Zhang Han saw a woman holding his collar, wearing sunglasses, a capable cyan overalls, a Bailey-style soft hat, a stubbornly erect nose from under the sunglasses, red lips, and a sharp and small chin.

It's just that the chest is very flat.

Maybe it's because of the tight clothes inside, right?

"See, this is not your home! Bastard! ”

The woman squatted down a little, scolded Zhang Han angrily, and clenched her other hand into a fist, whew, and smashed over.

It's a break.

It is a room, separated by a brick or wooden curtain with a narrow passage in the middle.

Zhang Han estimated that on the other side of the barrier wall, on the side near the street, there must have been an assassin with a gun aimed at it.

This woman, looking at the clothes, is the sniper's assistant, the observer, to ensure the sniper's safety.

She wore snow-white silk gloves on her hands, completely different from the tassels in the curtains outside.

Zhang Han disguised the drunk to the end and let out an exclamation: "Wife, you are really stealing people, and you are still blocking your wild man with a cloth curtain?" Yes! ”

He said this to the sniper assassin, because in the process of speaking, he had already subdued the woman in front of him.

The splitter grabbed the fist she smashed over, and pulled the woman into his arms.

The woman was defenseless, despised the strength of a drunk, and wanted to knock him unconscious with one punch, but she didn't expect Zhang Han to suddenly counterattack, and her feet slipped and she fell into force directly.

Zhang Han's left hand slipped under her right arm, grabbed her neck from the left wing, her body rolled, and her legs twisted her legs and pressed them to the ground.

She shouted in surprise!

But she couldn't make a sound.

Because, Zhang Han had already gagged her mouth with his mouth.

Grabbing her fist with his right hand, he slammed her temple in the moment when she was in chaos and couldn't fight back, and she collapsed.

The tense body instantly relaxed, and she passed out.

Zhang Han let go of her neck, admired her cold appearance under her sunglasses, and pressed it on her chest: "Well, low-key, there is material." ”

With his hands on the ground, Zhang Han stood up, and took off the woman as easily as a monkey, without the slightest attachment.

Quickly slipped to the small door that divided the room, gently pushed the passage blocked by the door panel, and suddenly opened up in front of him, revealing a lot of light from the curtain facing the street, and saw a person clearly.

A woman.

Dressed in a sleeveless cheongsam, with his back to him, he was clinging to the window, holding a rifle equipped with a high-powered optical scope, which looked like a sniper rifle.

No wonder from the balcony position that Zhang Han originally occupied and looked diagonally up and behind, her outstretched arms and hands were so smooth and fresh, smooth and snow-white, sleeveless cheongsam.

It's a beautiful pose.

The female assassin pursed her hips and lay almost flat on a table with soft bedding and the like, and the light and shadow from the window outside shrouded her and reflected her, creating a beautiful shadow.

There are no beauties in the world that are the most beautiful, only more beautiful.

The woman in the back, engrossed in facing out of the window, lay motionless, waiting for the opportunity to shoot and assassinate.

The blue cheongsam should be relatively ordinary in the magic capital world of Shanghai, but with such an ordinary color and pure fabric, the body wrapped is so wonderful.

All kinds of arcs and round, slender, to reach the geometric sense, the best realm of ergonomics, the golden section point!

Zhang Han and her position are not pure front and back, slightly left, you can see that a semicircle on her left side is outlined under the tight-fitting cheongsam, and it is about to come out.

The graceful arc of her back and the curve of the water snake's waist made Zhang Han take a deep breath.

This kind of beauty is the classic oriental beauty, and I don't know how much more beautiful it is than the waistline of Western beauties.

Zhang Han felt that whether it was Tiana, Mrs. Bella, Mrs. Bled, or those celebrities, or even Captain Raisa of the Soviet Army, they were all strong!

The most feminine is the East!

The cheongsam is the most feminine accessory.

Zhang Han quietly closed the wooden door and tiptoed over.

The female assassin was silent, staring outside, her body like a marble statue, without a trace of waves, and even the sound of breathing became extremely faint.

Zhang Han shook his head.

Outside the window, you can hear the shouts of the soldiers of the national army, and the German armorer does not look very good, and when he encounters a little wind and grass, he panics.

Looking at it now, the female assassin is still looking for almost, unwilling to fail in the assassination, because the chaos just now was caused by an accident, a little rascal!

He was already on the side of the female assassin, and she was still unmoved.

So, Zhang Han looked through the gap in the middle of the bamboo tassel curtain in the window, and saw that the German mechanics on the street had dispersed and divided again, and the women's bodyguards who guarded Madame Jiang and the women of the condolence group also resumed their formation and continued to shake the flowers.

In other words, now, the opportunity for a female assassin has really come!

Zhang Han saw that the barrel of her gun was swinging slightly, staring at Madame Jiang!

Zhang Han knew that he couldn't hesitate any longer, and he had to do it immediately.

He then slapped his hand on the female assassin's back.

Ordinary people, once they are photographed, will definitely be shocked, turn to look at him, or scold.

However, the female assassin was unmoved, and her body was still frozen like a stone carving.

"What a cold beauty." Zhang Han said directly, gently caressing her back with his hand.

This is public and utter humiliation!

I touched it from my back, and I touched it all the way to the place where it was suddenly cocked at the back, and patted it fiercely.

"Yaga, get out of here!" The gunman finally cursed under his breath.

However, she still hasn't let up her tracking of her target!

Zhang Han's heart sank with a sigh.

Oops.

He originally thought that when she turned her face and smashed her with a punch, he didn't expect that she was so attentive and watching the movement of her fingers, she was about to pull the trigger!

Zhang Han immediately changed his ways, grabbed her hair with his hand, and shook it fiercely backwards and upwards!

The female assassin was immediately picked up.

Her hair is in a high bun, which is very beautiful, and a black gauze scarf is shrouded in the high bun, which can cover her face and create a hazy and mysterious artistic conception, which is so beautiful that it is bubbling.

Her long neck was like a white swan.

It's definitely an Oriental girl who has practiced dancing.

"You?" The female assassin finally became angry, turned her face, drew her sniper rifle back, and shot at Zhang Han.

In the process, she notices that it was a strange man who was causing trouble, not her fellow scout.

In the process of fighting, an anomaly was discovered, and she quickly changed her posture and turned a hit into aiming and shooting.

How could Zhang Han give her a chance?

The right hand was forceful, pulling hard, grabbing her high updo, forcing her to turn her face away, and at the same time, the left hand grabbed her sniper rifle, pushed it up, and the person pounced directly on her, pressing her.

Her legs, standing, upper body and abdomen, were pressed against the table, and as a result of Zhang Han's movements, her legs pushed her tightly against the table, and her upper body pressed against the table.