At this time, Mi Youning was holding a gun in his hand and had already sent the bullet into the man's body.

The man on the other side looked at the wound in front of Yuehun with stunned eyes.

The blood-red color that kept pouring out stung his eyes.

But what hurts him even more is his heart.

Looking at the cold face of the woman opposite, the corners of his mouth hooked up a self-deprecating smile.

"I thought...... Thought you wouldn't do it. ”

The woman saw that there was no shock in his eyes, her face was flustered, and her body even trembled.

Sure enough, the man's next words verified what she was thinking.

"65271 is your number, I already knew your identity, but after doing so much, it didn't make you hesitate, and now you still do it."

The man had known her identity for a long time, and had even been starting to pull out.

He was going to settle everything and leave with the woman.

But in the end, he lost the bet.

Just because he moved his heart.

The man's eyes shouted and smiled, looking at the woman affectionately, and finally slowly fell.

The blood-red eyes, as well as the man's fallen body, made the woman standing not far away finally move.

She walked quickly to the man's side.

Seeing that the man was out of breath, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, and tears slipped down.

"Ah......h

She opened her mouth and roared silently.

Now that she is in the man's base camp, she doesn't dare to speak out or let people find out.

The man turned out to know her identity all along.

Even just now, he deliberately sent his back to her, just to give her a choice.

Thinking of her identity as a police officer, the task she shouldered, and the sacrifice of her colleagues, she fired.

But my heart hurts so much.

The woman hugged the man's corpse, lonely, like a doll without a soul.

How could she not know what men were doing.

But she couldn't let the other party leave the country.

He was already the one who was ordered to stay by the domestic police.

Now, as long as he dies, the remaining remnants of the forces can also close the net.

She didn't have a choice.

She has on her shoulders the responsibility of the lives and blood of many colleagues for so many years.

The woman suddenly moved.

She tossed the gun aside.

Picked up the phone on his body, quickly pressed the garbled code with both hands, and sent the message.

After that, it was as if the burden was lifted.

Eventually, she dialed a familiar number.

A woman's voice rang on the phone.

That's another undercover agent, another woman who loves men deeply.

"He's dead—"

After the woman said this, something came from the other side of the phone, as if something had fallen to the ground.

Hearing the silence on the other side, the woman hung up the phone.

She stood up and scanned the room where she had been with the man for a while, her expression silent.

The door was not far away, and as soon as she walked out, she was relieved.

But she didn't leave.

She's waiting.

The woman finally waited for what she wanted.

The remaining forces of the man quickly received the news of the man's death.

They came to the villa and killed the woman.

The woman was shot several times and fell to the man's side.

She has no father or mother, and as a police officer, she has fulfilled her responsibilities.

What she is doing now is the obligation of being a lover.

After years of undercover career, she can't go back.

When the woman died, so did the man.

Finally, at the end, another woman came out.

She was the last person to survive, and even rose through the ranks.

On this day, the woman bought two bouquets of flowers and walked to the cemetery.

The last thing that appears in the footage are two gray and white photographs of the tombstone.