Chapter 0017 - Killer Sniper
"Shen Rulan, in front of Xiaodong and my father-in-law, you'd better explain everything to me, otherwise I don't mind if there will be one more place for you here tomorrow!"
Han Wushuang's cold voice echoed all around, Shen Rulan, who was blowing in the cold wind and blood flowing from the corners of her mouth, raised her head and stared at Han Wushuang, her eyes said resolutely: "Han Wushuang, you have a kind, let me die here today!"
Taking retreat as advance, this is the thought that popped up in Shen Rulan's heart a second ago.
Han Wushuang is too strong, and his means are not weak, Shen Rulan suddenly figured out that blindly being afraid will only make her life more fearful.
She has always been a woman who is close to the sea, thoughtful and changeable, and she guesses that Han Wushuang will not kill until he has the exact clues and evidence.
"As you wish!"
Han Wu's right hand suddenly poked down, and Shen Rulan's neck, which was pinched, lifted her whole person.
The King of the Western Realm, the murderous aura hidden in his body, exploded violently, and it was much stronger than during the day!
At this moment, Shen Rulan felt as if her body did not belong to her.
Dare to beg for death to the king of the western border, Han Wushuang will not be stingy.
There is an old saying: If you don't see a coffin, you won't shed tears.
As such a powerful woman, is she really willing to die?
Are you kidding.
The tough attitude is nothing more than trying to show off the attitude and make it difficult for people to start.
Shen Rulan's strategy that she thought could turn defeat into victory was actually a very ridiculous move in Han Wushuang's eyes, not much different from dreaming.
Therefore, Han Wushuang didn't mind using a little bit of a move to completely shatter her ridiculous dreams, let her know what reality was, and understand who the person standing in front of her was.
There was a very strong smell of blood, and the fishy Shen Rulan was dizzy.
It was the last taste she remembered before she could breathe!
The throat didn't seem to exist, and no matter how Shen Rulan struggled, she couldn't breathe a little fresh air.
The panic brought about by death instantly shattered all of Shen Rulan's illusions.
She realized the ridiculousness of her thoughts, and at the same time, she also understood her position in Han Wushuang's heart.
Not long after he became the head of the Shen family, he stood at the head of a group of wealthy businessmen in LH City for a few days, and he was about to die before he could enjoy his good days?
Thinking of this, Shen Rulan's heart was like a knife, she was very reluctant to die, and her hands slapped Han Wushuang's hand on her neck.
The eyes that widened outwards were even more staring at Han Wushuang, begging for mercy.
However, the hands are like iron tongs, and they do not loosen a bit.
The king of the Western Frontier does it, how can it be a child playing at home, playing if he wants, and ending it if he doesn't want it?
Han Wushuang was unmoved, patiently watching Shen Rulan struggle.
As the King of the Western Frontiers, he understands people more than a surgeon.
In particular, the degree of control over death is the accumulation of countless lives.
Shen Rulan is a clown who jumps off the beam, Han Wushuang really doesn't want to waste more time, since she has self-control, she has to make her feel death completely, so that she will be obedient.
The world is moving away little by little.
Suffocated, Shen Rulan's eyes rolled up, her thoughts were drowsy, and she only had regret in her heart, regretting that she was doing it against Han Wushuang.
Boom!
A few seconds before Shen Rulan completely lost her breath, Han Wu's hands loosened, Shen Rulan fell to the ground, her whole body spasmed and trembled, and her breathing came up after several seconds.
In two or three seconds, she will really die, this is the truest feeling in Shen Rulan's heart when she comes back to her senses.
"How did Xiaodong die?"
Han Wushuang stepped forward, stood in front of Shen Rulan and looked down at her, and the strong smell of blood penetrated Shen Rulan's nose again.
As soon as she inhaled, Shen Rulan felt a hot stinging pain from her nose to her brain.
She couldn't imagine how there could be such a strong smell of blood on people's bodies.
Looking at Han Wushuang's cold eyes, Shen Rulan fell silent.
The death she had just experienced completely shattered all of Shen Rulan's illusions.
The desire to live urged Shen Rulan to hesitate.
The ruthlessness of women also began to breed in Shen Rulan's heart.
She thought that she was not happy, and others should not want to be happy!
is all grasshoppers on a rope, Shen Rulan herself suffers and faces death, but others are happy and free.
Thinking about this, things will be easy to do, Shen Rulan raised her head and said, "Han Wushuang, it's okay to say, but I have a request, you can't kill me!"
Shen Rulan felt that Han Wushuang would definitely agree to this request.
"Yes, you say!"
Han Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly, the truth was about to appear, and his breathing did not become short, but calmer, all thanks to the habits accumulated on the battlefield again and again.
"Qin Xiaodong's death is problematic, he ......"
Shen Rulan was talking, when she suddenly saw Han Wushuang rushing towards her, and then she felt like she had been pricked with a needle on her head, and after the pain, her eyes closed uncontrollably.
Before losing consciousness, Shen Rulan was still thinking, why did she knock me down again when she was obviously not interested in me?
Blood slowly flowed out of Shen Rulan's hair.
The tombstone in the rear, a small hole was blown open by the powerful aftermath of the bullet.
Killer sniping.
One step away!
Almost!
Han Wushuang didn't move, his eyes swept backwards, and finally stared at the dark corner of the grove on the edge of the cemetery.
Han Wushuang's abundant experience made him very sure that the killer who shot Shen Rulan was in the grove.
Intuition told Han Wushuang that the other party was looking at this side now, wanting to continue to replenish the gun or finish him off by the way.