Yi Zhantong jumped from half a staircase, his speed was fast, his skills were vigorous, and he appeared beside the president in just a moment.

"Don't move!"

The special forces around him were on alert, and all the guns were aimed at her.

Yi Zhantong's eyes flashed over the gloom, and her voice was extremely cold, "Waste! ”

How did labor and management train a litter of waste in the first place!

When this group of special forces heard the word "waste", their bodies were shocked, and two years ago, their female instructor also scolded them like this!

However, there was no time to think about it, Yi Zhantong was alone, alone.

With so many guns pointed at her, her momentum has not diminished in the slightest.

"Bang ......"

One shot.

Yi Zhantong's ears were sensitive, his brows furrowed, and he jumped forward, directly past the group of special forces blocking him, and knocked Mr. President down.

Dozens of gunshots followed.

Yi Zhantong raised his eyes, his eyes were fixed, and his voice was clean and neat, "Don't go out, there are snipers outside!" ”

Placing the president in a relatively safe place, the girl's eyes were as cold as water, her bloodthirsty red eyes, her red eyes were shining, and she picked up a piece of broken glass, as if she had exerted some kind of power, and hit the killer's head directly with a posture of facing the wind and waves.

A body collapsed.

Yi Zhantong hooked her lips and chuckled, arrogance and domineering slowly leaked in her eyes, she was like a goddess in battle, step by step, stepping on the bloodthirsty killing intent.

There was another person in front of her, the barrel of the gun was not aimed at her, the girl rolled on the ground neatly, her petite body was full of arrogance, her expression was slightly condensed, her wrist moved lightly, and she hooked the person's neck directly, and with a twist, the person slammed to the ground.

Yi Zhantong sneered, picked up the gun on the ground, and went up to the top floor.

With a fair little face, her red pupils gradually disappeared, she stood on the top floor, the cold wind blew her hair hunting and flying, loading, aiming, shooting, the action was smooth, all in one go.

Her marksmanship has always been fast, steady and accurate.

The bullet that broke through the confinement had a bloodthirsty aura, and hit the head of the observer on the opposite side.

The sniper didn't expect the girl on the opposite side to have such accurate marksmanship, and when he pointed the gun at him, Yi Zhantong had already fired the second bullet.

The bullets were extremely accurate, the sparks that rubbed through them were spectacular, and the sniper rifle configuration was scattered and scattered all over the ground.

On the high roof of the hotel with more than 30 floors, the girl's long figure is like a god descending, the cold outline, the bloodthirsty red pupils that are slightly remaining, and the long hair that is scattered because of the fight and is raised by the wind, all with shocking amazement.

After settling the two of them, Yi Zhantong went downstairs, Mr. President had already driven away, and those classmates had already been hiding somewhere.

Yi Zhantong was about to step out and leave, when he was suddenly stopped by someone.

"Hello, I am Mr. President's secretary, my name is Zhang Fan, this is my business card, you can call me if you have anything."

The gunshots died down, and when Mu Han came out anxiously, he saw the president's assistant bending down and handing his business card to Yi Zhantong.

Very unexpectedly, Mu Han's voice wanting to call her stopped abruptly.

Yi Zhantong raised his eyebrows and politely accepted his business card: "It is the responsibility of every citizen to protect the safety of the president, and I have just done my duty." ”

"Haha, that's humble, thank you."

"No thanks, it's a gift for the meal, say hello to the president for me, my name is Hua...... Yi Zhantong! ”

Her bow, polite yet graceful.

"Okay, I'll go first, I hope we'll meet again!"

Yi Zhantong watched him leave and smiled.

Hopefully never.

One meal, one life, should be a return of grace.

There is no need to say goodbye.