"You descendants of murderers, due to the convenience of going to and from the black market, have introduced a large amount of drugs from Thailand, Myanmar and other places, and lured tourists to come with drugs...... He"

Zhuo Yanbei's eyes were cold, and his voice was deep and cold, but the words were beating on Su Hao's heart.

"A treacherous black-hearted trafficker like you who sells human life will leave us with a whole corpse?" Zhuo Yanbei chuckled softly as he spoke.

At that moment, Su Hao suddenly discovered that since she met Zhuo Yanbei in Shen City, she had never seen him clearly.

In the past, he had a high IQ, he was shrewd, he was strong, he was neat behind him, he was the respected elite of the FBI, he was young and a little more shallow and sunny than now.

And now... Da...

The scenes that appeared in her and after meeting him in Shen City, her mind was full of his face, as if it was within reach.

He is silent and cold, he is eternal and calm, although Zhuo Yanbei used to be low-key, he can make her understand, and now he ......

The city was so deep that she couldn't touch his mind at all.

When did he discover this qiē, such a quiet look, such a silence made her completely in doubt.

The man with the beard was stunned for a while, and then suddenly took the gun in the hand of the man next to him, but as soon as he reached out to take the gun, Zhuo Yanbei's fingers moved slightly on the gun, and it was already a gesture to shoot.

The bearded man had only gone to get the gun now, and he was indeed in no hurry, he narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?" ”

Zhuo Yan's northern body was overdrawn, and he looked as if he was standing by the wall, holding a gun very steadily, only Su Hao, who was "held" in his arms, knew that half of his weight was leaning against the wall, and the weight of the other side was leaning on her.

The beard was delaying time, wanting to wait for them to be completely overdrawn before making a move, but this was exactly what Su Hao wanted, but she glanced at Zhuo Yanbei's face that was getting paler and paler in the dark, and her hand was already cold when she touched him, and she didn't know how long he could last.

She suddenly turned her head to look at the beard: "Stalling for time? Vile! ”

The beard immediately smiled proudly: "Otherwise? Do you think even if he shoots, you'll get out of us alive? What a naivety! ”

As he spoke, he was playing with the gun in his hand, and he had no intention of raising it to provoke Zhuo Yanbei, but he seemed to be constantly looking for an opportunity, his expression looked fierce and determined, but his eyes were a little floating, and he seemed to have decided to torture them by delaying time.

Su Hao secretly hooked his lips, and supported their respective bodies with Zhuo Yanbei without revealing any traces.

Outside the window, there was still a strong wind, and there was a heavy sound of the door being blown open by the wind and falling on the wall, suddenly, Su Hao's back sank, and he looked back behind him suddenly, only to see that Lin Laohan, who had been standing outside the door, had already lifted the chair that was thrown by Su Hao outside the door before, and was about to smash it down on them.

"Be careful!" Su Hao let out a low scream, and Zhuo Yanbei was also aware of the quiet movement behind him, and at the moment when Su Hao spoke, he had already taken her to turn around by the wall to avoid the wooden chair that had been smashed down, but because his body was completely overdrawn, he leaned directly against the wall.

At this moment, with a sneer on his face, he raised his gun directly at them.

Zhuo Yanbei suddenly raised his eyes and looked coldly at the gun in his bearded hand.

Su Hao was still wrapped around him by his arm, and her hand was raised to touch the wound on her shoulder when the two of them turned around, and suddenly she felt a bloodstain.

The wound he had only treated during the day had burst open again, and so much blood came out......

She looked at his pale face dumbly in the dark night, and asked in a low voice, "Is the wound cracked?" ”

She leaned into his ear and whispered, then looked into his face.

Zhuo Yanbei was expressionless and nodded.

His cold eyes were still staring at the muzzle of the beard, and at the moment when the beard was shooting, he was about to pull Su Hao away, but Su Hao suddenly hugged his neck hard to block in front of him, he froze, and his voice was like crying blood in her ears: "Su ......"

At that moment, another gunshot suddenly rang out in the air, and Zhuo Yanbei suddenly took Su Hao to turn away by the wall at that thrilling moment, until he leaned back to the door.

Su Hao only felt that a bullet in his ear was slashing across his cheek at an extremely fast and hot speed, and there was a trace of great pain on his face like a knife, and then a familiar voice came from the door: "Don't move!" Police—"

At the moment when that voice sounded, her heart fell to the ground suddenly, raised her eyes and looked at Zhuo Yanbei in the dark, and the two leaned against the wall by the door, embracing each other in the dark, looking at each other.