Third-rate killer's guardian lover GL

"Third-rate Killer: Guardian Lover GL" Author: Liu Li

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"Aren't you afraid that I will avenge my kindness?"

"Then if you say that, you are not afraid that I will call the police now?"

Rowling sneered, shaking the gun in her hand at her.

"Your name is Shen Qianxun?"

"how do you know?"

Rowling motioned her to look at the side coffee table, Shen Qianxun saw her work ID lying there, twitched the corner of her mouth and continued to bandage that person.

This damn shameless underworld...

This article is not long, and will be posted together when it is finished.

Content tags: urban love, special liking

Search keywords: Protagonist: Luo Lin, Shen Qianxun┃ Supporting roles: Du Yu, Lu Yao┃ Others: Luo Lin, Shen Qianxun

Chapter 1

The first time I met Chihiro was at her home.Chihiro's pure and pretty face attracted her, a third-rate killer.

To say that she is a third-rate killer is not wrong at all.She rarely completes the tasks assigned by the organization at one time, and even if she does, she will get hurt herself.

For ten years, she has gotten used to being scolded by the boss every time.

Just like this time, Rowling succeeded in her mission, but was chased by the rich man's bodyguard and ran half the city. In the end... she was honorably injured by a gunshot wound.

The boss said that she can only be a third-rate killer in this life, and Zheng Jie said that she can take on some sabotage missions in the future, because every mission, no matter whether it is successful or not, she will make the target's home or company a mess, and everyone will turn their backs. .

Rowling covered the wound on her left arm with her right hand, and sat slumped in someone's kitchen with her eyes closed.Fortunately, the distance is long, otherwise the arm would have been disabled.It can be regarded as temporarily getting rid of the pursuit of those people. ——I just hope that this family will not come back first.

It's just that this dazed third-rate killer fell asleep in someone else's kitchen because he lost too much blood and fainted, or because he was so careless.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Rowling seemed to hear the sound of the door opening, so she immediately sat up and raised her vigilance.Even if she is not popular, she is still a killer after all, and she still has the sense of vigilance that she should have.

Rowling was annoyed that she had fallen asleep in someone else's house at this time. The wound was a little numb, and the big puddle of blood on the ground reminded her that the bullet on her arm must be removed as soon as possible, but the bullet was on the side and back of her left arm. I can't get it out no matter what.

Rowling looked at her watch, it was past ten o'clock.The owner of the outside room didn't know what he was busy with. Rowling took out the chest in her arms, squinted her eyes, and coughed twice...

There was a moment of silence outside, and then the sound of light footsteps approached slowly accompanied by the sound of unsteady breathing. Rowling raised the gun in her hand and pointed it at the door. 1 minute later...

Standing at the door, a woman dressed in pure white casual clothes held a baseball bat, and looked at the stranger sitting on the ground with a gun at her in panic...

"You...who are you? How come...in my house?" The woman asked her nervously.

Seeing the woman's nervous feet kept raising and lowering, Rowling raised the corners of her mouth slightly, put down the gun in her hand, and ordered: "Come here." Such a little girl, no matter how seriously injured she is, can easily deal with it. .

The woman hesitated, moved slightly, and then backed away.Pretending to be calm, he said: "I, why should I go there? Who are you? Don't say that I called the police."

Enduring the pain, Rowling gritted her teeth and threatened with a cold face: "Hurry up, or I'll take you to the gate of hell." She shook the gun in her hand as she spoke.

The woman looked at the large bloodstains on the ground, and then looked at Rowling's pale face due to excessive blood loss. She probably couldn't stand up after bleeding so much.No matter, let's save people first.Putting down his defenses, he threw the baseball bat aside, snorted softly, and walked towards Rowling.

Except for the gun, she shouldn't be too threatening in this way.

Pulling up Rowling's not-heavy body, she walked to the outside room, muttering as she walked, "I'm so hurt, and I still want to threaten people, I really don't know what you gangsters think, you fight and kill all day long , you are a woman..."

The woman's chattering stopped abruptly under Rowling's cold gaze.

"Be patient for a while, I'll go get the medicine box." Seeing where the wound was, the woman laid Rowling on her sofa, and her tone became a little colder.

"Wait..." Rowling pointed the gun at the man, threatening again: "Don't play tricks, you should know the consequences."

