George looked at his arm that fell to the ground in horror, with disbelief on his face. If he lost his arm, would he still be a gunner? The answer must be no, he has become a waste that can be slaughtered by others. Zhao Qiangwan He stood up and picked up the golden pistol on the ground. He couldn't put it down. If these two guns were auctioned on the black market, they might fetch tens of millions of dollars.
You know, the gun god George is not only a master of playing with guns, but also a master of modifying guns. He designed a gun for the military factory in Switzerland, and that company agreed to build this mother-and-son soul-stealing gun for him alone. Land, and this should be George's last work. His works will become truly valuable only after most artists pass away.
Zhao Qiang pointed the golden pistol at George's head and said with a smile: "Teacher George Catlis, your God is waiting for you in heaven!"
George's face was full of disbelief, and more of an expression of unwillingness. He did not expect to lose to this young man. Could this be what the Oriental people call a boat capsized in the gutter? As the ninth best killer in the world, Killer, he has his own pride
He successfully sniped the eagle that ranked thirteenth on the killer list. Although it took some trouble, he was injured and killed the beast that ranked seventh on the killer list with three shots because the idiot couldn't block his arc. Son, and killed countless other big shots[
Killing is as simple and casual as a daily routine for him, and his prestige in the world of killers is close to that of the King of Killers, because if he offends a killer who attacks at close range, he can still defend himself, but if he offends the gunman George, then wait. Of course, George's sniping skills are also world-class. If it weren't for the sky-high remuneration that he couldn't refuse and the terrorist organization that he couldn't refuse to find him, he probably wouldn't have come to China. A small town to snipe a little guy
In the past, the people he killed were either heroes of a generation or kings and nobles. There were not many people in China worthy of his coming in person. Whether they were people or spiritual objects, they should have the dignity to match them. Killing such a despicable person should Having an available role not only failed to bring him the slightest pleasure or glory, but instead made him feel that both himself and the gun in his hand were insulted.
What's worse is that they have to act with a group of losers. This is the most unbearable thing for top killers. When they meet masters, they will not only be unable to help at all, but will also drag themselves down. What the killer fears most is Baggage, the killer Leon in "This Killer Is Not Too Cold" died because he had baggage in his heart.
If you can't refuse, then accept it. This is his first time in China, so he just wants to relax. After he was brought to this ship, he has maintained a low profile. The only thing he has to do every day is Use a white silk scarf to wipe your hands and nose, and you won't feel irritated or tired even if you do it 24 hours a day.
"They are their own little lovers," George once said in response to other people's questions.
No one can stop him from getting a son, but how could this happen?
what happened
How could I lose?
And he lost so miserably
His arm was cut off with a sharp weapon, but the golden gun fell into his hands. George's heart was bleeding. It was his taboo. Except for himself, he did not allow anyone to touch them.
This blood race is as lowly as the yellow race
Failure in killing means death, but what makes him unwilling is where did he lose? Where did the third shot go? How could there be a phantom in his eyes when he clearly saw it hit him? Suddenly, his mind was in chaos. When he calmed down and wanted to ask for answers, the pistol he cherished the most was aimed at his head.
George's throat moved, but after all he didn't say what he wanted to say. Zhao Qiang didn't know what George was thinking, and he wasn't in the mood to answer his question. When he raised the pistol and was about to press the trigger, he thought for a moment and stopped. Instead of doing this, he put away the golden gun and took out a pistol from George's waist.
"Bang!"
There was a gunshot, and George was shot in the heart. His body hit the deck stiffly, and a generation of gun masters fell. Zhao Qiang picked up the soul-stealing gun and the child gun from George's hand on the ground, and held it in his hand. Some people can't put it down. This is not a murder weapon. It's simply a work of art.
"From now on, just follow me." Zhao Qiang put the Soul Seizing Gun into his pocket like a baby, and after groping for a while on George's body, he found a few explosives and a half-heart-shaped pendant. , then he let his body go. Seeing the pendant, Zhao Qiang narrowed his eyes slightly, and everything suddenly became clear.
I walked to the side and opened the curtain, and the fresh air and the bright moonlight came into the cabin. The bright moon was in the sky, and I was riding a boat on the river. It was a pity that it was ruined by the smell of blood. Lan Xin was The figure appeared next to Zhao Qiang and said lightly: "Go back!"
Lan Xin said and took the lead in running ahead. Zhao Qiang smiled and ran down with Lan Xin. As long as you get off the boat and walk across the highway, you can find a taxi.
