, but his happiness didn't last long before another car caught up to them. After three cars were destroyed, the remaining five regrouped and chased after them again.

Bai Liu sadly discovered a fact: fuel was leaking from their tank, which meant that they couldn’t maintain it for much longer. At most, they could keep going for two more kilometers. Mo Yao said, "Go up to the bridge and drive into the Spree River."

Bai Liu nodded. This was their only way out; otherwise, with no fuel left on the road, they would have no other choice but to die. The cars from behind kept chasing them. Bai Liu shouted loudly, “Hold on tight!”

He accelerated to his maximum speed and suddenly roared. That very elegant-looking young man lifted up the car and charged off the bridge, diving straight into the Spree River from a height of dozens of meters.

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The few people in the car got out and fired at where they had fallen. In no time, the water turned red. Police sirens came rushing over; it was not advisable to stay around for long. After firing off several shots, they hastily got back into their cars and drove away.

When Mo Xiao Bai received the message, it was already late at night. He had been feeling inexplicably restless lately, unable to sleep at night. He usually would have brought Ji Bing back to Rome by now, but he had a sudden change of plans and flew to the Netherlands instead. Due to jet lag, he felt even more uneasy. Hearing that his boss was in trouble made him hurriedly board an airplane. Since he was in the Netherlands at the time, it wasn’t far to Berlin; after a few hours, the plane arrived.

He immediately went searching for people and found Bai Liu, who had received very serious gunshot wounds and was unconscious. However, Mo Yao couldn't be found. Yun’s team searched the river for a long time but didn't find anything. Mo Xiao Bai opened his computer to track Mo Yao’s location; there was an implanted chip in Mo Yao's body that could track his position, something that Wind, Cloud, Thunder, and Lightning were unaware of. Mo Chen received the news at almost the same time as Mo Xiao Bai, so they both started tracking him together. The two of them worked quickly and soon locked onto a private clinic.

When Mo Xiao Bai and Yun rushed to the clinic, doctors were already treating Mo Yao’s injuries. A girl who had passed by found Mo Yao lying unconscious on the ground, so she took him away. Luckily, this girl was a nurse at that private clinic, so she brought Mo Yao here.

The equipment in the private clinic was very simple; there was only a sheet separating the operating table from everything else. Mo Xiao Bai’s hands almost tore through the pristine white cloth as his veins bulged out on his hand.

Mo Yao lay on the operation table with just shorts on, half-naked and covered in blood stains. He had gunshot wounds on both arms and shoulders, one of which was a penetrating shot to his thigh. Another bullet wound was on another arm. They weren’t very serious injuries; only those two shots to the shoulder left bullets inside him, but as long as they were removed, he would be fine. The problem was that when he fell down, gravity had been so strong that it might have hit a rock or something sharp and caused his lower back to suffer severe wounds. He had lost too much blood and also had a fever, making the situation quite critical.

The private clinic didn’t have much in terms of blood supply, but the doctor suggested sending him to a big hospital because he didn’t have enough inventory here. Mo Xiao Bai instructed Yun to go get more supplies; if they sent his boss to the hospital under these conditions, it was likely too late for treatment. Mo Xiao Bai rolled up his sleeve and said, “Take as much of my blood as you can.”

He and Mo Yao and Mo Chen were all in the same blood type group so that they could give emergency aid in critical moments. Hearing that they were brothers, the doctor didn’t hesitate any further. Mo Xiao Bai lay on another operating table while watching the IV drip slowly fill up with his own blood flowing into his brother's veins.

His blood flowed into his brother’s veins.

Mo Yao was seriously injured and unconscious; he looked pale, deathly white. Even when Mo Yao had been shot in Washington before, Bai Liu hadn’t seen him look so pale.

"Brother..." Mo Baixiao felt as if he had been punched in the heart, a dull ache that hurt like an injury. He was hurt again. Big Boss was powerful and invincible; over all these years, he rarely got injured, but recently he had been getting injured one after another. Mo Baixiao was torn between heartache and rage. This year wasn't as unlucky for him as it usually would have been.

Looking at his boss’s face, he felt indescribable pain; he wished all the gunshot wounds were on himself.

He really hurt—he even hurt when they drew blood from him.

Mò Yáo's life force was very weak. Mo Baixiao was extremely anxious as 500cc of his blood was drawn out and Mò Yáo’s situation improved a little. Mo Baixiao wanted to donate more, but the doctor kicked him away; since he had a good body, losing this small amount of blood didn't matter much. The doctor started removing bullets from Mò Yáo's body. Mo Baixiao watched by his side and felt that he was torturing himself—he knew it would be very painful, yet he could only look on helplessly as his boss suffered.

Mò Yáo writhed in pain even in a coma; Mo Baixiao held his hand and gently wiped the sweat off his face. "Brother, I'm Bai Xiao. Just endure it for now, and soon you won't feel any more pain."

It seemed Mò Yáo didn’t hear what he said—his muscles were rigid, and his body convulsed. Mo Baixiao was heartbroken—the doctor had just told him that the patient’s body was very weak and also in danger; it mostly depended on the patient's will to survive. He asked Mo Baixiao to talk to Mò Yáo.

