3738. Chapter 3738 If you want to find her, you should ask Donggong
Once faced with the masked man moving so fast, she couldn't aim correctly and fired randomly.
Jing Jiaren quickly went upstairs while firing her gun at the masked man approaching her.
Fortunately, this was a tranquilizer pistol. There were hundreds of rounds in the barrel, enough for her to shoot randomly.
Thin silver needles are flying in the air...
Several masked men climbed over the railing and stood in front of her. She quickly fired two shots at their feet. One of them was hit and his legs and feet were numb. He jumped towards her and rolled down the stairs.
Jing Jiaren ducked her body and leaned against the armrest. She was about to shoot the other masked man, but her hand was twisted.
The white mask was so close that she bit her lower lip with difficulty, feeling the pain of almost breaking her hand bones.
The palm of her hand holding the gun was sweating. Finally, she screamed in pain and dropped the gun to the stairs...
The masked man picked her up and threw her on his shoulders, climbed over the guardrail, and jumped down from half a building.
A bodyguard was kicked over and fell to the masked man's feet. He struggled to sit up, blood spurting from his chest.
"Miss Jing..."
The bodyguard grabbed the masked man's feet and tried to throw him down.
Jing Jiaren struggled hard, remembering the scented bracelet on her wrist, and quickly turned the switch...
The flower bud slowly unfolded, Jing Jiaren held her breath and waved her hand in front of the masked man.
The bodyguard's feet were stepped on one after another. The masked man inhaled the incense and suddenly fell backward. Jing Jiaren was thrown out and rolled several times...
Her elbows and knees hurt from the fall, so she quickly sat up and turned off the button on the bracelet.
On the ground, there are already several masked people lying around...
The bodyguard was covered in blood and grabbed Jing Jiaren's feet. Blood came out of his mouth when he spoke: "Miss Jing, gun..."
Jing Jiaren just dropped the anesthetic gun.
She took a breath and tremblingly took the bloody gun he handed over, her whole body going numb.
"Miss Jing, this way!"
A bodyguard pressed her chest and pulled her arm. Just as she was about to walk upstairs, she found a row of masked people standing in three rows on the stairs.
"Be careful!" Jing Jiaren raised her pistol, aimed at a masked man who was attacking the bodyguard, and shot him...
At the door of the Eagle, Mong Zihua stood there with narrowed eyes, followed by a bunch of masked people.
He moved his fingers from time to time, and several would fly up to him...
Just like a kitten teasing mice, playing with them.
"Gong Zihua, you are despicable!"
"I'll be captured obediently, but I can't escape even if I struggle." Gong Zihua turned against the light, her handsome face looking shockingly beautiful in the shadows.
Jing Jiaren was so angry that she suddenly grabbed her pistol and fired at Gong Zihua.
He dodged slightly, then suddenly stretched out his hand and actually caught the needle she released.
What kind of skill is this...
Jing Jiaren was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that it was impossible for her to escape.
"What's the purpose of bringing me here? Where's my mother? Let me see her..."
Gong Zihua's hand touched her neck, rubbing the mark made by the collar: "I don't know."
"have no idea?!"
"If you want to find her, you should ask Dong Gong." Gong Zihua snorted coldly, his eyes filled with haze, as if he didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, "Have you struggled enough? Save your energy!"
"..."
"Arrest her!!" With a majestic order, a large number of masked people swarmed up behind him.
Although the bodyguards sent by Ximen Longting are all masters among masters...