The gun immediately fell to the ground, and Barton gritted his teeth and did not snort.

He glanced sideways at his left arm and saw blood gushing from the muzzle of the arm.

And the next second the gun fell out of the car, he only felt a black shadow flash in front of him, and when he fixed his eyes again, the young man holding the gun was already standing in front of him, and the barrel of the gun was aimed at the direction of his temple.

She is so good and fast, fast as a ghost in the dark night, and she can take someone's life at any time!

"Get out of the car."

The boy didn't take his injuries lightly, tilted his chin sideways, and motioned for him to get out of the car.

Barton looked up at him, hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly opened the door.

However, before he could get up from his seat, suddenly a series of gunshots rang out in his ears.

Da-da-da-da!

Machine gun bullets hit the boy's feet mercilessly, sending dust flying on the ground.

It's a sniper!

The young man's expression froze, and he immediately turned around and leaned against the body, hiding himself in the blind corner of the sniper's perspective.

Barton let out a long sigh of relief, feeling like he was finally able to breathe normally.

When the boy pointed a gun, he felt like he was being choked by the throat, and there was no way to catch his breath.

After so many years of being a mercenary, I have never felt so close to death.

His injured hand was still on the side of the window, blood slowly dripping down his fingertips, and under the street lamp, the gun held by the young man pointed at him through the car door, and the dark golden body of the gun reflected the light of death in the dim light.

Barton felt like a fish stranded on the beach and could die at any moment, cold sweat slowly running down his forehead.

The boy raised his head slightly, his black and white eyes silently searching for the enemy's location in the dark night.

Right now, the car should be completely exposed to the sniper's field of vision, and if she makes a rash move at this time, it will become a gun target.

Now it seemed that the car had become her only shield, and if Barton had driven away at this time, she might have been shot into a hornet's nest.

And Barton obviously thought of this, and endured the sharp pain in his left hand, even though he was pointed at her gun, he resolutely stepped on the accelerator.

The car, which had been stalled, started again, and even if one of the tires had been burst, it still slowly rushed forward.

Seeing that the car was too slow, Barton gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator to the end!

And at the moment when the car started, the boy had already seen through his purpose. She put her hands on the window, and a short figure slipped straight into the car like a dexterous cat.

The model of this nanny car is nearly one larger than the average car, and the windows are also larger than those of private cars.

The boy was slender, and he slid like a loach into the car.

Barton watched her flash past him, and in the blink of an eye he stopped beside him.

As soon as his heart was crossed, he let go of the steering wheel, raised his fist and swung it at her!

But when his fist hit the air, it suddenly stopped.

It was the young man's hand that was held directly at his wrist, and she didn't seem to use much strength, but Barton seemed to be caught in the iron tongs, and he couldn't even move.

"Want to run? How can it be that easy? ”

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous light flashed under his eyes.

Patton had an unyielding awe-inspiring expression on his face, "Kill if you want to!" ”

"Don't put on a heroic face, you're not a good person." The boy snorted coldly and glanced at the window behind the passenger seat. "Wolf president, super pet!" The latest chapters of "Paw Book House" are free to read for the first time.