Injuries as severe as these would have killed most other people long ago, but their bodies had been trained in special ways, so they could endure pain and death—otherwise, they would already be dead.

Mo Baixiao started talking to Mò Yáo. He had a lot of things he wanted to say to him; now that Mò Yáo was unconscious, he spoke even more freely. He recounted their training as children—the doctor couldn’t understand Chinese, but Mo Baixiao didn’t mind saying what happened when they were teenagers. "Brother, I was so scared the first time I found out you liked me. Did you know Really scared—running and running, thinking that if I ran far enough and got tired, I wouldn't have any illusions anymore. Yes, illusions—I had these because of my own feelings for you. Later on, as these feelings became clearer and stronger, I was truly afraid; I didn’t know what to be afraid of, but I couldn’t accept it. I don’t hate you—really, really don’t hate you—but can’t bring myself to accept it…"

"Brother, brother, I’m not disgusted by you. Really. I like you more than my little brother or even Mama. How could I possibly dislike you The last time you left me, I wanted to tell you this, but I was afraid that if I did, it would make you sadder still. I was also afraid of giving you false hope and then breaking your heart—so I didn’t tell you." Mo Baixiao held Mò Yáo’s hand as he spoke, looking very sad. "Everyone says I’m most scared of you and Mama, but actually the ones I like best are you and Mama. You must think that I’m just trying to cheer you up, but it isn’t so—I really mean what I say; please believe me. Shall I tell you when you wake up"

The last time you left me, you said you were worried I would be sickened by you. But I wasn’t—why should I Someone has loved me for so long and done everything for me without forcing anything on me; he’s given me a whole sky to live under and an open road to walk down, never pointing out the direction I was taking or criticizing my choices. You’ve given me so much tolerance and affection—I could never be sickened by you. But you really misunderstood—why should I be your brother Why should I be your brother…" Mo Baixiao seemed to have fallen into a predicament he couldn’t extricate himself from. "The person you like is my little brother…"

"You must think that I don’t care about anyone, yes; I really am uncaring, pretending not to understand so I can enjoy your love without giving anything in return and wasting all these years of your affection for me. Really sorry."

“Brother, you must hate me, right You ignored me after you left Washington, and now that you’re ignoring me, I’ve been very unhappy lately because you’re ignoring me. Please don’t ignore me anymore—can’t stand it. My heart hurts all day long, everywhere in my body feels uncomfortable; brother, do you really hate me” Mo Baixiao complained and pouted, his big eyes looking aggrieved. "Do you have someone that you like You live together—you ignored my phone calls when I called… Brother, I dislike him, dislike him—he’s a pretty boy. How can you like a pretty boy Don’t be allowed to like him."

Mo Baixiao now revealed his confusion and capriciousness in full; as he kept on nagging Mò Yáo about not liking Bái Liǔ at the side of his ear, the doctor’s lips twitched—he was tempted to stab him with a scalpel…

No matter what Mo Baixiao said, it seemed that Mò Yáo didn’t react; he even stopped moving his fingers. Mo Baixiao felt as if everything had turned black—thinking of how badly Mò Yáo was hurt because of Bái Liǔ made him feel like his inner universe burned with rage uncontrollably. He grabbed Mò Yáo’s hand and asked, "What is so great about that pretty boy What does he have going for him He can’t even protect you—look at how badly injured you are now! Is he better than me More beautiful Better in martial arts More charming Must be worse. Brother, your taste has become terrible; I should raise it back to the level it used to be—I shouldn’t have let your taste become so bad."

The doctor thought that this was because Mo Baixiao was a terrible person, and his sense of judgment had naturally deteriorated along with him. All he could do was pity the man on the bed—how could he possibly like someone as selfish and capricious as Mò Yáo A heart so uncaring was terrifying.

He was German for sure, but his wife was Chinese; back then, to win her over, he had learned perfect Chinese. Not speaking didn’t mean that he couldn’t understand—was overhearing such explosive brotherly love a perk

Mò Yáo’s hand was still in Mo Baixiao’s grip as the latter started pouring out his secrets; since Mò Yáo was unconscious and the doctor couldn’t understand Chinese, it seemed to him like he should vent. He didn’t know what else to say to Mò Yáo—seemed that he had a burning desire to tell him everything he felt—and so he spoke about when they were in Washington last time, how seeing his boss’s body aroused such passion… the doctor’s hand trembled—he was tempted to just finish things for Mò Yáo with one cut of the knife.

"Brother, your body is really beautiful…" Mo Baixiao laughed stupidly from heartache. "Really very beautiful and sexy—muscles so lovely in lines, legs straight like a javelin; wide shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, pretty face—I just looked at your lips and imagined what it would feel like to kiss them, and I got hard. Sigh, actually it was all that little cousin’s fault; who made me hear about your body As soon as you came out of the shower, my imagination ran wild—and then when I went to the bathroom, I thought of how you looked and… yes, probably because I hadn’t had a woman for so long…"tarily strongest country. There would only be total defeat for them. The Mafia did not have its own army; they were a criminal organization engaged in illegal activities and had no reason to oppose a...