Thousands of vests, big guys lose them every day

"Sister Shu, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers."

The man stopped smiling and his voice turned cold instantly. He took out a gun from behind and pointed it directly at Lin Shu's head: "Sister Shu, do you want me to do it?"

Lin Shu smiled, her eyes unmoved: "If you want something, let Anwu come in person."

He raised his hand and moved the man's arm.

"You are the first one who dares to put a gun to my head."

The fingers traced along his arm, and his hand finally grasped the gun in his hand.

In an instant, he pointed the gun at him with his backhand.

The man smiled and said, "Sister Shu, I just want to know something. I'll leave as soon as I get it."

Lin Shu stopped laughing, her peach blossom eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, and she said coldly: "I don't want to say what I said a third time."

This person Anwu really knows how to challenge her.

The man looked at the gun against his head and felt a little scared. After all, the power of his life and death was now in the hands of this woman, and he did not dare to anger her.

He finally understood why the leader sent him here. This woman was really not someone to be trifled with.

"Sister Shu, as long as you hand over your things, Anwu will not make things difficult for you."

The man still refused to give up and spoke.

He must bring something back today.

Lin Shu clicked her tongue and let go of the man's hand: "Who should I send next time?"

The man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and he didn't realize what she meant.

Then watching her movements, the man's eyes widened.

Lin Shu took out a gun from behind her. The most iconic gun that everyone in the dark night wanted to get.

The gun body is silver-colored. Although it is small and light, it is extremely powerful. One shot is enough to destroy the entire room.

This is a gun made by Qin Shu herself, and there is only one gun.

The word Qin on the gun shines extremely brightly in the dim light.

The man looked at Lin Shu in disbelief: "Who are you?"

Lin Shu smiled faintly: "Didn't you guess it? Do you need me to say more?"

Lin Shu turned the gun around and put it in her pocket. She was not going to see blood with her gun today.

"Qin Shu! It's you."

The man screamed in shock. He never dreamed that Qin Shu was not dead.

Lin Shu suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his hand. She squeezed it gently and heard the sound of bones breaking.

The man screamed in pain, and the gun in his hand drooped.

Lin Shu immediately grabbed the gun and weighed it in her hand: "The quality is good, but it's a pity that I made it too."

She glanced at him with deep eyes.

"boom--"

The sound of gunshots echoed throughout the alley, accompanied by the men's cries of pain.

Lin Shu frowned: "Anwu's training has become worse and worse in recent years. It's just one shot."

He raised his foot and kicked the wound on the man's abdomen.

The man sat on the ground in pain and couldn't say a word.

Lin Shu squatted next to the man and put the gun against his head: "I'm right, he is indeed a waste."

Guns, she plays well with them.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the man's abdomen. This shot was enough to kill him.

Lin Shu threw the gun beside the man: "Only the dead can keep secrets."

The man was stunned for a moment. These words were what he said to Qin Shu, but he didn't expect that they would be used on him now.

He raised his eyes and looked at Lin Shu: "Sister Shu is so good at tricking everyone, but I don't know what will happen if Anwu finds out?"

Lin Shu raised her lips and smiled: "I wish you could."

Anwu wanted her to die, and she wanted Anwu to die.

The man said viciously: "Sister Shu is too naive."

Then his eyes glazed over for an instant, and he gradually lost his breath.