After marrying Shao Qin, I've been losing my horse every day

Chapter 48 I used to shoot toy guns when I was young
Chu Rong was naturally familiar with what the sound was, but she was just a little impatient, without any fear.

Qin Yan didn't seem to be surprised at all.

A trace of hostility flashed in his deep black eyes, and his voice was icy cold: "So anxious."

Chu Rong looked at Qin Yan with some headaches: "Young Master Qin, you have quite a lot of enemies."

Qin Yan let out a chuckle from his throat, "Fortunately, it's just that luck is not very good this time."

Fu Wu sitting in the cab: "..."

"Bang bang bang bang..." Gunshots rang out one after another.

I don't know when there were two cars parked side by side, blocking the road behind.

The people in several cars came down one after another, and approached the Maybach cautiously with their guns raised.

Chu Rong counted roughly through the rearview mirror, and there was a burst of interest in her eyes. She dragged her tune and said to Qin Yan: "Young Master Qin, you are looked down upon by others. There are only about ten people."

Qin Yan took out two guns from nowhere.

He pinched the muzzle of one of the guns, and the handle of the gun was facing Chu Rong, and he raised his eyebrows: "I really look down on me."

Chu Rong took the pistol from Qin Yan, opened the safety, loaded the bullets, and moved neatly and skillfully.

Fu Wu watched Chu Rong's movements through the rearview mirror of the car, and was completely stunned.

The two people in the back seat raised their guns, looked at each other, and opened the car door almost at the same time.

The gunshots sounded one after another, and the people around outside fell down before they could react.

Holding up the gun, Chu Rong looked around with a cold expression, exuding a cold aura around him.

Qin Yan glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

The girl's hand holding the gun was very steady, and her marksmanship was also very precise. The strong recoil seemed to have no effect on her, and her hand did not tremble at all.

Chu Rong glanced in Qin Yan's direction inadvertently, and his eyes froze.

She pointed the gun in Qin Yan's direction suddenly, and pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

The bullet grazed the man's cheek and shot behind him.

It pierced into the human body with a puff, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling.

Seeing this scene, Fu Wu's face turned pale, and he quickly pulled out the gun from his waist and got out of the car, only to realize that it was a false alarm.

He almost thought that Miss Chu was going to shoot his father.

"Thank you, Ms. Chu." Qin Yan didn't even look behind him, and he didn't feel the joy of being alive after a catastrophe. His voice was flat from beginning to end.

He turned to look at Fu Wu, and threw the gun into his arms: "Call Fu San and ask him to deal with it."

Fu Wu hugged the gun, responded and went to the side to call Fu San.

There were a dozen or so people lying on the ground in a haphazard manner, and one or two drops of fresh blood were almost splashed around each of them.

Chu Rong walked into a person and put his toes against the person's head, exposing his neck.

The girl's eyes suddenly turned hostile.

She looked at the turquoise letter C on the man's neck, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.

"Tattoo?"

Qin Yan appeared behind her at some point, followed her gaze and saw the tattoo: "What's the special meaning?"

Chu Rong's eyes moved, and the eyelids were half lowered, and the long and thick eyelashes covered the emotions in the eyes.

She stuffed the gun in Qin Yan's hand, turned around and walked towards the Maybach, and answered Qin Yan's question in a somewhat lazy tone: "I don't know, I guess it was a random tattoo."

Qin Yan shook the gun in his hand, took another look at the man's tattoo, turned around and followed Chu Rong.

Fu San was quite fast, and brought people here soon.

Qin Yan just asked not to leave any traces and left. The little girl seemed a little sleepy.

In the car, Chu Rong supported his head and chatted with Qin Yan in a bored manner: "Young Master Qin has suffered a heavy loss."

The shell of the Maybach is not bulletproof. Those people shot it just now, and several places at the rear of the car were dented, which greatly affected the appearance.

"You can repair it tomorrow, and if it doesn't work, you can change it." Qin Yan's tone was very casual, and tens of millions of things seemed nothing to him.

Chu Rong glanced at him expressionlessly.

The words "It's really self-willed to be rich" are written brightly in the eyes.

That's right, how could Young Master Qin be short of money?

"Miss Chu has practiced shooting?" Qin Yan chuckled and said, "The marksmanship is quite accurate."

Fu Wu, who was driving, was also a little curious about this question, so he listened carefully.

Chu Rong took a deep breath, with a lazy and smiling voice: "I've practiced it, I used to shoot toy guns when I was young, so my marksmanship is accurate."

Fu Wu: "..." Ms. Chu, your lying is a bit too obvious. How can a toy gun compare with a real gun!

What's more, what he saw from the rearview mirror, Chu Rong opened the safety, loaded it, then raised the gun, and pulled the trigger. The whole process was smooth and smooth, and it looked like a professional with a gun.

The posture of holding the gun, the accuracy of shooting, and the recoil that has no effect.

Fu Wu vaguely made a judgment that Chu Rong must have used the gun for more than eight years.

But eight years ago Chu Rong was only 11 years old? 11 years old can hold a gun with a gun?how is this possible!

Think about him being 11 years old and still grabbing food from the children in the orphanage...

"That's pretty amazing." Qin Yan praised Chu Rong without hesitation.

Chu Rong's lips curled into an arc, but he didn't speak.

Fu San and the others were very fast. As soon as the Maybach drove into Jinyuan, he sent a message to say that it was cleaned up.

After sending Chu Rong back to the house and speaking to her a few words, Qin Yan returned to his side.

He sat on the sofa and smoked a cigarette, took out his phone and looked at the message from Fu San.

A few photos and a word.

Fu San said that those who attacked them at night had a blue-green tattoo C on their necks, which seemed to be some kind of organization.

But they have never heard of any international organization with this logo.

Chu Rong seemed to recognize this tattoo.

A layer of melancholy appeared between the man's brows and eyes, his index finger rested on his wrist and tapped it up and down, his eyes narrowed slightly to look at a certain place in the void, and the emotions in the depths of his eyes were somewhat complicated.

The news that Qin Yan and Chu Rong were attacked by gunmen on the way back from Qin's house spread quickly.

It's no surprise that the competition among the wealthy families is commonplace. No one thinks there is anything unusual, but they all greeted Qin Yan and Chu Rong symbolically.

After Mr. Qin found out about this early the next morning, he rushed to Jinyuan immediately.

Qin Yan was not surprised at the arrival of the old man.

He closed the door first, then made a cup of tea for the old man, and sat quietly aside.

The old man's complexion was not very good. He looked at the steaming teacup and said in a cold voice, "You and Xiaorong were okay yesterday, weren't you?"

Qin Yan also picked up a cup of tea and took a sip, his voice was a little hoarse: "I look like something, do you think something is wrong?"

If the old man wanted to ask something else, Qin Yan answered first: "Chu Rong is fine."

The old man nodded and looked at Qin Yan with an unprecedented seriousness: "What are you going to do?"

(End of this chapter)