The woman turned her head, looked down at Rowling, smiled disdainfully, then took out her mobile phone from her pocket and put it on the coffee table, spit: "Little man..." After speaking, she gave her a glance and went into the room with a ponytail.

"Hey..." Rowling looked up at the woman's back and sneered.Careless?What's more, even if you are just a third-rate killer, you should know that you can't trust anyone easily.

Rowling listened to the sound coming from inside, recalling the woman's appearance, when she saw her for the first time, her first impression was that this woman was very beautiful, her eyes were very clear, she should be a pure girl.But to be on the safe side, you have to guard against it.

When the woman came out, she was holding a large medicine box on the coffee table, and Rowling watched as she prepared a series of supplies for getting the bullets.

Everything in her medicine cabinet is complete.

The woman cut off Rowling's sleeve, then folded a towel and handed it to Rowling, "There is no anesthetic, use this."

"No need." Rowling looked at the towel in the woman's hand, and replied lightly.

The woman stared at her in a daze for a while, then threw the towel aside and continued with her work.

When the scalpel pierced into the flesh, Rowling immediately regretted the piercing pain. Why would she pretend to be bi at this time? Biting with a towel is better than biting her lips.Rowling breathed a sigh of relief until she heard a 'ding' sound of metal clashing, confirming that the bullet had been taken out.She has always been afraid of pain. After ten years of non-human training and countless injuries in actual combat, she still hasn't been able to train herself into a pain-resistant steel frame like Zheng Jie and the others.

But in front of this innocent woman, she always wanted to pretend.No, her lips were bitten, and she was still sweating from the pain.

The woman bandaged her wound gently, seemingly very skillfully.Rowling tilted her head, glanced at the coffee table, and then looked at the woman who was bandaging her seriously. If she hadn't seen her holding a gun, maybe she would really call the police?

Wiping the sweat off her brow, Rowling asked lightly, "Aren't you afraid that I will repay you?"

"Then if you say that, you're not afraid that I'll call the police now?" The woman continued to bandage her wound without raising her head.

Rowling sneered, and shook the gun in her hand, "Report it. I'll see if the police came sooner, or my gun." Looking at the woman's darkened face, Rowling smiled with satisfaction.

The woman glared at her, her movements became more serious, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on Rowling's head in pain.

This woman was quite stubborn, and Rowling regretted it a bit, why did she have to argue with her?

Rowling looked at the innocent girl in front of her, and said, "Your name is Shen Qianxun?"

"How do you know?" Shen Qianxun looked at this damn underworld in surprise.

Rowling motioned her to look at the side coffee table, Shen Qianxun saw her work ID lying there, twitched the corners of her mouth, and continued to bandage that person.

"Get up." After the bandage was finished, Shen Qianxun sat on the coffee table, looked at the underworld who was lying on the head tilted and staring at her in a daze, glared at her, and continued: "What are you looking at me for?"

Rowling came back to her senses and sat up with her upper body propped up. Only then did she see the work card on the coffee table. It turned out that this girl is an intern. No wonder she is so proficient in such things.

Shen Qianxun wiped the one-inch wound on her face with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol, and took out two band-aids to cover the wound. "The wound is too deep. If you don't use the scar remover, it may leave a scar." Although she is a gangster, this woman has a good appearance, and it would be a pity if she left a scar.

Feeling Shen Qianxun's warm breath spraying on her face, Rowling was confused for a moment.With a fever in his head, he reached out and wrapped his arms around the woman's slender waist.

But it was only a few seconds before the woman yelled at her and pushed her away, "Let go of me, hooligan, pervert, you crazy..."

Rowling, who was pushed away, was not annoyed, and laughed as she clutched her sore wound and watched the woman stand up and pack the medicine box.

That pretty face was so tense that it was cold.

"Why, thank you, can't I hug you?" Rowling supported her body with her right hand, with a shameless posture.

"No need, just don't let me see you again. Are you going to leave after bandaging?" Shen Qianxun picked up the medicine box and went to the inner room, and gave the order to evict the guest without looking back.

——This damned shameless unexpected visitor.

Looking at her slender figure that couldn't be concealed by a white casual dress, Rowling shamelessly thought about the soft body she felt in the hug just now.Looking down at her black tights again, one black and one white, Rowling smiled slightly, took out a pen from her pocket, and scratched on the back of Shen Qianxun's work ID.