Third-rate killer's guardian lover GL

"It's so late, you still chased me away? Besides, I was injured, what if I meet my enemies halfway?"

"What's none of my business?" Shen Qianxun put away the medicine box and went straight into the kitchen, probably to deal with the bloodstain.

Rowling stood up and followed the woman into the kitchen, watching her squatting on the ground and wiping the blood on the floor.Rowling raised the corner of her mouth and said, "Then you saved me for nothing?"

"It's my bad luck, you hurry up and leave." Shen Qianxun wiped the floor vigorously as if exasperated, and replied angrily.

"Okay. I'll go. This is for you. If you have anything to do, you can call me. I'll be there right away. The number is on the back of your work ID."

Shen Qianxun stopped what she was doing, glanced at the gun that Rowling handed over, and continued to wipe the floor, "I don't want it, and I have nothing to call you."

Rowling's smile became embarrassing, she hooked the corners of her mouth, and put the gun on the table beside her, "I put it here, it might be useful." After finishing speaking, she turned around to leave, then turned around suddenly, and pointed at the only gun in the kitchen. Looking at a window, he said: "Ah, by the way, you'd better strengthen your guard against that window, it's too easy to get in."

Looking at that window, Shen Qianxun suddenly thought, her home is on the second floor, how could this injured gangster come in so easily?

After packing everything, Rowling had already left.Shen Qianxun took a shower, lay on the bed holding the gun left by that shameless underworld, and looked at the phone number left by that person on the back of his work card.

— Rowling, the damn underworld...

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Rowling returned to the residence, poured a large glass of water, then dragged away the clothes, cleaned up the blood stains on her body, and threw the blood-stained clothes into the garbage bag.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the headquarters in Hawaii.

"Rowling?" Unsurprisingly, it was Zheng Jie who answered.

"Brother Jie, tell the boss that the mission is complete." Rowling lit a cigarette and smoked.

There was a playful smile from the other end of the phone, "Okay, this time it's quite quick. Tell me, are you hurt?"

"Bah," Rowling spat softly, "Can't you just hope for me?"

"Hahahaha, is this something I'm looking forward to or not? Think about it for yourself, how many times have you been on missions these years without getting injured? It's just that you spent a lot of medical expenses."

"Okay, okay, are you a person? Hang up."

Rowling hung up the phone neatly, and sat by the window smoking a cigarette.Inadvertently thinking of the woman who bandaged her tonight, Rowling raised the corners of her mouth, as if she could never forget this woman who suddenly appeared in her life.

She knew how irrational it was to rashly leave names and phone numbers to strangers, but she was willing to believe in that pure woman.

Therefore, by accident, I wrote down my name and contact information on the back of the work card.

I wonder if she will call her?

I hope today's incident will not implicate her.

She remembered clearly that when she jumped onto the balcony of her house, she looked behind her and saw that there was no blood.

The police probably won't find her there.

Rowling got up and threw away the cigarette butt.But he couldn't get rid of the troubles in his heart, so he went to the wine cabinet, took out a small bottle of white wine, unscrewed the lid and drank it in one gulp.

Shen Qianxun...

When Rowling was still worried that the police would find Shen Qianxun's house, it suddenly rained heavily outside, which made Rowling very happy.

She thought to herself: even God is cleaning up the evidence for her.

This is Rowling...

——A third-rate little killer who is not capable enough in the Red Blazing Killer Organization.

The author has something to say: Rowling, are you still a killer?Aren't killers very indifferent?Can a third-rate killer be so shameless?

A third-rate killer who drinks and smokes...

Chapter 2

In the afternoon of the next day, Shen Qianxun hurriedly changed her clothes after get off work and walked outside the hospital.

Shen Qianxun, 24 years old, graduated from X Medical College in X City. He has been intern at X Hospital in this city for nearly two years.

"Chihiro, wait, Chihiro..."

Just as Shen Qianxun walked out of the hospital gate, when she heard someone calling her behind, she stopped and turned her head to smile at the person who came, saying, "What's the matter, Yaoyao?"

Panting, Lu Yao ran to Shen Qianxun's side, bent over to calm her breath, and said, "Why are you running so fast? After chasing for a long time, I'm exhausted."

"I ordered a security window, and I made an appointment with him to install it at my house at 05:30, and I have to go back immediately." Shen Qianxun explained.

