"Damn it, what are you doing?" Zhixing lost control for the first time in a few days. No matter how rational she was, no matter how depressed she was, she couldn't calm down when it was about Yan Shengjie.
Leng Yiran slowly pointed at the picture on the TV, "What you are seeing now is the live broadcast of Oman."
Zhi Xing's face suddenly lost color and he shook his head, "This is impossible, impossible!"
Ignoring her reaction, Leng Yiran continued, "The Mafia and Kuller's US Navy Special Operations Group have formed a joint team specifically responsible for combating the underworld organization that invaded Oman, which is also known as the Ghost Gate. And the Ghost Gate
Their goal is to use Yan Shengjie’s relationship to embezzle the wealth of Oman! And we, the absolute masters of justice, will definitely attack this evil force without sparing any effort."
Zhixing gritted his teeth and said, "It's basically you who are interfering in other people's countries and want to steal other people's wealth!"
Leng Yiran shrugged and did not deny this, "Yesterday, the United Forces captured the capital of Oman. Their current military strength is simply not enough to compete with the United Forces! Whether you are willing to admit it or not, now,
What you have to face is the final outcome."
"No! I won't believe you!" Zhi Xing turned his head and looked at the people on the TV screen, "Jie won't be caught by you! He won't!!"
"Oh? Are you just confirming that?" Leng Yiran laughed, reached for the phone, pressed the speakerphone, and put it on the table. Not long after the call, Mi Zun's voice came over there, "Boss."
"Mi Zun, your play is not realistic enough, making my audience not believe it is real."
"Don't worry, Old Gun, I know what to do." There was a lot of chaos on the other end of the phone, and gunshots could be heard from time to time.
After hearing Mi Zun's words, Zhi Xing's mind was in a mess, and his eyes were fixed on the picture on the TV. After Leng Yiran hung up the phone, he pointed to it and said with a smile, "Okay, now
That’s the climax.”
On the screen, a blond man suddenly walked in, and he deliberately waved his hand towards the camera.
Zhi Xing's breath stagnated and he opened his eyes in disbelief.
It’s Mi Zun who just spoke on the phone!
Mi Zun seemed to be giving orders to both sides, and then, more than twenty people raised their guns...
"No--"
Zhixing rushed to the TV and slapped the screen, "No! This is not true! I don't believe it!"
Jie can't be caught! He can't be caught!
Everything Xiao Che foresees is false! Everything is false!!
Suddenly, she was restrained by someone. Although she pulled her away, she was forced to look at the scene in front of her, "Zhi Xing, I want you to watch him die in front of you, and let this man completely disappear from your world!
"
"This is not true... This is not true!!" Zhi Xing stared at the screen, the fear in her heart finally turned into a ghost, and was about to eat her up bit by bit.
"Isn't it true? Then just watch with your eyes wide open." Behind her, Leng Yiran still murmured in her ear with a gentle magnetic voice, "You already knew that this is
A contest without any suspense! He will definitely lose."
"Don't... Jie..." Zhi Xing could no longer hear what he was saying, and his horrified eyes were fixed on the screen.
On the screen, Yan Shengjie slowly turned around, his cheeks were full of blood, and his body was injured in many places, but he still didn't show any timidity, and even his fierce domineering power remained undiminished. Even though he was attacked by
Surrounded by so many people, even if there is only one way to die, he is still the king standing between heaven and earth!
Mi Zun slowly raised his hand...
"Jie! Jie! Don't... don't..." Zhi Xing shouted like crazy.
Leng Yiran, as if he just didn't want to let her go, took out the phone, dialed it again, and leaned close to her ear, "I will let you hear with your own ears his wailing before his death."
Mi Zun's hand suddenly dropped, and more than twenty people fired at the same time.
The sound of gunfire came clearly through the mobile phone.
At that moment, Zhixing couldn't hear a sound.
The world has become quiet, and even the scene of Yan Shengjie slowly falling has turned into a silent tragic movie, but she has long forgotten how she, as one of the protagonists, should feel sad and despairing.
It wasn't until Yan Shengjie fell to the ground motionless that Mi Zun turned around and said to the phone, "Boss, he's dead."
The TV screen suddenly cut off and turned completely black again.
Leng Yiran slowly let go of his hand, and Ren Zhixing fell directly to the ground from an altitude of tens of thousands of feet, as if his wings had been broken.
Looking at her who suddenly lost her life, Leng Yiran smiled softly, squatted down and gently stroked her hair, "You know? Your heart is dead, but I feel more pain than you. But, even so,
I also want to keep you by my side."
"Jie... Jie..." Zhixing pushed him away and rushed out towards the door, "I'll save you, I'll save you..."
Leng Yiran stood up and glanced at the people on both sides, "Don't hurt her."
"Yes, boss." The bodyguards immediately chased him out.
Zhi Xing's attacks were fast and ruthless. No matter how many people were in front of her, she still tried her best to rush out. Her mind always stayed on the moment before Yan Shengjie fell. She only knew that he was still there waiting for her.
Go save him!
Because of Leng Yiran's order, more than a dozen people surrounded Zhixing. They could only defend her and receive beatings. No one dared to hurt her.
Since she hadn't eaten for several days, Zhi Xing's physical strength was severely exhausted. Gradually, her punches became weaker and weaker, but she still gritted her teeth and rushed out, with only the door leading to the outside of the castle in her eyes.
With a "pop" sound, her fist was grasped by someone, her waist was tightened, and she was immediately pulled into his arms.
"Weaver Star, he is dead."
In my ears, there was a sound that was both cold and without warmth.
"Let go!" Zhixing jumped up, kicked his legs wildly, and roared with red eyes, "Asshole, I'm going to kill you! Don't even think about running away! I will kill everyone who hurts him.
Got you!!"
Leng Yiran dragged her inside. Zhi Xing suddenly opened his mouth and bit his arm fiercely. His ferocious eyes were as red as killing.
Blood dripped down the corners of her mouth.
Leng Yiran seemed unmoved, dragging her all the way back to the room and throwing her directly onto the bed.
Lowering his head and looking at the bitten piece of flesh on his left arm, he shook his head with a wry smile, "Do you hate me so much?"
Zhi Xing lay on the bed, panting violently, his teeth were full of blood, his eyes exuded a terrifying animalistic luster, and he said word by word, "I... wish you could die!"