"Is it called Colin? Haha, that child is pretty, and his classmates are pretty, don't worry, if I want to kill him, I will definitely let his little girlfriend be buried with me."
Betty!
"No, no..." Lin Qianqian shook her head in fear, all her momentum and arrogance turned into nothing.
Yan Mubei gritted his teeth: "You dare."
Qi Yifeng pointed at the paper and pen on the ground with a gun, staring at Lin Qianqian in gloomy: "Pick it up."
Lin Qianqian quickly bent down and picked up the paper and pen on the ground, and handed her fingers to Yan Mubei with trembling hands.
Yan Mubei looked at her, his eyes full of soothing tenderness, and he took it with one hand: "It's okay, we'll all be fine."
Trust me, I won’t let our children have troubles, nor will you have troubles.
Lin Qianqian nodded gently, her eyes fell on his left arm where he was shot, and her eyes turned red again in an instant.
"Write quickly." Qi Yifeng urged impatiently.
Yan Mubei held the pen holder, and Lin Qianqian helped him spread the paper on his legs and pressed it.
The man lowered his eyes, his brown eyes rolled, pretending to write on the paper, and then the pen poked the paper.
In this way, every time he writes a word, several places are exposed.
Yan Mubei looked up: "The paper is too thin, take your file bag and give me the bottom."
Qi Yifeng was anxious and wanted to take the file bag on the sofa when he saw this, but after a change of thought, he smiled: "Do you want to destroy this bag of files? There is no way."
"The meat is on the chopping board. I can't do anything if you think about it like this, but you always have to give me something."
The man was poked with several holes of white paper and looked at Qi Yifeng with expressionless face.
Qi Yifeng frowned, and he looked around and saw several books on the cabinet.
Then he turned to look at Yan Mubei and Lin Qianqian.
A disabled man with a shot in his left arm, a woman whose hands were tied to tears.
Even if they let them run away, they will not be able to escape from the gate of the big house.
Besides, he had a gun on his hand, no matter how fast they were, they wouldn't be faster than his bullets.
Thinking of this, Qi Yifeng turned around and walked towards the cabinet.
Seeing that the opportunity was enough, Yan Mubei quickly threw away the pen in his hand, reached behind him with his right hand, and took out the watch hidden there.
Scroll in the direction, aim at Qi Yifeng's back, and press the key to the watch.
Swhoosh, three silver needles shot towards Qi Yifeng's back.
Three silver needles shot into his clothes at once, and his movements suddenly froze.
His hand instinctively stretched towards his painful back, and at the same time turned around and glanced at Yan Mubei's direction.
Yan Mubei frowned, pointed the watch at him, and pressed the button on the watch again.
But this time no silver needle was shot out.
Yan Mubei was stunned.
there is none left?
He didn't give up, shook his watch and pressed the button on it again.
"SHIT." Sure enough, there was no silver needle.
The two looked at Qi Yifeng nervously, hoping that more than a dozen silver needles would be added to knock Qi Yifeng down instantly.
Otherwise, if he fires the gun, they will undoubtedly die.
Qi Yifeng from there saw this and knew there was something wrong, so he fell into Yan Mubei's plot.
Damn it, I'm about to succeed.
The scenery in front of him became blurred, and Yan Mubei and Lin Qianqian's figures were shaking.
No, he got the medicine.
Qi Yifeng shook his head vigorously, then raised the gun in his hand and pointed at the shaking figure in front of him.
Damn, he should have killed one of them long ago.
His fingertips curled the black gun's plate machine.
A whistle.
The bullets were shot out.
PS: Who will the bullet be fired? It will be announced tomorrow.