He thought it would be a waste of words to say another word to her. Zhao Yi snorted disdainfully, then turned around and left.
"Zhao Yi, stop for me, or I will shoot." Zhao Yi had just taken two steps when her anxious shouts rang in his ears. He was stunned for a moment, and then slowly turned around.
, I saw that at some point, she actually had a pistol in her hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at him.
"Do you want to kill me?" Looking at the pistol in her hand, Zhao Yi didn't look nervous at all. Instead, he raised his brows, thinking it was funny.
"I don't want to kill you, don't force me." Seeing that his expression was still so calm, Peng Sihui was so nervous that her palms became sweaty.
"I forced you? I heard that you are the one pointing the gun at me now. Why did I force you? If you really feel that I owe you, just shoot me. I will accept one bullet from you.
It's even." Zhao Yi walked up to her easily until the black muzzle of the gun was pressed against his heart.
"You..." Looking at the place where the gun was pointed, Peng Sihui's hand holding the pistol couldn't help but tremble. She just wanted to draw the gun to scare him. She didn't really want to shoot him.
But what should we do now?
"Shoot, it's best to shoot into my heart. Then you will never have the chance to see me again, and you won't be sad again." A low, seductive and hypnotic voice entered her.
The sound in her ears made her hands tremble even more.
"No...don't force me...I don't want to kill you..." Peng Sihui struggled for a while, shouted, and suddenly threw the pistol aside, her face already full of tears.
"It's useless, I know you can't do it." At this moment, as a cold and angry voice sounded, a silenced bullet came through the window.
Zhao Yi sensed the danger and immediately jumped forward, hugged the sad Peng Sihui and rolled to the side.
When the man who fired outside saw that he missed the people inside, he immediately pushed open the door and rushed in. He raised his gun and fired at them.
"Shit, I knew there would be trouble. You hide here and don't come out." Zhao Yi pushed Peng Sihui into the corner of the stairs, picked up the fruit knife on the table and shot it into the hand of the person who was shooting.
The man was wearing a black leather chair and a mask on his face. He seemed to have good skills and dodged the fruit knife he was flying towards.
"His uncle wants to kill you, Grandpa Zhao. You're still too early. You're an ugly guy who has no face to show off. Just wait and see, the bomb is coming." Zhao Yi shouted arrogantly, and suddenly threw a ball with sparks in his hand.
His speed was so fast that others couldn't even see what he was throwing.
The masked man quickly put away his gun and somersaulted out of the door. At the same time, Zhao Yiren rushed towards the gun thrown away by Peng Sihui just as fast as lightning. When he picked up the gun on the ground, one of the guns had gone out.
The lighter fell to the ground.
"Damn it, you treacherous villain." Seeing that the thing that fell to the ground was actually a lighter, and what kind of bomb was there, the masked man suddenly became angry and murderous, and transferred his murderous intent to Peng Sihui, with gloomy eyes.
The light captured her figure for a moment.
At this moment, Peng Sihui was so frightened that she was stunned and unable to move.
