Yingzhen made a gesture of contempt, put a human skin mask on his face, and pushed his hair around to make himself look more natural.
"I'm leaving, be careful." Ning Meng dragged a suitcase and waved to Yingzhen.
"Be careful too," Yingzhen waved to her.
Ning Meng blew a kiss to her, thought for a while and said: "The password of my bank card is 992077"
Yingzhen was startled for a moment, then suddenly smiled, ran up and hugged Ning Meng.
"Okay, okay, you're just being pretentious." Ning Meng patted her back and pushed her away.
Suddenly, Ning Meng walked to the coffee table, threw a butterfly mask towards Ying Zhen and said: "You can kill people gracefully."
Yingzhen caught it and smiled. For them, killing is really just a game.
After Ning Meng left, Yingzhen packed up everything and dragged a small black suitcase out of the house.
A thirty-story high-rise building in the downtown area, rooftop
Yingzhen set up the sniper rifle and took a look at the pedestrians at the intersection of a street 500 meters away. The expressions on the pedestrians were clear at a glance. She put on the butterfly mask and looked as leisurely as if she was watching the city scenery on the rooftop.
The tight-fitting leather jacket and leather pants wrapped around her curvaceous figure, her voluptuous waist, and her proud breasts made people wonder how stunning and charming the face under the butterfly mask must be.
His whole body exudes a handsome yet charming look.
She kills people and never acts sloppily. She is a life-threatening professional on the blade and can play with the elegance of wearing a mask. If she takes it lightly, she will only leave the enemy a way to survive and end her own life early.
busy street
A man wearing a brown leather jacket stood at the street corner with a calm expression. He only occasionally raised his wrist to look at his watch, as if he was waiting for someone.
Little did he know that on the rooftop of a tall building five hundred meters away, a black sniper rifle was already aimed at him.
Yingying's expression was calm, and her dark eyes were shining with a cold light. She focused on the sight on the sniper rifle, and gently pulled the trigger with her finger.
A bullet that escaped from the barrel advanced slowly in her eyes like slow motion, hitting the man in the brown leather jacket who was unaware of it.
A small drug dealer, death is not a pity
But suddenly, what happened in her eyes changed drastically in just a moment.
A Lincoln was passing behind the man at an average speed, but for some unknown reason, a BMW suddenly rear-ended it and violently hit the rear of the Lincoln. The inertia caused the Lincoln to jump forward.