Surprised, it froze on the face of the kraft candy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When did that Zhengtai have a gun in his hand? She didn't even notice! I was at a loss for a short time, and then, I reacted quickly, leaned over and threw myself directly at her little friend who was lying in the dead leaves, Xiao Hei.

This is the name she gave to her own matching gun.,Just like she chased those new ones.,Doesn't each protagonist have their own exclusive weapon?

But it's too late.

Her whole body arced in mid-air with inertia, and the wind brushed her hair back. She could only watch as Yang Jin slowly turned his arm and slowly turned his gun toward Na Zhengtai.

The sound of the wind in my ears cleared up immediately, and everything slowly slowed down.

I saw that Zhengtai immediately gave up his weapon, lowered his body, and wanted to dodge on the spot. Yang Jin also resolutely let go of his five fingers and let the revolver slowly fall downward.

Then, he directly put his back arm around the other person's neck.

At the same time, while the muzzle of the gun was turned, the index finger on the trigger sank slightly, and gradually exerted force, and began to trigger the bullet in the chamber.

Although the other party seems to be just a child who can't be taller than a junior high school student, there are many things that are age-neutral.

Especially for people like Yang Jin:

'If you're going to let me die.'

Then let's go to hell together! ’

And that Zhengtai tried very hard to speed up his movements, but he couldn't feel a little slower than Yang Jin.

This trace seems to have passed a long, long time in the senses of kraft candy. It's too late, and the intently eyed kraft candy can see it clearly-

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was another gunshot, and before Yang Jin pulled the trigger, it turned out to be another gunshot!

Even if the birds in the forest have already finished flying, this shot is particularly impressive. At least, it can be seen from the sudden and hideous expression on Yang Jin's face.

He hadn't reacted at first, and he still had the command to pull the trigger to his fingers in his head, but he couldn't pull it, or he couldn't pull it at all. Until another sharp pain welled up in his body......

The whole world is dark.

Zheng Mao took advantage of this gap and immediately rolled over on the spot. He also withdrew a hand that was strangely stretched out in the crotch of his pants in this situation.

Very unwanted location.

It's not that I'm going to sacrifice what any man has......

Who's shooting this, though?

Kraft Candy secretly wondered: Tang Chu River?

According to the voice, the gunshot should have come from not far behind her. This shot made Yang Jin's wrist directly hit a bloody hole, but I was afraid that a few tendons would be broken, and it would not be the slightest difference. The warhead could be vaguely seen embedded in the wrist bone.

It may be that the distance of about fifty or sixty meters has weakened the power of the pistol by half, although the damage is limited, but this meteor-like shot saved the scene, so that Yang Jin suddenly lost the weapon in his hand and fell to the ground.

Yang Jin, who pressed down a bush, did not know whether he was alive or dead.

Should be...... Deceased?

Zheng Mao half-squatted and hid to the side, stretched out his finger against the frame of his glasses, he was sure that Yang Jin was no longer any threat to him.

Everyone has a good side, and many people have a darker side, and they can never imagine how dark they can be. Even the kindest people, once they lose their minds, the devil who is dormant in their hearts will suddenly awaken. Kindness, in the eyes of those who live in darkness, is just a ridiculous cowardice. The same is true of Zheng Mao, who has experienced a lot of things, so his hand that shoots and kills people will not tremble, and he can hide himself well after the incident.

But he is not a wicked person, if he has to choose, then he is a person who stands between good and dark.

The sun is getting bigger and the temperature is getting hotter.

Pretending to look at that casually, the man wiping his sweat walked over step by step.

Dappled sunlight slid across his cheeks.

Ignoring the courteous kraft candy that came up, the man pushed Yang Jin's face with his toes, then hooked his shoulders and turned him over.

Pulled out a wrinkled wanted photo from his trouser pocket. A contrast. Look at the rough man in the photo full of simplicity, and then look at the man in the suit who looks like a dog, even if he opens his crotch, it can still be regarded as the transformation of a cocoon into a butterfly.

Shaking his head, he bowed down, inserted the photo in the pocket of his suit, and sighed: "How glamorous it is now, but I don't know how many lice crawl in the clothes." ”

After observing, in Zheng Mao's eyes, the man who seemed to be a little familiar took a long breath, stood up, and took off the walkie-talkie hanging on his waist.

was raising his hand, about to open his mouth into the walkie-talkie, and aimed at Zheng Mao, but put it down suddenly.

Turning his face, he said to Zheng Mao expressionless and emotionlessly: "Hey, is your name Zheng Mao?"

The tone seemed to be very unfriendly, Zheng Mao looked at the gun twisted in his other hand, and nodded very decisively and timidly.

Even though he had doubts in his heart as to why the other party knew his name, he was so wise that he didn't say much. It's not that I'm afraid of falling into the mouth. After all, the tears on his face had not dried, and this style was completely like he had been frightened and lost his soul.

Isn't it okay to keep it in disguise? He is not a stripped-down junior high school student after all.

The expression was similar to what Tang Chuhe had seen before, the poor kid named Feng Ke.

Scratching his head, he squinted his eyes and saw through the branches and leaves above his head, dissatisfied, very dissatisfied, and scolded: I can't care if it can be compared to a finger when I was young.

"It's really bad," a sentence that was neither light nor heavy, suddenly made Zheng Mao inexplicable.

Probably not talking about him, right?

He was just a child......

It stands to reason that kraft candy is not like it, after all, they are already so heroic.

Who the hell are you talking about?

Of course, this is just a small idea of Zheng Mao.

There is no way to delve into it.

Kraft Candy saw his pitiful appearance half-squatting on the ground, even if he was still full of doubts about Zheng Mao a moment ago, but at this moment, everything has become a finger twister.

Extremely painfully embraced, touched his head, and had a comforting expression: "Don't be afraid, it's okay." Don't be afraid, sister, I'm a policeman, the police, I'll protect your ......"

Zheng Mao's forced turbulent face was full of speechlessness.

In this situation, Tang Chuhe was even more speechless.

After figuring out what happened, he naturally knew that this was the boy who spoke amazingly, and why did he use the black key to open the door......

Turning around, a leather shoe was printed on the face of Yang Jin, who was still undulating on his chest, grabbed the walkie-talkie, changed his tone gently, and said, "Good daughter, your classmate is fine." I've got to cook something delicious when I go back, treat me well......"