Yan Qingan didn't notice Lin Chengwei's expression when he looked at him, he just wanted to get words out of Hu Yinglin's mouth.

He stared at Hu Yinglin's eyes, and his voice was low and magnetic, making people can't help but indulge in it, "Two things." First, did you take a photo or a video on the spot, or both? ”

Hu Yinglin knelt on the ground and trembled, he didn't even have the courage to look up at Yan Qing'an again, I don't know if he would say something wrong, the consequences would be very serious, he opened his mouth in a slurch-

"I, I, I, I am, I am under the command of An Wenxiao...... She, she asked me to go to the scene, saying that she asked me to take some photos, I, I didn't know it was a kidnapping case......" Hu Yinglin looked at Yan Qing'an, and saw that he was staring at him coldly, and he originally wanted to lie so that he felt weak for a while, and blurted out: "Except, except, in addition to taking pictures, An Wenxiao also asked me to take a video." Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan, I was really forced, you also saw the situation at that time, An Wenxiao She found a lot of thugs, if I didn't listen to her, I would also be beaten......"

Hu Yinglin was not wrong, at that time, An Wenxiao was indeed controlling them, but this did not mean that he could take pictures as he should.

Seeing that Yan Qing'an was still cold and didn't say anything, Hu Yinglin wanted to get close to Yan Qing'an's pants and lie on the ground to beg him.

Yan Qing'an turned sideways slightly, dodged Hu Yinglin's hand, ignored Hu Yinglin's pleading, and walked towards the display cabinet.

This room was reserved for him by the director of the shooting gallery, and there was even a special shelf in the room for several of his favorite shooting machine guns and shotguns.

Yan Qing'an walked over slowly, picked up a shotgun, raised his hand, loaded the gun, and walked to Hu Yinglin's side.

Hu Yinglin was stupid when he watched his series of movements, his face was pale, he was originally kneeling straight and straight, but now he was directly paralyzed on the ground, trembling like a sieve.

Lin Chengwei raised his eyes and looked over, although he was a little surprised that Yan Qing'an was so ruthless, but he knew in his heart that Hu Yinglin should be nothing serious, no matter how angry Yan Qing'an was, it was impossible to shoot Hu Yinglin to death in this place.

Yan Qing'an is still useful for him to keep, and Yan Qing'an wants this person to go to prison and let him be tortured for a long time.

But Hu Yinglin didn't know that he was brought over blindfolded all the way, and he didn't even know what kind of place this was.

He heard the continuous gunshots from the moment he got out of the car, and when he saw Yan Qing'an also holding a shotgun in his hand, his heart suddenly cooled.

Yan Qing'an just saw that he wanted to lie to deceive him when he first spoke, so in order to give him a dose of fierce medicine, he took a shotgun and got up.

Yan Qing'an's blazer had been taken off when he entered the door, at this time he was wearing a pair of suit trousers, a white shirt, holding a shotgun in his hand, raising the shotgun to one end, and the muscles on his arm were faintly revealed through the shirt.

The two long legs stood still half a meter in front of Hu Yinglin, and the tense muscle lines of the arms showed great strength and beauty

, but in Hu Yinglin's eyes, he looks like a life-threatening Yama.

Yan Qing'an held a gun in one hand and picked Hu Yinglin's chin.

In an instant, Hu Yinglin's breathing stopped.

He was afraid that if his breathing fluctuated too much, Yan Qingan's gun would go off.

Yan Qing'an didn't have any special expression on his face, he just frowned and raised his eyebrows, and the coldness between his eyebrows and eyes shot towards Hu Yinglin like an ice blade.

Suddenly, Hu Yinglin didn't dare to move.

Yan Qing'an only spoke slowly at this time, his tone was like an ordinary chat, if it weren't for the cold expression on his face like a deadly Hades, Lin Chengwei would really think they were chatting.

"Second thing. Photos and videos out of your hands right now? ”

Yan Qing'an's gun was held to Hu Yinglin's chin, waiting for his answer.

For a moment, Hu Yinglin sweated like rain, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Huh?" Yan Qing'an slowly made a nasal voice, leisurely as if he was amusing his lover.

Hu Yinglin was like a great enemy, and the cold sweat on his forehead dripped down to the muzzle of the gun.

Yan Qing'an vaguely guessed why he was entangled, and while waiting for him to answer, his eyebrows gradually twisted together.

Looking at Hu Yinglin's face, it became more and more cold.

It's been three seconds, and Hu Yinglin hasn't opened his mouth yet, so he can only explain two situations.

The videos and photos were in Hu Yinglin's hands, but he didn't want to hand them over.

Or, those video photos are no longer in Hu Yinglin's hands, and the video photos have been taken by An Wenxiao's people before they came.

But the first possibility is very low, looking at Hu Yinglin's reaction has been frightened, he will definitely offer it with both hands if there is a video photo at the moment.

So it can only be the second one?

Yan Qingan's expression suddenly became cold, and the gun in his hand was raised violently, aiming at Hu Yinglin.

At this time, Hu Yinglin really panicked, and he could also see that Yan Qing'an had already made up his mind to kill.

Lin Chengwei also sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly got up and walked to Yan Qingan's side.

Holding the barrel of the shotgun with one hand, his expression was grim, "Qing'an!" What are you doing? ”

Yan Qing'an squinted his eyes slightly, and the eyes that looked at Hu Yinglin were no longer cold and indifferent, but a soaring murderous aura.

