The visitor looked at her with some surprise, then seemed to have caught something, and turned to look at Fang Weimin. The latter grinned with a bloody mouth, covered his broken finger, and said "haha" in the arrogant manner of a superior person.
He smiled softly, struggled to stand up slowly, and said with vicious eyes, "You..."
Bang.
Before he could say anything, the person kicked him in the stomach. The force this time was so strong that it almost made his eyes pop out.
Pan Meilin trembled all over and almost lost her grip on the gun.
"Wow--"
Fang Weimin curled up like a shrimp and vomited residue mixed with blood all over the floor.
The visitor walked over as if nothing had happened and covered the girl with the torn curtain cloth. She looked straight at him with dull eyes and her lips twitched.
"Go to sleep, you'll be fine when you wake up..."
Without warning, he spoke, "I promise."
Li Jingjing looked at him. After a few seconds, her eyelids slowly closed, and then her head tilted to one side. She couldn't stand it anymore and finally passed out.
He stood up, turned around and saw Pan Meilin still holding a gun, and then Fang Weimin stared at her, mouth moving, "Shoot, shoot, kill..." He frowned, raised his foot and kicked her in the face,
His mouth and cheeks were kicked so hard that they were dented, and several of his teeth were chipped.
Pan Meilin twitched and her hands were so weak that she couldn't lift them.
"Did I do something wrong? I just came in to use the restroom. Who knows, as soon as I came in, I saw a dozen security guards beating people. I turned around and just hid in the restroom when another big man ran out of the corridor and asked
I was chasing a male classmate with my pants on. The classmate was running, crying and shouting "no"... Do you understand how I feel? I just wanted to come in and hide, but who knew you would point a gun at my head as soon as you came?
…”
The visitor leaned down, grabbed the hair on the back of Fang Weimin's head, and lifted his head up. "What did I do wrong?" Then he asked her, "Why are you pointing at me again?"
Pan Meilin gasped, because her breathing was too rapid, her nostrils contracted and her lips trembled violently. Her hand holding the gun pointed forward diagonally, but it was weak and she could no longer aim at anyone. After hearing the question, she
He probably wanted to speak, but facing Fang Weimin's straight eyes, his blood-stained lips and teeth could not open. The person looked down and saw, raised his hand and slapped him on the head, knocking him down.
Down.
"What are you looking at?"
The person asked as he picked the person up again, slapped her again, and there was a loud 'snap'. Pan Meilin suddenly trembled, as if it was her who was being hit. But the other person did not stop there, but grabbed her again.
Fang Weimin lifted up his hair and raised his palm, "No, don't hit..." However, before he could slap him down, Fang Weimin vomited blood and weakly begged for mercy. The majesty and arrogance in his eyes had disappeared.
Almost exhausted.
Snap.
The person slapped him down and slapped him down. Then, he took out a paper towel from the paper box that happened to fall next to him. He wiped his hands, then crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the latter's head. He opened his mouth wide and stared.
Next to the two-eyed Pan Meilin, he squatted down, half-hug her in a somewhat intimate manner, and supported her hand holding the gun. Her pupils were dilated and her body was stiff, but she did not resist. He raised her hand and held the gun.
He aimed his mouth at the dean who raised his head and gradually showed a frightened look, "Q92 type 5.8 small caliber, length 188, total weight 88, steel core ordinary bullet, muzzle velocity 480, effective range 50, the advantages are small recoil and high shooting accuracy...
He was almost close to the side of her face, "Notched rear sight, fixed crosshair, use three points and one line to aim at the target..." He slowly moved her hand and aimed it at Fang Weimin's head.
"No, don't-"
Fang Weimin was so frightened that he raised his hands to cover his head. At this time, he was covered in filth and his bald hair was messy. He was no different from a beaten, unemployed middle-aged man.
Pan Meilin looked at all this, as if in a dream, dumbfounded. After a moment, she seemed to wake up, her trembling lips gradually bit her teeth, and her eyes slowly became hot. But the heat was a little abnormal, like the pain that had been suppressed for many years.
The volcano erupted and turned into a frightening mania. Her hand holding the gun suddenly tightened, and then in just a few tenths of a second, she let out a loud scream of "Ah——".
Bang.
When the gunfire started, Fang Weimin was shocked, his legs shook, he peed, and he fainted.
It's a pity that the visitor's hand pushed it a little and the shot was crooked. Pan Meilin opened her eyes wide and looked at Fang Weimin's miserable appearance, which was worse than a dead dog. Tears flowed down her face. The gun slipped from her hand, and she
Unable to hold it back any longer, she burst out crying "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".
Didi woo woo ——
Outside, the sound of police sirens could be heard faintly.
The visitor stood up and came to the window. Several police cars drove up outside, their lights flashing, and they had arrived at the gate. He thought for a moment, turned around, picked up Fang Weimin's mobile phone, and plugged in an unknown phone number.
What looked like a USB flash drive was taken out from somewhere.
"you--"
Suddenly, Pan Meilin spoke, "Let's go, let's go..."
Beep.
At about the same time, the green light came on on the USB flash drive and beeped. The person pulled it out and then threw the phone on the coffee table.
"You, go quickly, go quickly..."
"..."
The visitor looked at her for a while, and then at Li Jingjing. At this time, the police car had already driven in, and more than a dozen police officers quickly launched into action. He looked at Pan Meilin, who was hanging her head, as if she had something to say.
He said, but in the end he said nothing and turned around to leave.
"Thanks--"
Pan Meilin said something, but the voice was so low that only she could hear it. After a while, there was some noise from the corridor outside, and she raised her face. Her eyes were almost as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and she looked at Fang Weimin
After a few seconds, she picked up the gun again. This time, she seemed a little calm and didn't take much aim. She pointed it at him with both hands tightly clasped, and then pulled the trigger several times.
Click, click, click.
Blank bombs.
She was stunned, then stayed for a while, and then showed an expression that didn't know whether to cry or laugh. The tears were silent, and finally she couldn't stop them.