1051. Chapter 1051 This is the price for killing me twenty-one
I am very excited and looking forward to what news I will hear next.
And Zhao Tongxie is now searching the house for something to wear on her head to protect her head.
There was no time to think about what would happen next.
But after searching for a long time, I still couldn't find anything suitable to wear on my head to block bullets.
Zhao Qingqing was so anxious that he was sweating all over. He didn't know when the war would come. "Thousand-knife killer, I curse you to have a son without a penis."
After cursing, she reached out and slapped her mouth again, "Bah, bah, bah, what I just said doesn't count."
If his son doesn't have a penis, doesn't it mean that her godson doesn't have a penis?
‘Tuk Tuk Tuk’
While I was looking for it, someone knocked on the door of the room from outside.
Her heart tightened, she casually touched a large vase next to the TV, and walked gently towards the door.
Walking to the door, she put her ear against the door to listen for the sound.
As soon as I posted it, someone outside knocked on the door again.
She was so frightened that she drew her neck back and suddenly became angry, "Who is it? Knock on your sister."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and opened the door.
The door opened, but there was no one at the door.
She cautiously stuck her head out the door and looked around, but still saw no one.
Just as she was about to retract her head and close the door, suddenly a black figure flashed out from the next room very quickly.
She subconsciously covered her face with the vase in her hand.
'boom'
There was a gunshot.
She focused her eyes on the bullets flying towards her, and then waved the vase in her hand vigorously.
The bullet was knocked aside by her, and the vase in her hand was shattered.
Looking at the fragments of the vase on the ground, her heart was beating fast.
Suddenly, another dark figure came out of another room. Her eyes flashed, she bent down and held her head in her hands, begging with a trembling voice: "Don't hit me on the head. It's okay if you hit me on the chest or back."
The second young master, who was leaning against the door frame and watching the show with a glass of red wine, choked on the sip of wine that had just reached his throat when he heard Zhao Qingqing's begging for mercy.
He looked at the hunched Zhao Qingqing, and the corners of his mouth twitched silently.
Fortunately she didn't become a police officer.
‘Bang bang bang’ Zhao Qingqing was shot three times in a row in the back.
Just as she was about to stand up, three more bullets hit her in the back.
Six bullets.
Pistols generally can only hold six bullets. Thinking of this, she became bolder.
Stand up straight.
Suddenly three more "bang bang bang" shots were fired, and she immediately bent over and held her head.
Nine shots.
She waited quietly for a while, not hearing the slightest sound.
Then he slowly straightened up and turned his head carefully.
Turning her head, her pupils suddenly dilated, and her face turned pale with fear. She held her breath and looked motionlessly at the tall masked man more than ten meters away from her.
What she feared most was the crude sniper rifle in his hand.
The masked man's outfit looks very similar to that of militants from many countries who specialize in sabotage.
Could this... be a terrorist?
Her mind immediately jumped to the murder incident at a certain train station, the arson and murder incident in a certain square...
My legs are weak!
A cold light flashed in the only two eyes exposed on the militant's face.
Zhao Qingqing was so frightened that he couldn't stand still.
Damn Lu Zhannan, why don’t you come out?
The militant suddenly raised the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger with his finger.
That position...is her head?
Zhao Qingqing was so frightened that her hair was wet with sweat.
The militants said "goodbye" coldly.
Zhao Qingqing closed her eyes and waited for death.
"Qingqing, be careful."
In movies and TV series, the most outrageous plot is when the hero or heroine is terminally ill, and... the hero saves the beauty.
