"Creak!"

The screeching of brakes echoed off the winding, rugged highway, echoing through the valley.

The Ferrari in front was as sharp as a woman's roar. It was as if it saw the King of Hell desperately trying to steer the wheel, while the red Land Rover chased closely behind it.

The woman in the Range Rover was right behind her. She had a cold smile on her face. She held the steering wheel with one hand and quickly assembled her firearms with the other.

Within a few seconds, a half-human AK-47 was assembled from her hands. She reloaded her gun, opened the window, and leaned out.

The woman's long hair was wildly dancing in the wind, she raised her gun and aimed at the prey that was desperately running away, a pair of eagle-eyes aimed at the wheels, and with a 'pah' sound, bullets shot out. With a 'bam' sound, the tires of the car exploded, and the car in front began to shake, as if it was dancing.

Boom! With a loud crash, Ferrari's car hit the stone wall of the highway. Crushed rocks fell from the wall due to the impact, cracking the hood of the car and causing thick black smoke to come out of the severely damaged engine.

"Humph!" She stopped the car, snorted, and picked up the gun with one hand. She opened the car door and walked towards the man, her heels tapping rhythmically on the road.

"Don't... Don't come near me! " The man inside the car turned his head and put his hand on her gun. He kept shaking his head and said, "Lone Wolf, don't..." Don't kill me... I... I'll give you ten million, no, fifty million! "

The woman let out a cold laugh as her red lips curved in a beautiful curve. She sighed and said, "I'm sorry, Chairman Zhou. If you die, all the money will be mine." It's more than just fifty million! "

Peng. She raised her gun and shot. There was no trace of pity or hesitation in her eyes. She instantly ended the man's life. At this moment, a Porsche Carnival stopped at the side of the road. A man of about thirty years old, wearing a black windbreaker, stepped down from the car. He was He Qingming, the employer of the mission.

He Qingming was holding a cigar in his hand; it was emitting a faint green smoke. Under his dark eyebrows, he glanced at the dead body on the ground with a pair of eagle eyes, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He complimented: "My Xue'er is truly amazing."

Xiang Xue'er was her real name. She was 25 years old and had been a mercenary before. After she had retired from the army, she had become a killer. Not long after, her name had spread far and wide. She was nicknamed Lone Wolf.

Everyone in the world of assassins said that the prey Lone Wolf fancied would never escape. All of the assets of the person killed would be taken away by her. She did all of those vicious things alone, so Lone Wolf was named as such.

"Darling!" She walked towards He Qingming, and the two of them embraced. She lifted her head slightly, and her red lips curled up into a smile. The two of them immediately went crazy. Xiang Xue'er turned around and put her jade-like hands around He Qingming's waist.

Suddenly, a hint of gloom appeared on the man's face …