After the killer fired a shot, looking at Ou Kang, who had not fallen, he couldn't help but glare, slightly surprised, when did his marksmanship be so bad, in surprise, the killer pulled the trigger again, but Ou Kang only waved his hand, and the bullet did not fly out from there, and Ou Kang did nothing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This magic is wonderful, isn't it?" Ou Kang looked at the startled killer and couldn't help grinning, shaking the black iron ring in his hand at him, with two yellow bullets stuck to it.

The killer's eyes were very sharp, looking at the things in O'Com's hand, he couldn't help but stare at him, twisted his head, and then when he put the pistol behind his waist, he raised the gun violently, and was about to shoot at O'Con, but before he pressed the trigger, he felt a weight on his hand, and saw that there was a black iron ring stuck to his pistol, and before he could take off the iron ring, the gun in his hand suddenly broke free from his palm, and seemed to be snatched out by an invisible palm, and flew to O'Kang.

Ou Kang caught the flying iron ring and the pistol brought from above, and then beckoned to the killer, this killer felt bad, turned around and wanted to open the door and escape, but he smelled a burst of fragrance between his nose, and the whole person instantly fell to the ground, and he couldn't even move a finger.

"Alright, Betty, come out and do me a favor, go to my room, open the bedside cabinet, there's a bottle with a red label in it, bring it to me, don't touch it, this guy has been put down by me." O'Com put the killer down, glanced at the gun in his hand, and said behind him.

"You've put it down...... How do you do it? Betty was on the phone, pressed it several times but didn't get through, listened to O'Con's words, poked her head out, looked at the guy lying on the floor, couldn't help glaring, and walked out.

"It's too dangerous in this world, I have to defend myself, don't I? Red label bottle in the bedside table, remember, red label. O'Connell shrugged his shoulders and walked over, grabbed one of the killer's right feet, dragged him straight over, and threw him into the bathroom, speaking to Betty.

"Uh, okay." Betty looked at Ou Kang, who grabbed one of the killer's feet and dragged him over like a dog, she couldn't help but glare, a little confused, came back to her senses, and hurriedly went to Ou Kang's room, opened the cabinet and took a look, and sure enough, she saw that there were a lot of medicine bottles inside.

"What are these?" Betty had seen these things for the first time, but before she had time to think about it, she pulled out a bottle of O'Con and quickly returned to the bathroom, where O'Con was crouching next to the killer, holding a knife in his mouth.

"What are you doing?" Betty looked at Ou Kang's calm appearance, and couldn't help but sweat slightly on her forehead, Ou Kang's reaction now was too calm, and he pulled out something in people's mouths with a knife.

"I'm going to see if he's going to put poison in his teeth so he doesn't kill himself at a critical moment." O'Con pulled the knife from the killer's mouth and slapped the killer's face with the spittle-stained knife after making sure there was no poison in it.

"Interrogation, poison, what is this? No, this should be left to the police? Betty listened to Ocon's words, her face couldn't help but change slightly, a little weird, it felt like she was watching TV, this man couldn't be some kind of retired agent or something!

"Come, tell me, who sent you?" O'Connell didn't answer, but looked at the limp killer and asked, reaching out and taking the vial from Betty's hand.

"Whew!" The killer suddenly noticed that his jaw could move, and he couldn't help but gasp heavily, but he didn't speak, and he looked very hard.

"One, two......" Ou Kang looked at the tough guy, counted two, and the knife in his hand stabbed into the opponent's thigh, so frightened that Betty behind him covered her mouth at once, so as not to scream.

"Uh-huh, I don't know, I don't know who it is." This killer is far from being as spine-heavy as he seems, and he snorted in pain, he didn't make any movements, because he couldn't do it at all, but he was stabbed in the thigh, and this pain was real, very gripping.

"That means you're not much use." Listening to the killer's words, O'Con raised his eyebrows and pulled out the knife, which hurt the killer's face, but his body couldn't move at all, and O'Con's knife moved to his ribs and abdomen.

"No, no, I can contact them and ask them to meet." The killer listened to Ou Kang's words, and couldn't help but quickly find a reason casually.

"So, you're still a killer, how much is my life worth?" Ou Kang listened to the other party's words and couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

"No, Owen, you can't do that." Betty listened to Ocon's words and movements, and couldn't help but quickly try to pull him up, but didn't pull him.

"Fifty thousand dollars." The killer's chest continued to rise and fall, and he spoke.

"It's too little, go back and tell your employer, he has to add at least four zeros to the end." Ou Kang looked at the appearance of this killer, and couldn't help twisting his neck, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and lifted him up, and the paralyzed killer immediately stood up straight after him.

"Get out!" Ou Kang threw the bloody knife into the sink, turned on the faucet, let the water wash away the blood, and at the same time took a handful and sprinkled it on his face, and with a sound, the killer who was straight and still bleeding from his leg immediately involuntarily walked to the door.

"No, Owen!" Betty looked at the killer who left involuntarily, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and looked at Ou Kang, who had washed his face and stood up.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this in front of you." With a trail of water on his face, O'Com said to Betty, he was a little messy in his heart now, very messy.

"No, I should be sorry, but we should have handed him over to the police." Betty looked at the water marks on O'Com's face, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and stepped forward to hug him.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, what can the police do, a crime of attempted homicide, his attitude is better, at most a few years in prison." O'Com hugged Betty with his backhand, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I want to go back to New York now, can you drive me?"

"No problem, but I'll have to go back and get the car first." Betty let go of O'Com and told him that her car was in her house and that O'Con hadn't bought it yet.

"Hmm!" O'Conon nodded, said a few words to Betty, coaxed her away, and asked her to go back to pick up the car, while he sorted out his things and waited for her to come back, anyway, he had the ability to protect himself, Betty went as she said, and after she left, O'Con immediately took his things and went out, how could he let go of the person who wanted to kill him.