"Oh, I still wanted to have dinner together at night, but now it's gone again." Lu Yao shrugged, a little disappointed.

Shen Qianxun looked at his watch and said, "It's still early, if the installation is fast, can I call you again?"

"Well," Lu Yao nodded, and continued: "Okay, then I'll wait for your call."

"Okay, then I'll go first." Shen Qianxun smiled, waved to Lu Yao and left.

On Rowling's side, because she slept too late last night, she woke up the next day after noon.

Presumably after a night of heavy rain, those so-called evidences no longer exist.Laying on the bed until after three o'clock, I finally couldn't bear the hunger in my stomach, so I got up and got something to eat.After taking a few bites, Rowling walked to the door, opened it, and took out a newspaper from the mailbox. She has always had the habit of ordering newspapers.

Take the newspaper into the house, read it and eat it.Sure enough, it was published in the newspaper that the rich man died in his garden yesterday, and the police are doing their best to investigate.

Rowling smiled triumphantly, and said to herself: "These reporters are pretty fast." Throwing the newspaper into the wastebasket, she continued to eat instant noodles.With a glance in her eyes, she inadvertently saw the mobile phone lying on the corner of the table. Rowling reached out to take it, opened the mobile phone and looked at it, there were eighteen missed calls from Du Yu, and nothing else.

Not many people know her phone number, the boss of the Hawaii headquarters, Zheng Jie, Du Yu, and Shen Qianxun.

Rowling was a little disappointed. Although she knew that someone would not call her, she still had a glimmer of hope.

Well, on the first day, hopes were dashed.

After dialing Du Yu's phone, Rowling heard a sharp roar on the other end of the phone, and took the phone away from her ear, half a meter away, the roar was still clear.

"...you didn't answer the phone after ten or twenty calls, I thought you were dead. If I hadn't read the newspaper this morning, I would have smashed your door. Hey, talk, damn it..."

Rowling took two more mouthfuls of instant noodles, then slowly pulled the phone back to her ear, and said, "It's on mute, why are you making so many calls?"

I couldn't see the expression of the man on the other end, but Rowling could still imagine Du Yu's explosive appearance.

"What the hell? How dare you say you're not injured?"

How do you know her so well?Rowling's face was black.

"I'm hurt, but it's okay, a little injury." Rowling said casually.

"I'll go now, wait for me."

"No, no, no..." Before Du Yu finished speaking, Luo Lin immediately stopped her, for fear that she would rush to ask questions now, and she didn't want to tell others what happened last night.Then he quickly explained: "It's just a skin injury, I've already bandaged it up, so don't come here."

"You've finished bandaging, what's the matter with me going to see you later?"

If you still want to come, Rowling bit off the half-swallowed instant noodles, and immediately stopped her: "I'm going out right now, next time, next time."

If this clingy little monster comes, I don't know how long the chat will last.

"Why do you still go after the task?" Du Yu chased after him.

"I went out to do some shopping, and there was nothing in the refrigerator. You know, I live far from the city, and it takes two or three hours to go back and forth. Next time, next time." Rowling said Throw leftovers in the trash.

"Okay, let's get in touch again. Goodbye." After finishing speaking, Du Yu hung up the phone on his own.

Du Yu, Rowling's personal doctor.Because she was often injured during missions, the headquarters of the Red Blazing Regiment specially assigned her a doctor by her side.Of course, Du Yu was also trained by the Hawaii headquarters...a doctor, not a killer.

Rowling cleaned up the house, sat on the sofa and watched TV, waiting for the sky to completely darken.

She looked up at her watch. At [-]:[-], Rowling got up and put on her usual black leggings, black shirt, and black military boots.Standing in front of the mirror and looking at herself in the mirror, dressed in black and with neat short hair, Rowling smiled, turned her head and went out the door.

When she came downstairs to the apartment where Shen Qianxun lived, she looked up at the window on the second floor, and Rowling grinned, "Well, good." The kitchen window has already been installed with anti-theft windows.

Let's go through the front door.

Rowling stepped into the apartment.

After ringing the doorbell for a few minutes, no one came to open it.I don't know why this girl went away again, she wasn't home after nine o'clock.

Could it be that you went out with your boyfriend?Thinking that Shen Qianxun might have a boyfriend, Rowling seemed to have a block in her heart.Seeing no one around, he took out the steel wire he had prepared earlier, opened the door and entered the house.