Upon hearing this, Shangguan Zhendong was shocked and stared at Shangguan Lian in disbelief: "You, you..."
"Didn't you treat my brother like this back then? This is called tit-for-tat, letting you taste what karma is."
Shangguan Lian didn't want to look at him again, and gave a wink at her granddaughter, with her eyes particularly sharp and decisive.
The young and beautiful girl is not afraid, and her movements are very straightforward.
He put on white gloves in his gloves, forced Shangguan Zhendong to hold the gun step by step, and then put the gun at his temple.
Her fingertips hooked the board machine: "Say goodbye to my grandma."
"No, no, Shangguan Lian, please let me go, I will give you whatever you want, don't."
"I want you to apologize to my brother and others, and I want you to die." So resolute and ruthless.
Forty-seven years.
She had been waiting for forty-seven years and finally hoped for such an opportunity to take revenge.
Waiting for Shangguan Zhendong to reach the peak of his life, then fall from his brilliant peak, and become a person who has no power to fight.
Shangguan Lian kept repeating: "Retribution, this is your retribution. Shangguan Zhendong, I have only come to seek my life today. You should live a fulfilled life."
This is the retribution for you who killed my two brothers back then, and it is also the retribution for you who "killed" me for you.
"No, Shangguan Lian, aren't you dead? You shouldn't kill me, I won't kill you." Shangguan Zhendong begged for mercy desperately.
The fear of death spread in his body, and sweat as big as beans slowly flowed down.
His eyes were so big that they seemed to fall off.
"You killed brother, pretending to commit suicide, and today I will also 'reward' you like this."
"I know I'm wrong, I shouldn't have done that. I regret it over the years, really, I really regret it."
"Is that so? Do you regret it?" Suddenly, seeing his hand moving, and about to press the call bell next to him, Shangguan Lian hurriedly called: "Xiaolan, his hand..."
Shangguan Zhendong's left hand was a little far from Shangguan Ruolan. In desperation, she hooked up the board machine in her hand.
Bang!
A dull gunshot.
Shangguan Zhendong pressed his hand on the call bell, but he no longer had the strength to press it.
His fingers slowly drooped, and blood was sprayed in the gun hole in his right temple, while his eyes were frozen as big as a copper bell.
Death-like horror.
Shangguan Lian sighed heavily, his tense and sharp expression became relieved, and he raised his head and said lightly: "Brother, second brother, I finally avenge you, please rest in peace."
After saying that, she lowered her head, stroked her face with her hands and started crying bitterly.
Forty-seven years ago, gunfire broke her home, and since then she wandered around Tianjing and could not make her home.
Forty-seven years later, this gunshot killed most of her wishes and hatred, and she no longer had to hide in Tibet.
Shangguan Ruolan over there calmly cleaned up the scene quickly and wiped away the traces of their coming in.
He stuffed Shangguan Zhendong's finger into the plate machine and pretended that he was committing suicide.
After getting everything done, she walked over to Shangguan Lian: "Grandma, let's go."
Shangguan Lian nodded and looked in the direction of Shangguan Zhendong again.
His chest no longer fluctuated, and his eyelids were swept off by Shangguan Ruolan and closed them tightly.
Lying in the white hospital bed gives people the illusion of being very happy and peaceful.