Husband, Please Stop Flirting

Feng ChuChu still remembers the first time he went to the mountain over there. It was the mountain of a dandy's house. The dandy wanted to come to a special racing track. In that area, it was the place where the family allowed the racing.

Fengchuchu was introduced. Fengchuchu's original driving skills were OK. At that time, he was going to be an adult. There, he started his first car gambling with a man with obscene eyes.

The car was provided by the dandy at the scene. He liked the beautiful beauty of Feng ChuChu. Feng ChuChu was also young at that time and was inspired to gamble with people. Finally, at a distance from the car body, the dandy wanted to be hard, because he was not convinced. It was the owner of the mountain, Liu Jia, who organized the car race, who stopped him. Liu Jia said contemptuously to the dandy who did not abide by the rules, or he would win the car, Or go away, want to play prestige in Liu's house, and you can support yourself when you're full.

Later, because grandma found out, Feng ChuChu had never been to that place.

Now the feeling is clear, and I recall the pleasure of driving in those days.

The man chasing the windy car behind him really wanted to leave more and more, but his code did not allow him to give up halfway. The man motioned his accomplice to shoot again, so he didn't believe that the wheel of the person in front could not be pierced!

Bang——

Feng ChuChu felt that the tire on the left front of his car had been blown out, but the car slipped and could continue to drive. After this, Feng ChuChu drove more carefully. As long as Si Yeqing reminded him to raise his gun behind, he began to turn irregularly.

By the time the two windy front tires were blown out, ten minutes had passed, which was enough for the whole family and the Su family.

The killer grits his teeth and there are at least dozens of people around. Doesn't it mean that guns are not allowed in China! In the moonlight, the killer saw that many people had guns in their hands. It was so shiny that he knew it was genuine.

"Are you going to arrest or report to the underground?" Su CuO raised his eyebrow and said it directly.

"Oh, I don't believe you can hold a gun freely! I can drag you to your police!" the killer knows the national conditions very well and tries to speak the national language with a big tongue.

"Yo, I quite understand, but ah, fool, do you know that there is a kind of person who can hold a gun and shoot militants in a crisis?" Su CuO pointed to Qi Cheng who just got out of the car.

Qi Cheng probably expected it, or maybe the police chief said it, so Qi Cheng came out in his military uniform.

When the man saw Qi Cheng's military uniform, the sweat on his forehead flowed down. He didn't expect that the target would know the military. Damn it, he was cheated by his employer! I hid some information!

Most of the professional killers knew the current affairs very well. The man raised his hands over his head, signaled that he would not shoot, and threw his gun to Qi Cheng.

Even so, Qi Cheng didn't relax his vigilance, especially when another person hadn't put down his gun. Sooner or later, the man had pointed the muzzle of the gun at the wind. At the critical moment, the people around Qi Cheng hit the man on the wrist. He saw the man fall before he stopped.

Si Yeqing and Feng looked at each other clearly. It was strange. They just hit their wrists

"Boss, I killed myself by taking poison."

The people around Qi Cheng checked and found that black blood had flowed out of the corners of the man's mouth, which was obviously poisoned.

Feng ChuChu turns around the man for a few times and finds a tattoo covered by clothes on the back of the man's neck. Feng ChuChu's heart moves and takes this photo.

The killer didn't expect that the person next to him would suddenly shoot, which made him frown. This person was from the employer's house. The employer said he was familiar with the identity of the target, so he sent him. I think he had made plans early in the morning. If he couldn't do it himself, another person would do it. The man seemed to be weak at his feet, but it was clearly shown that he broke out in the end, That man is a practicing family. The employer is really calculating!

There was a sneer on the corner of the killer's mouth. Feng clearly knew what he thought. Looking at the man's actions later, it was estimated that the employer regarded the man as a substitute for the dead. It's not easy to do anything these days.

"Do you want to tell me? The identity of the employer?" Feng ChuChu knew from the action that the killer was surrounded and looked around and found that he had no way back and resolutely surrendered. He knew that he was a person who knew current affairs and didn't beat around the bush. He asked directly, which surprised Qi Cheng and Su Cuo.

A professional killer will not disclose any information related to the employer. This is the killer's criterion. If you don't keep your word, who will cooperate with the profession?

Although the killer hates the employer in his heart, he is professional in the end. Seeing Feng ChuChu's direct question, he has some good feelings for this goal, but the criterion is the criterion, so he shook his head in Feng ChuChu's direction.

"Let's make a deal." the wind's clear voice was full of laughter.

After the killer's action, he found that the smile in the clear tone of the wind was a little puzzled. When they became the target of the killer, they could still laugh. Is this woman confident or hearty?

Feng ChuChu naturally felt the killer's action, "I can let you go before the police come, or even give you money, as long as you 'kill the person who wants to kill me' for me, do you understand?"

The killer immediately understood that this was the way Feng clearly thought of. It was just a loophole!

The killer didn't tell the employer's information. If he took the order, the next person to do it himself was the one who wanted to kill the employer; Feng ChuChu knows that he can do it directly. It's really a good calculation.

The question now is, do you want to take it?

There is an unwritten rule among professional killers, that is, no more than three times. A killer has not killed his target three times. There are two possibilities: one is that you are inferior to others, the other is that people are too big and there are too many protectors around. These two kinds of people can't provoke.

If your skills are inferior to those of others, you will be easily killed by others. If your background is too big, you will be more likely to be pursued by your peers. Now your goals are obviously occupied by both sides. The killer is thinking about the way out. Think about the man just now. The killer is biting his teeth.

"OK, what else can I do for you?"

Feng clearly knew that this person should be capable. "Your employer should urge you. Otherwise, with your ability, I would have died long ago, right?"

When the killer heard this sentence, her body became stiff. How does this woman know? Is this a play? A play made by the employer and the woman?

"Depending on your ability, there should be no weapons in hand. You should be playing sniper. If the employer didn't hurry up, people like you should have their own channels to get weapons. Although the domestic control of weapons is very strict, it can't block you who have access."