Zhong Ping saw Xiong Weiqun's dagger dazzling in front of his eyes, and it could be inserted into his arm with one backhand. He couldn't help but twitch his face and close his eyes.
But the pain did not come from anywhere on his body. He only felt Xiong Weiqun stretch his legs hard and said: "Let go!"
Zhong Ping opened his eyes and found that he was holding Xiong Weiqun's thigh, and Xiong Weiqun's left hand was tightly clamping Zhuang Hua's ankle. Zhuang Hua seemed to want to run out from the back door, but because he was pulled, he fell upside down at that moment, and his upper body fell.
Got out of the car.
The person holding the flower bravely approached the place where Zhuang Hua fell out and shouted in a low voice: "Zhuang Hua! Zhuang Hua! Can I call the security guard?" I don't know whether he was slow to react or just wanted to say.
Tell Xiong Weiqun to let him know and retreat.
Zhong Ping made a conditioned reflex and freed up a hand to hold Xiong Weiqun's knife-holding wrist. Xiong Weiqun said again: "Let go!"
Zhong Ping didn't know where he got the idea from. He used all the strength in his hands to suck the milk, and shouted: "If you let her go, I will let you go!"
At that moment, Xiong Weiqun ran through many possibilities in his mind. At the angle Zhong Ping held his wrist, he could easily break free and angrily drain him of several kilograms of blood. A moment's hesitation made Zhong Ping
Pushing her nose and face, she climbed on top of him and used her body weight and both hands to hold down his right hand. Now there was no room to turn.
Xiong Weiqun felt as if his psychological defense had collapsed all of a sudden, and the beast in his chest had abandoned him. It was as if he had returned to the time when he was drinking with Zhong Ping in an instant. The lingering sense of weariness made him lose his desire to kill.
, loosened his right hand and then his left hand.
Zhuang Hua finally pulled his legs out, and threw his arms onto the damp ground in the parking lot. The young man holding the flowers rushed to help him. Zhuang Hua stood up without any strength, and the young man holding the flowers hurriedly urged: "Let's hide for a while.
, hide for a while.”
Zhuang Hua felt that she shouldn't run away now. Firstly, because this was her car and her bottom line. Without a car, it would be in vain for her to hide wherever she went. Secondly, because she usually looked like a soft ball of glutinous rice.
Her colleague is bravely clinging to the killer who came to kill her in the car. If something unexpected happens to Zhong Ping, she will die with the guilt on her back even if she manages to leave here.
She ignored the people at hand and kept pulling her, standing next to the car and looking straight into the car. Zhong Ping boldly pressed K, and K's voice came out steadily: "Let go!"
Zhong Ping groaned in a crying voice: "You should leave quickly, I can't hold it anymore..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhong Ping was hooked by Xiong Weiqun's leg in slow motion, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the bottom of the seat. Because he held the opponent's wrist too tightly, his own wrist was scratched by a knife, and a stream of blood suddenly came out.
It dripped down his arms and dripped onto his face, and then he felt the feeling of being stepped on his thigh. He couldn't help but close his eyes and whimpered again.
Seeing that the knife in his hand had scratched Zhong Ping, Xiong Weiqun couldn't help but let go, and the knife fell under the seat.
Zhuang Hua pushed the flowery young man and murmured to himself: "Don't waste this opportunity, fight for it..."
She went around to the side and picked up her turned off mobile phone, intending to knock K unconscious with one blow. If not, she would be blinded, and she would rescue Zhong Ping.
But before she even raised her hand, Xiong Weiqun took out a gun with his left hand, and pointed the black muzzle directly at her. Her heart skipped a beat, thinking that this was really a one-shot kill.
After waiting for more than ten seconds, the other party didn't fire. She heard the other party speak: "If I don't kill you, stay away from here."
Zhuang Hua backed away again and again. What was in her mind was, where did this song come from? Did she escape? The young man holding the flowers at the side was still holding the flowers in his hands, and asked Zhuang Hua cautiously: "If you don't leave, we will
Just call security..."
"What the hell are you doing here? I told you several times not to come to see me all day long!" Zhuang Hua immediately suppressed his voice and turned his strange mood into nameless fire on the innocent young man with flowers.
Before the young man holding the flower could say anything, Xiong Weiqun made a move. He put the gun back into his waist, as if he really wasn't going to kill her. He touched his knife next to Zhong Ping's head and stepped out of the car. Zhong Ping
He was also pulled up, his hand still holding Xiong Weiqun's wrist tightly.
Xiong Weiqun didn't know what he was feeling at this moment, as if he was the one who was about to be killed just now. His heart was beating uneasily. Zhong Ping's eyes were still tightly closed, and the two drops of blood on his face just now
It turned into two lines of blood, like a bright red tattoo deliberately tattooed on it.
The stalemate lasted for less than a minute before Xiong Weiqun spoke again: "Let go."
Zhong Ping opened one eye just a slit, as if to confirm whether Zhuang Hua had left. He found that Zhuang Hua was standing not far away, watching. It seemed that he had ignored his call for her to leave quickly, so he had to twist his neck and turn around.
The person whose wrist he pinched was begging: "Don't kill her..."
Xiong Weiqun replied with a sullen face: "I won't kill her for the time being."
"Really?" the kindergarten teacher asked innocently and happily.
"certainly."
Zhuang Hua almost yelled, "Why do you believe everyone? Everyone said it was temporary! As soon as we escape, everyone will be in danger! Didn't you see that hand is still holding the knife?! Eh? Holding the knife?"
Then this K should be able to easily get rid of Zhong Ping, who is holding his wrist tightly with both hands...
However, Zhong Ping still didn't let go, which made Zhuang Hua breathe a sigh of relief. She quickly thought about what to do in this situation. She had never imagined this situation before.
Zhong Ping didn't know what he was struggling with, and without even hesitating, he said something that made Zhuang Hua almost fall down on all fours: "I held it too tight just now, and my fingers cramped and couldn't open..."
So it turns out that Nima didn’t hold on tightly because of her high vigilance!?
Zhong Ping also got out of the car, and bravely pulled Xiong Weiqun aside, while saying to Zhuang Hua: "Go and see if it's still on fire?"
Xiong Weiqun didn't know what state he was in now. He probably never thought that he would watch helplessly as the target of the mission tried to drive away. He just let the stupid young man hold him, and he still had a gun in his hand.
A very handy knife.
The car still stalled and couldn't be started. Zhong Ping was more anxious than Zhuang Hua, urging him to hurry up. Wang Yuyang also went up to help. Later, he said the last words to Zhuang Hua: "You guys leave as soon as possible, hurry up."
Then he dragged Xiong Weiqun, who was still stunned, toward the fire door. Xiong Weiqun realized what he wanted to do and stopped with one foot.
"You said you wouldn't kill her, come home with me." Then Zhong Ping grabbed his wrist so hard that the skin almost fell off.