CHAPTER 848: CHAPTER 848: MOSES’S GIFT (6)

Gan Yuan nodded, her gaze once again falling on the blue watch in her hand.

At this moment, she didn’t care much about Qian Xueying’s life or death. She just hoped her son could return safely.

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In the northwest corner of the Capital, at a remote street in a slum area scheduled for demolition.

A black sedan abruptly stopped by the roadside. The car door was pushed open, and then a figure staggered out of the car.

Her slender body only wore a small piece of clothing, her bare upper body stained with fresh blood, long hair in disarray, one hand gripping a gun, the other pressing a towel against her chest. The towel was already soaked in blood, exuding a crimson color... It was Qian Xueying, who had narrowly escaped from the Duke Residence.

In the corner, a homeless man heard the commotion and curiously poked his head out. Seeing Qian Xueying, his eyes showed fear, and he turned to flee.

"Stop!" Qian Xueying weakly raised her gun and pointed it at him. "Is... Is there a pharmacy nearby?"

The gunshot wound kept bleeding, and she had to find a way to treat it. Due to blood loss, she was experiencing bouts of dizziness, and she couldn’t hold on much longer.

"Th... There!" The homeless man timidly pointed forward. "Don’t... Don’t kill..."

Bang!

Before he could finish his sentence, Qian Xueying had already pulled the trigger on him.

The bullet hit the side of the homeless man’s chest, and he fell powerlessly to the ground, blood flowing from his body.

Wearing high heels, Qian Xueying staggered towards the direction the homeless man had pointed, taking a few steps before dizziness hit her again.

In the distance, car headlights flashed.

She frowned, biting her lip sharply. The pain stimulated her to regain some clarity, and she immediately dragged her wounded body towards the corner to escape.

Just as she was about to reach the side of the ruins, she collapsed powerlessly to the ground. She struggled to get up, and as she stood, bright lights shone towards her, illuminating her.

Dazzled, she squinted her eyes, barely making out several tall figures jumping out of the car and rushing towards her.

With difficulty, she raised the hand holding the gun, but before she could aim, she fell again. Qian Xueying gritted her teeth and raised the gun once more, barely aiming at the shadow rushing towards her. A foot wearing motorcycle boots lifted and heavily stomped on her wrist.

Her wrist stung painfully, and she could no longer hold the gun.

The handgun dropped from her grasp, and her consciousness reached its limit. Before passing out, she vaguely heard someone giving a sinister order.

"Take her into the car... Don’t let her die!"

Soon, Qian Xueying was lifted into the black car, the door closed tightly, and the car sped away.

On the chaotic street, only the dead homeless man and the car Qian Xueying had stolen remained, with dark red blood stains drying on the ground.

Moments later, a team of cars swiftly arrived, and a team of officers jumped out of the vehicles, grabbing their guns and rushing towards the fallen homeless man and the open car.

"Search quickly!" The Director of the National Security Bureau ordered sternly. "Find her alive or dead, and don’t overlook any corners!"

With a whoosh, over a dozen elite agents scattered and rushed towards the surrounding ruins.

Afterward, Huangfu Jue also jumped out of the car, striding to the center of the old street.

His gaze fell on the blood stain on the ground, and he crouched down, extending his finger to gently touch the blood.

"Duke!" The Director hurried over, handing him his handkerchief.