Paranoid!Crazy batch!The real daughter is a black lotus

Many people who were running away were caught.

The speed of tenderness began to slow down, he was panting heavily, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Shen Que listened to the screams behind her. As a top assassin, she would never stop or disrupt her plans because of some strangers.

Looking at the fewer and fewer people behind her tenderly, while the desperadoes are still chasing after her, her heart becomes more and more anxious.

Shen Que pursed his lips, thinking that Wen Qing had said before that this place looked the same as in the book, right?

"Where did we go now?"

"Ah? We're in the dense forest. I believe the police are already behind us. Just hold on."

Shen Que: "Run to the left, there is a cave over there."

After hearing this, Wenqing subconsciously believed her and shouted to everyone: "Follow me this way!"

He said and ran over first.

Jin Ling, who was being carried by several managers in turn, heard this and glanced around, her head buzzing.

The memories overlapped at this moment, and the body became colder.

In less than ten minutes, Wenqing saw the cave. It was very broken. There were spider webs and grass around it, so it was considered hidden.

The doubts in his heart deepened, so Kankan stopped at the entrance of the cave and put Shen Que down. The people following him felt happy when they saw the entrance of the cave.

"Let's go in quickly and wait for the police to come."

Wenqing thought so too. Jin Ling looked at the entrance of the hole with cold sweat on her forehead.

One after another, people got inside.

When almost ten people entered, Wenqing discovered that the entrance to the cave was too small, and even if there was grass covering it, they would be discovered quickly.

I'm afraid that all of them will be caught before the police come, and someone has to lead those people away.

Why is this scene so similar to the novel written by Jin Ling?

"Wenqing, why are you still standing? Come in quickly?" the agent urged.

Her warm thin lips pursed into a straight line: "You help me take care of Quechen, and I'll lead them away!"

"what?"

"No! Absolutely not!" Jin Ling refused first. She knew that the warmth would never come back. He was still so young: "You wait, I'll go."

Jin Ling said that she came out of the hole and pushed Wenqing into the hole.

"Writer Jin Ling, it's too late. I'm young and run fast! They can't catch up." Wenqing refused, pulled her hand away, and pushed her back.

Warmth turned around to leave.

Two loud whistles made him stop, and he was still wondering where the whistles came from. A flash of eye-catching red shuttled through the jungle in the distance, not very fast.

The dozen or so gangsters who were chasing him all started chasing the red figure in an instant.

Due to the distance problem, they didn't notice that there was still warmth behind them.

Wenqing recognized the red color as Shen Que, and the manager's voice came from behind: "Shen Que is missing!"

Suddenly, everyone knew whose whistle it belonged to.

Jin Ling was filled with regret. If she had known that what happened decades ago would happen again today, she would never have persisted in coming to this place.

Just for that little bit of restoration.

Wenqing's eyes were fierce, and she raised her foot to chase him. When the agent saw this, he took two quick steps to catch him.

"If you chase her, you'll be killed. Indeed, you go alone because you don't want us to get hurt. If you go, won't you go against her original intention?"

"Then I don't care? She is my biological sister! The biological sister I just found!" Wenqing struggled, kicking and hitting him.

"Let me go, let go!"

"Wenqing, calm down!"

"I can't calm down! I promised not to let anything happen to her." Wenqing rebuked angrily and hit the agent on the forehead.

The agent groaned in pain, fell to the ground, and shouted to Wenqing again: "Even if you catch up now, it's too late! Do you want her to sacrifice in vain?"

When they were talking, those figures had already disappeared without a trace. Even if Wenqing caught up with him, he would not be able to save Shen Que except to die. Wen Qing's eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes, her footsteps stopped in place, her hands clenched tightly, more and more crying sounds came from the cave behind her, Jin Ling covered her face and cried.

Even the man couldn't help crying.

None of them could have imagined that Shen Que, a blind man, would save them at a critical moment.

At this moment they seemed to be those students in the novel.

The agent got up from the ground, took Wenqing's arm, and said earnestly: "I know how you feel, but let's wait for rescue."

She closed her eyes tenderly, as if she had made some determination, threw away the agent's hand, and ran quickly in the direction where Shen Que disappeared.

"Warmth! Warmth!" the agent shouted twice, fearing that too loudly would provoke those people back.

I can only watch Wenqing chase after me.

Suddenly, several pure black helicopters appeared in the sky. When the agent heard the sound, he raised his head in panic.

The helicopter seemed to be looking for something. The agent thought it was those people and quickly retreated into the cave.

The helicopter's search was fruitless and they began to spread out to search.

now.

Shen Que didn't know how long she had been running. There were some beads of sweat on her forehead. The person behind her was getting closer and closer. She felt a gust of cold wind in front of her. She stopped and stood less than ten meters away from the cliff.

He opened his mouth and took a deep breath, his fair face stained with a blush.

She raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, squatted on the ground and groped around, holding a dead branch in her palm and standing up again.

The villain ran closer and saw her standing still holding a branch.

Smiling with an arrogant look.

"Shen Que, you can really run. If I ask you to run later, you won't be able to run!"

Shen Que broke the slender branch in his hand and turned it into two. He turned his fingers and gently held it in his palm. His breath had recovered.
  When she heard the other party calling her name, she wanted to take action directly, but she didn't move and said calmly: "Who asked you to come?"

When the leader saw Shen Que's actions, his scalp suddenly went numb for some reason: "Of course it's the King of Hell!"

The corners of Shen Que's mouth raised: "Ha!"

The laughter lingered.

Just hear the buzzer!
  The wooden stick penetrated straight into the neck of the man who was two heads taller than her. Blood gushed out and sprayed on half of her face.
  The villains were startled and hurriedly raised their guns to fight back.

Bang bang bang!
  Shen Que grabbed the dead body to block the bullet for himself, and instantly kicked him in the back.

While they were hiding, Shen Que grabbed the hand of the nearest person and pulled the trigger. Bullets were like a dense rain.

The bullets hit them.

The person she caught tried to struggle, but Shen Que stabbed her through the throat with her backhand and kicked her off the cliff.

The blood from the wooden stick flowed down her arms and onto her body, dyeing the bright red dress dark red.

With a twitch of the tip of the ear, force on the foot, he kicked up a pistol, loaded it, and pulled the trigger, all in an instant.

Bang bang bang!
  Bang bang bang!
  Several bullets penetrated the dirty bodies of these villains one after another, killing them instantly.

She is fast and fierce, and her main attack is steady and ruthless. She does not look like a blind person at all.

Shen Que stood there, with the cold wind blowing up his skirt. He turned his arm, and the black muzzle was immediately pointed at the man who wanted to escape.

boom!
  "Ah!" The man screamed, his left leg bleeding profusely, and he lay on the ground.

Shen Que walked closer to him step by step. His hair, which was not firmly tied due to acting, was scattered on his back because of the big movements.

The blood on his face had solidified, and the hands hanging on his sides were still dripping with blood. There was some green smoke coming out of the gun, like a female Rakshasa in red crawling out of hell.

The man on the ground was trembling with fear and wanted to stand up and run. As soon as he moved, a bullet penetrated his right leg.

There was another scream, and the man didn't even have the strength to crawl this time.

At the end, Shen Que stepped on the man's injured kneecap, squatted down, and put the muzzle of the gun accurately between the man's eyebrows.

The voice was lazily and slightly cold: "Tell me, who asked you to come? Okay?"