Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 297: No. 42 cannot let down Qingqing ([-])
The sound of bullets being loaded again and again was accompanied by the slight smell of blood in the air.

Extreme fear stimulated people's heads again and again.

Finally, a man spat out the paper desperately, "Young commander, let me say, I can say anything, please let me go."

The man's hand visibly froze for a moment.

Then one shot after another, fast and accurate.

He is the only one left here.

The secret agent was very frightened, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead.

He didn't want to watch his companions die tragically one by one, but he didn't want to die, really didn't want to die.

"We came this time for the secret report from the Marshal's residence."

The adjutant wanted to laugh, secret report?He had been with Shen Jijin for so many years and didn't know there was such a thing as a secret report.

The secret agents probably also knew that they didn't believe it, so they crawled and grabbed Shen Jijin's trouser legs.

His eyes widened, and his voice was harsh:
"My lord, what I said is true."

The young officer gave him a cold look.

The spy's teeth were chattering at this glance, the man's expression was so terrifying, he looked like a ghost from hell.

Those eyes were sharp and sharp, as cold as blades, and also carried an evil aura, which gave people a strong sense of oppression and made them feel breathless and suffocated.

He sat back in fright, just about to stand up.

It was a silver wolf, with those green eyes rolling with a dangerous light.

The man suddenly collapsed on the ground before he could react.

At this time, he was leaning on the edge of the chair, baring his teeth slightly, revealing the sharp tips of his teeth.

He wanted to stand up, but under the gaze of such a ferocious wolf, the spy was so frightened that his legs went limp and he couldn't even stand up.

"Young... Young Commander, I've told you everything I know, can you let me go?"

The man put down the beautiful silver gun slowly, the adjutant handed over a handkerchief, and the man wiped it.

The night was getting darker, and his fingers with clear bones covered his eyes, he said: "Of course."

The agents did not expect that Marshal Shen Jijin would be so easy to talk to and would let him go as soon as he asked.

Runs smoothly.

There was a sudden chuckle in the air.

There was a hint of conviction in the long and narrow eyes of the young officer.

He picked up a black piece and dropped it on the stone table. There was a slight collision sound between the chess piece and the stone table.

"Checkmate."

The incomplete chessboard has decided the outcome at once.

As if the wolf had received the order, he let go of the reins, ran extremely fast, and bit the spy's neck.

Blood dripping.

The adjutant has stayed by Shen Jijin's side for many years and knows that Shen Jijin is not the kind of person who breaks promises. There must be a reason for killing this spy.

Asked tentatively: "Why does the young commander still want to kill him?"

The man raised his eyelids, his deep eyes filled with gloom and a faint storm.

The slender fingers were like carefully carved works of art, placed in front of the thin lips, "Shh."

The man glanced sideways at the still cold body.

His eyes were so indifferent.

"His voice was too loud just now, it will disturb Tan Sang."

The adjutant was taken aback.

The young marshal unexpectedly asked him to prepare paper just now, he thought it was the young marshal who felt noisy, but it turned out that he was worried about disturbing his wife.

But this pavilion is the farthest place in the whole mansion from my wife.

No matter how loud the sound is, it will not reach Madam.

The idea of ​​the young marshal is completely unnecessary.

The adjutant didn't dare to say such a thing, he could only complain in his heart.

The man's eyes were as heavy as the sea. He looked into the room in the middle of the night, where the lights had already been turned off.

(End of this chapter)