Xia Luoying got into her car parked on the side of the road. She took off the shiny black leather gloves she was wearing and threw them in the passenger seat. She also took off the sunglasses that covered half of her face and threw them in the passenger seat.
The passenger seat next to him started to start the car.
A very ordinary, very ordinary car, driven by Xia Luoying, drove on the asphalt road as calmly as every car that night.
No one noticed anything unusual, no one discovered that she was the murderer who committed the murder in that luxurious hotel not long ago.
The night wind was blowing hard. Xia Luoying's car drove out of the noisy city and stopped at an ordinary villa in the outer suburbs.
This place is remote but close to the sea. There is a seaside not far in front of the villa. Xia Luoying often goes to the seaside alone in the middle of the night to breathe in the cool seaside air.
Today, she is not in the mood to go see the sea
After getting off the car, she felt that the atmosphere around her was unusual, and her whole person was full of alertness.
Sharp eyes shuttle through the dark night, looking for that unusual radiating point
Soon, she set her sights on the villa where she lived.
Her black eyes were locked for a moment, as if it was unbelievable that her villa, such a secret place, would be discovered by others, and that meant that her identity would be exposed?
None of this was what she was afraid of, and she also rationally felt that the atmosphere emanating from the villa was not dangerous.
Taking precautions instead of escaping, she headed towards the villa step by step.
As a mercenary, her keen sense allows her to clearly judge the enemy's position.
Hiding under the tree at the door of the villa, her sharp black eyes stared at the figure in black robe lying on the steps at the door of the villa, and her beautiful eyebrows gradually knitted together.
Her intuition was that the man was injured.
But looking at the black robe that man was wearing, she vaguely felt that they might be the same kind.
Despite this, she still stepped forward defensively, holding the mini pistol tightly in her hand, and walked towards the black figure slowly but calmly.
"who?"
I asked coldly, but got no reply
You can vaguely see the man's body rising and breathing, but he's not dead.
Xia Luoying understood that the man was holding back the pain, otherwise his breathing would not be so rapid, and now he was probably in a coma and had no sense at all.