Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

"Who am I?"

Zhou Zeyu suppressed the restlessness of the other personality in his body, and raised his lips provocatively towards him.

"So it's Officer Fu."

Fu Jian's eyes were deep, his bones were extremely superior, and a layer of frost was condensed on his sharp-edged face. The police uniform made him even more handsome and handsome.

The tip of Zhou Zeyu's tongue touched his cheeks, his eyes were very presumptuous, and a lazy smile suddenly appeared in his chest.

"Not killed by the bomb?"

Fu Jian narrowed his eyes, raised his gun, and aimed the dark muzzle at Zhou Zeyu's head.

On the raised arm, the muscular and strong arm contained endless explosive power.

"Let go of her."

Zhou Zeyu's hand was still tightly holding onto Jiang Zijin's wrist, she struggled twice but did not move.

Jiang Zijin looked at Fu Jian standing in front of him, and opened his mouth, "Fu Jian..."

The moment she called out Fu Jian's name, Jiang Zijin felt a pain in her wrist, and Jiang Zijin couldn't help frowning.

Zhou Zeyu tightened his grip on her wrist, and the darkness of the night cast a layer of haze on the outline of his face.

"Who are you calling?"

Jiang Zijin slandered, anyway, I didn't call you.

Running along the way, Jiang Zijin's face was dirty with dust from nowhere, and the pure white wedding dress was also stained a little gray.

Her hair was messy and hung around her waist, giving her a sense of embarrassment.

Fu Jian's voice was low and he couldn't hear his emotions, "Do you really think I dare not shoot?"

Zhou Zeyu sneered, "You should know from the moment you put on the police uniform that the police have no right to shoot unless your safety is endangered. You..."

"boom--"

Fu Jian pulled the trigger and shot him in the wrist.

"Well!"

Blood spattered, staining Jiang Zijin's white skirt red.

Fu Jian's cold and arrogant black eyes seemed to be out of focus, and his voice was cold, "I have the right to shoot."

Jiang Zijin's eyes widened—

Zhou Zeyu let go of his hand, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat from the pain.

Blood dripped down his wrist to the ground, and a small blood stain was fainted. He clutched his injured arm and let out a muffled groan.

"Hold......"

Fu Jian called out to Jiang Zijin.

"Come here!"

After Jiang Zijin was freed, she immediately ran towards Fu Jian with her skirt in hand.

"Jiaojiao!"

Zhou Zeyu stretched out his other hand, but did not hold her.

The struggle of two personalities flashed in his eyes, and there was a sharp pain in his wrist.

【let her go. 】

'Zhou Zeyu' hated it extremely, "Why?"

"she is mine."

[She doesn't belong to anyone. 】

The voice in his head annoyed him like chanting scriptures.

"To shut up!"

He was yelling like crazy, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Jiaojiao..."

'Zhou Zeyu' had a splitting headache, the control of his body was constantly switched, and his teeth were about to be crushed.

Fu Jian walked towards him, pointed his gun at him, "Don't move."

Zhou Zeyu covered his wound, with a cold smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, and glanced at Jiang Zijin who was standing behind Fu Jian.

"Who do you think you are."

Fu Jian said, "The next time I shoot, I won't aim at your wrist."

He did what he said.

Zhou Zeyu laughed morbidly, his chest trembled with his laughter.

Fu Jian blocked his gaze towards Jiang Zijin, and did not take it lightly.

'Zhou Zeyu' was able to kill seven people in a row without being caught by the police, which shows that there must be more than this ability.

If it weren't for the kidnapping of Jiang Zijin and the high-profile live broadcast this time, it would have been very difficult to catch him.

Zhou Zeyu's elegant and handsome face was sunk deep in the darkness, revealing traces of bluish-white color.

"dream."

Fu Jian sensed something was wrong, and just about to run over, Zhou Zeyu swung a sharp blade from his fingertips quickly, and threw it towards Fu Jian's eyes.

'call out--'

Fu Jian's short body reacted quickly, and the sound of sirens came one after another not far away.

The police are starting to rush here!

Zhou Zeyu flicked the blade several times, taking advantage of Fu Jian's lack of time to aim, he immediately turned around and ran into the dark corridor. After a while, his back was swallowed by the darkness.

It is the most unwise choice to rashly enter the corridor when the enemy is in the dark.

Fu Jian didn't hesitate at all, he fired two shots at the door!

'Boom! '

The gunshots startled the birds in the forest in the suburbs, and the sound of flapping wings was very clear in the night.

"Captain Fu—"

Several police officers in police uniforms got on and off the police car, "Don't shoot!! Don't shoot!! The detachment leader said to capture alive—"

Fu Jian's face was cold and hard, he put down the gun, "He ran away."

The little police officer was very anxious, "Why did you shoot?"

Fu Jian said coldly, "Not dead."

He turned around to look at Jiang Zijin's situation.

The little policeman muttered, "We have already sent people to surround this place."

"I'm sure we can catch him."

Having said that, can you catch someone...

Very low probability.

The little policeman wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Why are you so impulsive today? You haven't been like this before..."

Fu Jianquan pretended he didn't hear it, and went in one ear and out the other.

The little policeman said, "Captain Fu, you..."

Fu Jian was about to take out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe Jiang Zijin's face when a piece of red silk fell out of his pocket and floated slowly to the ground——

It was the 'wreckage' of the red dress that Jiang Zijin threw into the trash can a few days ago.

Fu Jian: "..."

Jiang Zijin: "..."

Little police officer: "???!!!"