Principal Zhao drank tea, "Isn't it okay?" ”

Pan Zhou was not stupid, and saw that Principal Zhao didn't want to say more, so he stopped and didn't ask more.

Anyway, Ye Nan is in his class, and he will always have a chance to know.

……

It was not yet time for school to end, and the school gate was not opened, so in order to save trouble, Ye Nan went around to the back door of the school.

There is a monitoring blind spot here, the sun and rain are exposed, and the big iron gate is a little rusty.

Ye Nan grabbed the railing of the iron gate, kicked the wall with one foot, and easily flipped over.

With her feet firmly on the ground, she patted the dust off her hands and walked away.

Walking to a fork in the road, Ye Nan picked a road where there was no one to go, she looked down at her mobile phone to check where her courier had arrived.

Suddenly, a black van braked sharply and stopped beside her.

The car door brushed open, and a hand stretched out from inside, brutally dragging Ye Nan into the car.

The low-key Volkswagen caught up from behind, and the person sitting in the driver's seat happened to see this scene and couldn't help but burst into foul language.

"Grass, actually shot at a little girl."

Qi Han sat in the back, with a sniper rifle on his lap, and his slender jade-like hand covered it, black and white contrasted, with a strong visual impact.

He lowered his eyes and adjusted the gun unhurriedly, without the slightest sense of urgency in carrying out the task.

I heard Pei Yunshen say, "I'll go, that's not the little girl I saw in the bar last night." ”

Qi Han pointed his fingers, raised his eyes, and saw the van driving away, "Who did you just say?" ”

Pei Yunshen replied while chasing the van, "That beautiful little girl who was a thief in the bar last night." ”

If it weren't for the fact that it was not easy to do it in the city, where would it be the turn of those two turtle grandsons to be arrogant.

Qi Han narrowed his eyes, "Speed up." ”

Pei Yunshen, "Okay." ”

The two often perform tasks together, and when Qi Han said a word, Pei Yunshen knew what he meant.

As a result, the following scene occurred in the city.

A van and a Volkswagen staged a chase in the city, and passers-by were scared and spitted fragrant.

Strangely, the traffic police did not come forward to intercept it, but immediately let it go when they saw the license plate number of the Volkswagen.

After a short time, the two cars drove to the suburban ring road.

The speed is getting faster and faster.

In the van, the man with a scar on his face turned his head to look at the public chasing after him, his face gloomy.

"Hurry up."

The yellow-haired man in charge of driving the car said, "Big brother, this is already the fastest speed." ”

The scar man cursed in a low voice, and when he saw the girl who was taken into the car by him on the side, he was unexpectedly calm, and there was no fear on his face.

The scar man frowned, "You're not afraid?" ”

Ye Nan glanced at him and said coldly, "You should be afraid of you, you can't escape." ”

Inexplicably feeling despised by himself, the scar man was furious, and the pitch-black muzzle of the gun was pressed against Ye Ran's head.

"Stinky girl, are you looking for death?"

Ye Nan tugged at the corner of her lower lip, "Wrong." ”

Her voice was soft, like the murmur of death, "Yes, you, find, die." ”

As the last word fell, before the scarred man could react, a sharp pain suddenly came from his wrist.

In the blink of an eye, the gun in his hand fell into Ye Nan's hand.

She's so fast that it's hard to see.

The man with the scar was frightened, and when he realized that the girl he had taken into the car was not ordinary, it was too late.

Ye Nan pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullet passed through his heart, and blood gushed out.

The scarred man's face was painful, and when he met the girl's calm gaze, a flash of horror and unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

"You ......"

His eyes widened and he slammed down the car door.

"Big brother."

The yellow-haired man in charge of driving the car was stunned, and in the next second, the pitch-black muzzle was aimed at him.

Ye Nan raised his eyebrows, "Pull over, understand?" ”

The yellow-haired man's eyebrows flashed with a touch of ruthlessness, opened the car door, and jumped out of the car without hesitation.

Ye Nan didn't panic, got up and sat in the driver's seat, held the steering wheel with one hand, reduced the speed and stopped.

Almost at the same time, the masses behind caught up.

The window behind him was lowered, Qi Han raised his sniper rifle, and his cold eyes were aimed at the man who jumped out of the car and fell to the ground.

The bullet is loaded, and the finger is hooked.

"Bang."

The sound of gunfire echoed on the ring road, dissipating with the wind.

The yellow-haired man lowered his head with difficulty, looking at the bloody hole in his chest, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Before he could stand on his feet, he fell down again.

"Boom."

The dust was flying, and his eyes were wide in the direction of the black Volkswagen, and he swallowed his breath with reluctance.

"Pretty." Pei Yunshen stopped the car and whistled.

Qi Han threw the gun at him, then opened the car door and got out of the car.

"Why are you going?"

Pei Yunshen put down the gun and hurriedly followed him out of the car.

Not far away, Ye Nan got out of the car, carrying a backpack on one shoulder, and threw the car door with his hand.

"Hey, little girl, remember us?" Pei Yunshen followed Qi Han over and waved his hand at Ye Ran.

He reminded, "Last night on the second floor of the bar. ”

"Don't gossip, do things." Qi Han kicked his leg and motioned for him to clear the battlefield.

Pei Yunshen stepped forward and opened the back door, and the man with the scar fell out.

Not only Pei Yunshen was stunned, but even Qi Han was a little surprised, he glanced at the wound on the scarred man's body, and then his eyes fell on the blood stains on the back of Ye Nan's hand.

He raised his eyebrows, "You killed?" ”

Ye Nan's tone was light, "The hand slipped, and the gun went off." ”

Pei Yunshen's face was strange, this injury was killed by one shot at a glance, and his hand was slippery, deceiving the ghost.

Qi Han smiled lowly, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her, "Wipe your hands." ”

Ye Nan didn't hesitate, took the handkerchief and thanked him.