"It's been a long time since we ran together." Zhao Qiang turned his head and looked at Lan Xin, who was walking side by side with him, and said with a smile. Back then, running along the old house was commonplace, and sometimes he would even do it when everyone else had dispersed. Zhao Qiang and Lan Xin can always run together [
"..." Lan Xin pursed her lips tightly, adjusted her breathing evenly, and paid no attention to Zhao Qiang. Zhao Qiang knew that she was still angry, so he didn't care and ran beside her, just like he did many years ago.
After getting off the expressway, there were more taxis passing by. Zhao Qiang stopped a taxi. The driver enthusiastically saw the two people's embarrassment and the blood stains on Zhao Qiang's arms. He asked what happened, and Zhao Qiang said he was slipping in front of him. He used his fall as an excuse and refused his suggestion to take himself to the hospital. When he got to an intersection, he got out of the car, then hailed a taxi again, and this time he took him directly to Villa No. 6.
Afraid of being spotted by the villa security guards, Lan Xin and Zhao Qiang walked side by side and covered Zhao Qiang's injured right arm. Although there was some dust on their faces, the security guards thought the young couple were fighting or something had happened. , and did not come forward to ask
Lan Xin entered the room, and Zhao Qiang stood at the door, hesitating whether to follow her or not. It was so late at this time, and Lan Xin must have tidied up her sleeping place. It was inappropriate to stay, especially since she had a bad impression of herself now. When she came to the ground, she didn’t expect Lan Xin to go straight into the room. The door of the room was wide open and she didn’t mean to close it.
Although she did not directly invite Zhao Qiang to come in and sit down, Zhao Qiang already understood what she meant from her signal. He rushed in with a smile and closed the door gently. He was afraid of waking up Lang Yixin and the guy came running. Disturbing her own good things, Lan Xin took out a sponge and a small medicine bottle from the room, and said calmly: "Roll up your sleeves, I will apply some medicine to you!"
"Okay, thank you, junior sister." Zhao Qiang ran to the sofa and sat down cross-legged. He rolled up his tattered sleeves, revealing his tattered skin that was stained with a lot of sand. Lan Xin sat next to Zhao Qiang and cleaned it with an alcohol sponge. , apply the special wound medicine on Tsing Yi Gate
"Is there any other place?" Lan Xin raised her head and asked after applying the powder evenly, her long eyelashes flickering, which made Zhao Qiang very excited.
"It seems that my knees hurt a little too," Zhao Qiang said, rolling up his pants to his thighs. Sure enough, the skin on his kneecaps was also scratched.
Lan Xin glanced at Zhao Qiang, then knelt down and cleaned the dust on Zhao Qiang's knees. Her serious and focused look was like a virtuous little wife. After helping to deal with several minor wounds, Lan Xin packed up her things. Entering the room, Zhao Qiang stretched out and lay comfortably on the sofa. Maybe it would be a blessing in disguise and he could get Lan Xin's forgiveness. In that case, Zhao Qiang would feel that the injuries he suffered were worth it.
When Lan Xin changed into a white silk nightgown from the room and came out, she saw Zhao Qiang who was still lying on the sofa and said coldly: "Why are you still here!"
"I'm sleeping here," Zhao Qiang said matter-of-factly
"Go back to your own room and sleep," Lan Xin said with a cold face.
"It's okay, you can sleep on the bed and I can sleep on the sofa..." Zhao Qiang said pitifully, unable to win Lan Xin's sympathy.
"no!"
"Junior sister, don't worry, I swear on my character, I won't do anything to you..."
"roll!"
When Lan Xin said this word, Zhao Qiang knew that he could not stay any longer, otherwise, this woman would get angry again. Only today did Zhao Qiang know that his character was so worthless. After Zhao Qiang was kicked out by Lan Xin, he There was only one choice. Go to Lang Yixin in the room diagonally opposite and ring the doorbell. In less than three seconds, the door opened and Lang Yixin, neatly dressed, stood at the door.
"Hey, Lang Yixin, I have something to come over and talk to you." Zhao Qiang said playfully, about to get past Lang Yixin.
Unexpectedly, Lang Yixin didn't stop him this time. After turning aside to let him in, he closed the door with a bang and said, "I also have something important to talk to you about!"
Zhao Qiang lay down on the sofa, kicked his leather shoes to the door, sat cross-legged on the sofa, looked at the wound that Lan Xin had helped to treat with a happy face, and said: "Oh, you also have something to ask me for, what? thing!"
Lang Yixin walked to sit on the sofa opposite Zhao Qiang, looked at the wounds on his hands, and frowned, "What's going on!"
"Someone is up to something, I almost can't come back," Zhao Qiang said with lingering fear, thinking of the scene where the burning car door whizzed past his head, and now it still feels more thrilling. To watch the first advertisement, please go to [