A marriage contract: a genius, a black father

The man's voice turned cold, "An Xiaoyao, so you don't want to cooperate with us, do you?"

"Forgive the hardship!"

"Very good!" The man nodded, and turned his head to signal the agent beside him to move. The agent went to pick up Xia Qing. He was very strong. Xia Qing was seriously injured, but not serious. At the foot of Xiaoyao.

An Xiaoyao's heart was burning with anger, but his face remained calm.

Xia Qing gritted her teeth and didn't say a word. The fall was not light. She couldn't withstand such an impact in the first place, and it made her dizzy.

The man said, "If you don't cooperate, it's fine. I'll shoot Xia Qing, oh no, it's too easy to die. I'll give you a minute to think about it. If you think about it for a second, I'll shoot Xia Qing. I'll see how many shots you can take."

An Xiaoyao took a breath, and the man raised his wrist to count the time.

Xia Qing sneered, "If you have the ability, you shoot me to death."

"No, I won't kill you!" The man said while looking at his watch, "I originally thought that if I caught him, you would be useless, so I simply shot you to avoid future troubles. A useful pawn."

mean!

"You better pray that we all die here, otherwise, you will die a miserable death!"

The man squatted down, "If I were you, I would ask An Xiaoyao to reveal more information to me. Maybe you can survive. Otherwise, your broken body can withstand a few shots."

"Fuck!" Xia Qing spat on his face, the man pulled out his pistol, and shot Xia Qing's thigh. The slight sound of the gunshot was especially obvious in the silent underground prison. An Xiaoyao felt that the tip of his heart had been gouged out. a mouthful.

Xia Qing clutched the wound, blood leaked from her fingers, and there was a smell of blood in the air. She knew that this man would shoot, and she wished that this man would kill her with one shot.

Lest he force An Xiaoyao.

She knew that it was impossible for An Xiaoyao to compromise.

Because of him, to hurt his siblings.

She didn't want to embarrass him.

"One minute is up." The man said to An Xiaoyao with a cold voice, "Let me tell you, Xia Qing's body has been emptied by the virus. I have six bullets in the magazine. How many bullets do you think she can withstand?"

"I bet, the third shot, she will die, An Xiaoyao, if you don't give me some useful information, then wait for her corpse to accompany you."

The air almost freezes.

An Xiaoyao has never encountered any difficult choices in his life.

Multiple-choice questions are very simple for him. He never hesitates in doing things, is decisive and neat, and does whatever he wants. Now, he is caught in a dilemma.

As long as there are multiple choice questions arranged, he never hesitates.

The few of them worked hard for half their lives to build up a trump card. If he leaked any news, it would be his brother who died.

Perhaps an arsenal.

He may not know the people in this arsenal. More than 100 people in an arsenal will all die because of his information, just because he wants to save Xia Qing, and if he pays such a high price to save Xia Qing.

He can't afford to gamble.

He never thought about the choices he would encounter.

He thought that when he came, he would be able to replace Xia Qing and bear all the criminal laws, but unexpectedly, it accelerated her death.

He was too negligent, forgetting the darkness of human nature.