Tonight, I used a small pistol that I applied for from the system plug-in, and I used 100,000 points at a time, not including bullets.

A magazine costs 5,000 points, and if it encounters a scuffle, it is a huge amount of money.

In the fast-wearing department, points are linked to wages, and tonight, as the elite of the fast-wearing department, of course will choose...... Take advantage of system bugs to prostitute in vain.

951 looked at the pile of bullets in the transfer station, and felt sorry for the other employees.

They worked hard to move bricks to make money, and they had to be quickly pierced through the pits, in order to make their performance look better, they used their hard-earned money to sell plug-ins to advance the plot.

And on the eve of his eve, he moved his fingers and prostituted hundreds of thousands of dollars for nothing.

I deliberately changed a pistol in the system tonight, just for tonight's mission.

She was athletic, shuttling around the room like a wolf, and the bullets in her hand were all missing, all of them hitting the vital points of the dead.

In a few moments, corpses were piled up in the house.

These dead soldiers were all cultivated by Xie Yan at his own expense, and now they were killed by the assassin one by one before they got close to the assassin.

Xie Yan's heart was full of fear and anger.

He slowly retreated to the wall, and seemed to realize that the assassin was not in a hurry to kill him, gritted his teeth, and said, "Who are you!" ”

Tonight, he killed the last dead soldier and reloaded the pistol, pointing the black muzzle at Xie Yan's head.

Although Xie Yan knows martial arts, the skill of the thing in his hand tonight really makes him jealous.

Xie Yan tried his best to delay time, waiting for another wave of reinforcements, "Who sent you?" Is it Xie Hexi? What good did he prescribe to you? I can give it to you just as well! Is it money? Or status, I can give it to you! A top killer like you deserves a master who can bring you the best benefits! ”

There was a hint of cunning in his eyes tonight.

951, which is always monitored in the transfer station, reminded [Xixi, Xie Yan's people are almost in the yard! 】

The hand holding the gun moved down, the movement was not large, and Xie Yan, who was tense, did not notice it, he was staring nervously at his eyes.

I'm afraid that if she is in a hurry to do it, she will kill him in an instant.

But these eyes, for some reason, the more he looked at them, the more familiar they felt.

Jinxi, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, and the voice under the black scarf was angry: "But he is the most important person to me." ”

Xie Yan didn't hear it very clearly, and he was just a few hazy words, except for being a little familiar, he was more nervous about his life and death.

Outside, his other group of dead soldiers had also arrived, and Xie Yan hadn't had time to be happy.

was shot through the shoulder blade by a bullet.

Immediately a few more shots hit him, and his good clothes were instantly stained red with blood.

Tonight, when you see a good situation, you will accept it and retreat immediately.

But she didn't hide when she retreated, and shot several dead soldiers who were ambushed and chased by Xie Yan's mansion, and finally scared people into not daring to chase anymore, so she collected her gun and left Xie Yan's prince's mansion.

Back to the village, it was almost three watches, tonight I disposed of the blood-stained night clothes, and went to the hot spring to wash off the smell of blood on my body.

Ju Xin found that he was not in the house tonight, but this time is also the time for the prince to drink medicine, and it is not unusual to go to drink medicine with him tonight.

As long as the young lady doesn't stay awake at night, it's fine.

Ju Xin has been looking in the direction of the palace, hoping to bring the young lady back soon.

The old man can send someone to secretly pass the word over, and ask her to report the whereabouts of the young lady every day, she promised the young lady not to say much, but if the young lady is too blatant, how can she pay the errand.

It's really a fairy fight, and the little ghost suffers.