The army commander takes love, and the warm wife is poisonous

"So what? You can dictate her decision. If so, you wouldn't be where you are today, would you?"

As soon as the words fell, the subordinate behind him said coldly and gloomyly, "Are you courting death?"

An Mo glanced at him with a cold smile, "Then you do it."

She said this because she was sure that Shenmu would not open her mouth. Although she didn't know this woman very well, she also understood that she would not attack her for the so-called conflict of emotions.

"Hehe," the faint smile on Shenmu's face never disappeared, her complexion was extremely pale because of unhealthiness, and her pair of black eyes were like glass, so looking at it like this, she looked cool and glamorous, "So what do you mean? Yes, as long as I call César over, you will tell me everything you know, is that what you mean?"

There was a gleam in An Mo's eyes. She did have such thoughts, but she also knew that she would not agree easily.

She looked at the woman sitting leisurely in the chair, with one hand resting on her forehead, her posture was casual, lazy and casual.

"If you are willing to gamble, I will naturally pay my reward."

Shenmu lowered her eyes, playing with her fingers intentionally or unintentionally, but didn't answer right away, and didn't even intend to speak for a while.

"Second Miss." The bodyguard behind her spoke again, with a calm and confident tone, "Up to an hour, only if you order, we will definitely pry out the information you want to know."

There is no need to doubt the methods of the Yemen Interrogation Hall. There was no actual attack just now because she didn't give an order, so they were all minor injuries.

Shenmu raised her hand, motioning him to shut up, she has been the head of the interrogation hall for so many years, does she not know what they are capable of?

"An Mo," she said slowly, with occasional flashes of coldness in her downcast eyes, "In New York, if you and Yin Mei hadn't sang together, as you said, I wouldn't have fallen to this point , My daddy taught me since I was a child, people should distinguish between grievances and grievances, and the grievances between us should also be counted, right?"

"You can kill me, or cripple my leg."

A dagger appeared in Shenmu's hand, a very delicate and old saber with intricate and beautiful carvings on it, it was not so much a knife as it was actually a work of art.

She slowly pulled the dagger out of the scabbard, and then ordered at the same speed, "In this case, then go and invite Mr. Godfather over, and say," She held up the knife slowly, slowly Methodically gesticulating on the wrist.

The silver blade was shining coldly, once it was opened, it was a sharp knife rather than a work of art.

"Second Miss..." Although it was just gestures, the subordinates behind her couldn't help shouting, "This dagger is very dangerous, hold it far away..."

"Let's just say that Miss An Mo used excessive punishment and suffered some injuries."

"Second miss..."

"You also want to waste my time?" She bent her lips and smiled softly, but there was no smile in what she said.

There were two subordinates standing behind her. They exchanged glances with each other. One of them took the order and walked out immediately.

With a sharp knife point and a white jade-like wrist, she squinted her eyes, and there was an inexplicable smile on her face, which was as clear as a hallucination.

In the next second, a red stream flowed down her pulse.

The man who was still guarding behind her suddenly turned pale with shock, exclaimed, "Second Miss," and then raised his hand to grab her knife.

Before touching the hands, I heard two cold words in my ear, "Get out of the way."

"Second Miss," he didn't dare to rush up like this, but he didn't back down either. He was a subordinate after all, and he didn't dare to disobey orders, but he was also worried that she would hurt him further, so he was ready to grab the knife at any time.

She lowered her head, her gaze fell on her hands, and she watched her bleeding with calm eyes, and the warm liquid spread on her wrists.

She didn't feel any pain, she just thought it was a strange feeling.

Another side effect of painkillers?This can be regarded as real self-harm, but it gave her an inexplicable pleasure.

She knew very calmly that her emotions and thoughts were not completely under her control.

With messy footsteps, she didn't look up, but focused on watching the red blood dripping on the ground little by little. She cut very shallow, a little deeper than the skin, but didn't really hurt the blood vessels.

"Second Miss," there was another exclamation, but it came from the door, followed by even more messy and hasty footsteps.

"Boom~" Before she came, she remembered to look up, the table in front of her could be overturned directly, and judging from the degree of shattering, she could see how angry the person coming was, and directly vented all the anger there on the table.

Otherwise, the person who was accidentally crushed might be her.

"What are you doing?" The furious voice was suppressed to the utmost, and the fear that was overflowing was hidden, "What do you want to do?"

The mafia godfather asked the same question repeatedly, which shows that his logic at this time has become confused.

Her bleeding wrist was clasped, which made him have to look up, the man leaned over, his tall figure shrouded her body in a shadow.

She frowned, glanced at her hands, and said in a displeased tone, "What are you doing so hard, don't you see that I'm bleeding?"

What is he doing so hard?César looked at the calm and impatient woman in front of him, and felt for a moment that he was going to be driven crazy by her.

It wasn't even from the Mafia here, it was all from Yemen she had picked out, and he couldn't believe that the gash on her wrist was done by someone other than herself.

If so, he should have seen a dead body by now.

"Go and call the doctor." He looked up at the bodyguard standing behind her coldly, trying not to yell out, are they dead?Don't know to call a doctor without giving an order?Or blind to see her bleeding? !

She exerted a little strength and wanted to withdraw her hand, "Don't worry, the wound is not deep, and it will heal after a while."

She is professional and knows how to control the strength and the depth of the wound.

There is no doubt about this.

"Gong Shenmu," he called her name, and he clasped her hand even more forcefully. Such a powerless and angry emotion made his chest feel like it was about to explode.

"Why are you cutting off your own hands?!" You just said it so nonchalantly for a while and you'll be fine!

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