Hu Yinglin immediately knelt up and lay on the ground begging for mercy: "Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan, listen to me, I don't have a photo in my hand, but I have a video!" I, I, I wanted to destroy those things, but the people from the An family came too quickly, and they came up and snatched the photos. Although the memory card of the video was also destroyed, I backed it up, and they didn't know that I had backed it up online. Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan, I beg you, you will spare me this time! I was really pulled over by An Wenxiao! ”

Yan Qing'an's eyes were about to erupt with fire, and his tone was not as leisurely as just now, and his tone was full of anger: "Didn't you take a penny from this incident?" ”

Hu Yinglin thought that when he agreed to come down because he heard An Wenxiao say that he could get five million for just a few photos, An Wenxiao said at that time that he would find someone to infringe

Gu Qiqi, it's just that he didn't care, and he didn't expect it to be today.

Thinking of this, Hu Yinglin immediately cried, with a lot of tears and snot, kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy, and casually biting: "I was wrong, Mr. Yan, I was really wrong, I promise never to do such a thing in the future." This time I really had no choice, An Wenxiao threatened me with what happened last time, I had no choice but to agree, and I only knew what I was going to shoot on that day, I was afraid at that time, but An Wenxiao had too many thugs, so I could only obey her...... Mr. Yan...... I was really wrong......"

Hu Yinglin has been tied up with five flowers, his hands are tied behind his back, and he is lying on the ground like a twisted insect at this time, crying bitterly and begging Yan Qing'an to spare his life.

At first, Lin Chengwei still felt that Yan Qing'an had points and knew what he could and couldn't do.

Now looking at Yan Qing'an's angry red eyes, he realized that he had just looked away.

Yan Qing'an's calm and relaxed appearance just now was all pretended by him, and since this incident happened, Yan Qing'an has been on the verge of rage.

It's just that he hides it so well that no one else sees it.

Lin Chengwei looked at Yan Qing'an, who was about to be uncontrollable now, and was a little worried about whether there would really be a murder in this private shooting gallery.

"Yan Qing'an! You also heard Hu Yinglin's words, stop now! If you really beat him to death, you still have to eat a lawsuit! It's not worth it! Haven't you done the perched thing? Now working on such a small minion? ”

Lin Chengwei grabbed the barrel of the shotgun with one hand and Yan Qingan's collar with the other, roaring angrily to make him sober up.

Yan Qing'an listened to Lin Chengwei's angry words, and then came back to his senses, seeing that his shotgun had been loaded, and his hand had been pulled on the trigger, if he had just regained his anger, maybe he would have shot the bullet.

Yan Qingan patted Lin Chengwei on the shoulder, signaling that he had calmed down.

Lin Chengwei let go of the barrel of the shotgun at this time, and even his hands trembled slightly.

Yan Qing'an's hand slowly let go of the trigger, and he backhanded the loaded bullet back.

Yan Qing'an's series of flowing movements are extremely natural and beautiful.

But looking at Hu Yinglin's eyes, he only knew that his temporary life was saved.

When Lin Chengwei saw this, he couldn't help but exhale secretly.

Yan Qing'an put the shotgun on the coffee table on the side, squatted down and pulled Hu Yinglin's hair with one hand, making him look up at him.

Hu Yinglin's face was full of snot and tears, because he was beaten by the thugs sent by the An family in the past, his face was colorful at this moment.

The contempt and disgust in Yan Qingan's eyes were obvious, Hu Yinglin was pulled by him, and he felt that his scalp was going to be torn off by Yan Qingan.

Even if the pain was like this, Hu Yinglin could only gasp, for fear that his painful voice would annoy Yan Qing'an.

Yan Qing'an looked at him at this moment, and only the yin owl was cold in his eyes: "The photo is over."

The people of the Anjia took it? ”

"Uh-huh...... Yes, Mr. Yan, the photo was snatched away by them. Hu Yinglin looked up at Yan Qing'an, but his eyes didn't dare to look at him directly.

Yan Qingan pulled Hu Yinglin's hair hard again and asked him, "There is no backup of the photo?" ”

Hu Yinglin wanted to shake his head, but found that he couldn't move, so he could only answer Yan Qingan's question painfully: "No, just when I wanted to back up, they broke in, pressed me on the table, beat me, and fainted." ”

"Where is the video now?" Yan Qing'an is still most concerned about this issue, even if Hu Yinglin no longer has a photo in his hand, but if there is a video, it is still very beneficial to them.

Hu Yinglin was forced to tilt his head, his scalp was pulled so painfully that his voice was a little out of tune, "Yes, in my net disk, Mr. Yan." I'm afraid that it's not safe to exist on the computer, so it's stored in the network disk. ”

Yan Qing'an got the answer he wanted, and then as soon as he let go of Hu Yinglin's hair, Hu Yinglin's head suddenly lost its support, and he slammed on the floor all of a sudden, and his nose suddenly became sore, painful and hot, leaving two nosebleeds down.

Even if he was knocked out of the nosebleed, Hu Yinglin didn't dare to scream, and quickly knelt up, regardless of whether the nosebleed was crazy or not.

Yan Qing'an got up and went to the desk in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, on which was a laptop.

Yan Qing'an turned on the computer, opened the network disk page that Hu Yinglin said, and raised his eyes to look at him, "Account, password." ”

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