Ignoring Ding Jing's irritation and Shengzi's attitude, Mo Shangjun adjusted her wrist slightly and then set the rifle on the window frame.
"Throw it."
Mo Shangjun calmly issued the command.
Qiqi and Liang Zhiqiong were doing well, holding back the pursuers for a bit, which meant it would take some time for them to catch up.
During this turning gap, the pursuers would have a visual blind spot, and it was the time to hand over the "supplies" to Yao Jinzhao and the others.
As soon as her words fell, Ding Jing tightly grasped the doll, swung open the car door, and flung the doll out.
Below was a slope, and if not careful, the doll could be thrown off course. In that case, though the following pursuers might not catch up, they would be searching tirelessly until dawn.
Therefore, Shengzi's speed, the location of Yao Jinzhao and the others, and the timing of Ding Jing throwing the doll were all precisely calculated by Mo Shangjun.
