Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

After a short firefight, there was another quiet stalemate, but this quietness was not so quiet to Wen Qingyue.

With sensitive hearing, she could clearly hear the killer's rapid breathing after being shot.

She still had two bullets in the gun, and the killer fired a few times, thinking the gun was out of bullets, but maybe he had spare clips.

Maybe you can take a gamble, a 50.00% winning rate is better than this feeling of freezing to death.

Wen Qingyue gritted her teeth, and after a moment of silence, she said: "You were shot, I guess... there are no bullets in your gun, right?"

Sure enough, the killer didn't shoot in her direction, she seemed to have won the bet, but Wen Qingyue didn't go out immediately, in case the killer was also betting, bet on her going out, and then shot her abruptly.

"Your companion is dead, and you are shot, the chance of winning is only half..."

Quiet, still quiet, the killer ignored her.

Wen Qingyue licked the roots of her teeth a little tricky, clenched the gun in her hand, stepped out without hesitation, and shot at the killer's position at the same time.

Boom!

After two shots, the killer hastily shifted his position to hide.

He was literally out of bullets.

Bet won!

Wen Qingyue's nerves were tense, and she wasn't happy at all, because she wasn't either. In terms of physical strength, she had little chance of winning in hand-to-hand combat.

Wen Qingyue simply threw the gun away, kept walking, quickly switched the switchblade in her left hand to her right, and stepped forward step by step in the mud.

The killer who was hiding behind the tree also came out. He had thrown away the gun long ago, and pulled out a Swiss Army knife from his lap. In the darkness, only blurred silhouettes of each other could be seen.

No one spoke, the pace quickened, murderous aura rushed towards his face, Wen Qingyue tilted her head and dodged the killer's sweeping foot, holding the switchblade stem and swept away, stabbed, the sharp blade cut through the leather coat of his arm , blood spatter.

The killer snorted, and without hesitation in his movements, stabbed with his backhand, Wen Qingyue dodged in embarrassment, the saber rubbed her neck and pierced into the tree trunk, and a small wound was pulled on her neck, the sting made her scalp explode open.

If the knife hadn't been dodged, it wouldn't have stabbed the tree trunk, but her throat.

"Liu Nanchen is really willing to spend all his money to hire such a professional killer..."

In a flash, she took advantage of the moment the killer pulled out the knife to turn around, kicked on the tree trunk next to her, and took advantage of her strength.

call--

The killer only felt a gust of wind whizzing towards him, Wen Qingyue almost rose into the air, grabbed the tree trunk next to the mouth of a bowl, and swept towards him like a master in a martial arts movie.

It was just a matter of exhaling and inhaling. Before he could react, his brain was hit hard, his eardrums vibrated, his eyes turned black, and with a buzzing sound, he became dizzy.

Wen Qingyue landed on the ground and strode up, and the tree she let loose made a rustling sound as the condensed rain fell down, the killer shook his head, and before he could fully wake up, he instinctively raised his hand to block, but he forgot about him The position he was at at the moment was the edge of the slope, and the next second his center of gravity was unstable, he was kicked down, and rolled down uncontrollably.

Huh..., Wen Qingyue sat on the ground exhausted, panting rapidly, the sound of the killer rolling by her ears.

After panting for more than ten seconds, she got up quickly and turned around to pick off the dead British man's clothes, pants, and shoes.

Wen Qingyue quickly put on the man's clothes and pants, even if they were all wet, it was better than her torn dress. The man's shoes were much bigger, but it was better than none. She didn't even have any men's socks. Let it go, leaving only a pair of underpants and his tattered and dirty dress for the other party.

"I'm sorry, who told you to kill me." Wen Qingyue apologized unapologetically to the corpse, picked up the Swiss Army Knife, climbed over the top of the mountain and descended to Jiangyang County.

The killer was physically strong, and she kicked him down the mountain by taking advantage of the terrain, but he was not dead, and he would definitely catch up. She couldn't stop, and had to go to the county seat at dawn.

Unbeknownst to Wen Qingyue, Fu Han rushed to the top of the mountain half an hour after she left.

Fu Han looked at the stripped corpse, with only a pair of underwear left, and the dress next to the corpse, his eyes became brighter.

Sure enough, she was stronger than he imagined.

Fu Han didn't stay for a moment, he followed the footprints and sent a message to Ah Cheng at the same time.

"Let everyone pay attention to every movement in Jiangyang County tonight and meet Madam."

In the gray night sky and the vast forest, you are still chasing each other, and the danger is spreading endlessly.

This night, not only Wen Qingyue was sleepless, but everyone involved did not dare to sleep.

Liu Nanchen, who led the kidnapping, still didn't know that the police were involved, let alone that he had entered the trap that Wen Qingyue had set up for him. Even if he wasn't there, he had nowhere to escape.

The night drew up the curtain in the running and shuttling, the sky was grayed out and the last bit of gray was washed away, and the sound of sanitation workers swiping brooms sounded in the silent street of Wanlai.

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Sirens blared through the streets of the city during the morning rush hour, drawing the attention of passers-by.

The police car stopped in front of Liu's villa, and although the whistle stopped, there were quite a few onlookers, and even trainee reporters who were looking for news on the road were attracted.

Liu Nanchen was handcuffed by two policemen, came out wearing a mask and sunglasses, and was escorted into a car and taken back to the Municipal Public Security Bureau. The scene was also broadcast live.

"This morning, the Jiangzhou Municipal Public Security Bureau arrested Liu Nanchen, the third son of the Liu Group. It is reported that Liu Nanchen was detained by the police for a conversation a month ago..."

The TV of a roadside noodle restaurant in Jiangyang County broadcast the sound of reporters broadcasting. The picture was broadcast live, but only for a few seconds. The police car blew its horn and left.

"Isn't this the famous business tycoon Liu Songnian? It's a pity that there are such prodigal sons."

"Like father, like son, these rich people don't have any good things..."

The customers in the noodle shop were talking in low voices, but no one noticed the muddy woman at the door.

The boss brought the guests' noodles to the table, and when he looked up, he saw a dirty little girl in men's clothes standing in front of her steamed stuffed bun shop, shrouded in mist. It was strange that she thought the little girl was pretty. , the first reaction is that this little girl is in trouble?

"Girl, do you want to eat noodles?" The boss stepped forward a few steps and saw those bright black eyes clearly through the mist.

Wen Qingyue swept the hot steamed buns in front of her, did not answer the boss's words, turned around and left with her mouth watering.

"Hey, girl..." The boss is a middle-aged woman. Seeing her leave, she couldn't bear it, and chased her out to see her, but stopped when she saw her blood-stained pants and clothes, and her voice was blocked. I can't get it out of my throat.

When the boss came back to his senses, the figure had disappeared into the crowd. She frowned and turned back to the shop.

Wen Qingyue wasn't sure if the killer had chased into the county, adding that the blood-stained clothes on her body were too eye-catching, so she turned into the alley, took the clothes hanging outside of a house, and hid in a place where no one was around. replace the corners.