"Haha...just curse as hard as you can, you won't be able to curse anymore after a while..."
Zuo Jie, who was sitting on the sofa, took a puff of his cigar and said slowly: "An'an, let this woman die early and be born early, and don't let her talk nonsense."
"Okay." Zuo Wan threw the knife to his men, "Help me scratch her face."
She slowly returned to the sofa and sat down, ready to look at Wang Aoshuang's painful expression.
The man next to Wang Aoshuang picked up the gleaming sharp knife and slowly raised it in front of her.
Wang Aoshuang looked at the knife in horror, her face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and she murmured: "Don't... don't..."
The man looked at her expressionlessly and slashed her face with the knife...
Wang Aoshuang closed her eyes involuntarily and couldn't help but scream, "Ah..."
"Bang..." A gunshot rang out in the empty house.
A large stream of blood gushed out from the shoulder of the man holding the knife. As soon as his arm relaxed, the knife immediately fell to the ground.
Everyone was puzzled and looked up.
I saw Ling Ang standing at the door with a gun raised, a look of worry and nervousness on his face.
"Ang..." Wang Aoshuang couldn't help shouting with joy.
When another man standing next to her saw this, he immediately took a gun and pointed it at Wang Aoshuang's temple, "Don't move."
Ling stood there, pointing the gun straight at the man, his eyes as dark as paint.
This scene is exactly the same as the one simulated by Jerry in the design training hall, where a man held a woman hostage with a gun.
At that time, he imagined that the kidnapped woman was Wang Aoshuang, and he accurately shot the man to death.
The scene at that time flashed through his mind.
But this time it was real. If he had made a slight mistake, Wang Aoshuang would have died.
His eyes were fixedly focused, staring at the man without any distraction.
Zuo Jie's calm voice slowly sounded, "Ang, you'd better put down the gun. If the bullet deflects, it would be such a sad thing for the woman you love most to die under your own gun."
Ling Ang sneered, "If I put down the gun, wouldn't I just sit back and wait for death?"
"Don't worry, as long as you put down the gun, I will never hurt a hair on your head. You also know that I have been very polite to you for so many years."
"If I can't save the woman I love, what's the point of walking out unscathed."
Zuo Jie was a little unhappy, "Ang, if you don't put down the gun, there will definitely be a fierce fight with my men. Out of self-protection, it would be bad if my men hurt you."
"Anyway, I will try my best to take Aoshuang away today." His tone was firm.
Zuo Jie's sharp eyes like an eagle revealed a glimmer of light, "Okay, if you have the ability, take her away."
He said to the man holding Wang Aoshuang hostage: "If Ling Ang shoots you, you should also shoot and kill this woman."
"Yes, boss." The man slyly dodged behind Wang Aoshuang and blocked himself with Wang Aoshuang's body.
Ling Ang's eyes flinched rapidly, and there were faint threads of sweat on his forehead.
Although the man used Wang Aoshuang to cover his body, he was taller than Wang Aoshuang, and the part above his nose was completely protruding.
To save Wang Aoshuang, he had to hit the man's protruding forehead.
But this is indeed difficult. He knows that when he shoots, the man will also shoot. From a distance perspective, he is completely at a disadvantage.