Good Morning, Mr. President!

Her legs were a little soft, and she couldn't even breathe, shaking her hands, trying to remove the gun.

However, the other side suddenly strengthened the strength of his hands, looking cold, "Don't mess around! If something happens to our young lady, you are the first to be buried!"

Upon hearing this, the slang was chilling on the back and sweating. She licked her dry lips and was at a loss. But seeing each of them look so serious, they are not sure whether they are doing right or wrong today.

"Brother, not here!"

"Not here either!"

There was a sound from the intercom. The head of the hawkish head became more and more chill, and only ordered: "block the entire supermarket at once! No one can let it go!"

"Yes!"

Commanded, the other party took out his cell phone and called. In my heart, I was already panicked. If the young lady disappeared from under their eyes, it would be worse! This time, I'm afraid it's really bleeding!

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Tang Yan was looking through the information at the moment, and Jian Qing pushed in the door, his face was quite ugly.

He did not dare to neglect, and said straightforwardly: "Young Master, Miss Yun is missing."

Tang Yan's movements paused. He slowly raised his head. At the moment, those glamorous eyes only had Ling Ling's ruthlessness. He opened his lips. "Say it again."

Jian Qing's breathing was tense, and she took a look at Tang Ye, then lowered, "Ms. Ye went shopping with her sister, I didn't expect ..."

"A bunch of waste!" His words were interrupted by the bite of Tang Yan. The document in his hand was smashed hard, smashed to the ground, and made a dull murmur. In the air, there was a breathless depression, and Jian Qing even smelled the murderous gas in the air. I only heard Tang Jun commanded: "Take your family, all to the scene of the crime, don't let one go!"

"Yes." Jian Qing understood his intention, and he should look up and see Tang Yan covered with violence, but could not help reminding him, "Young Master, my family is the last of relatives of Miss ...

Tang Yan had stood up, step by step, and walked in front of Jian Qing. The thumping of footsteps on the ground made people feel terrified at the moment. There was a bit of cruel demon in his eyes, "Jian Qing, they are challenging me with little kindness, and it is not too much to kill."

Jian Qing dare not say more.

Tang Yan was not a good man by birth. Are all mixed in this Tao with blood, and how many have good intentions?

Tang Yan's kindness is for You. He was violent, cruel, and murderous, and only He could suppress it.

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In the supermarket, everyone was crowded to squeeze outside the supermarket, but the exit was blocked and no one could go out. Moreover, each one walking back and forth was armed with a gun, and the fierce look made a group of people dare not even resist.

There was even a poor woman who was taken outside with her gun against her forehead. Obviously, he was frightened. He was almost bloodless. Standing in the flat in front of the supermarket, he shivered as if the wind would fall.

Originally it was a lively commercial street, but at this moment, pedestrians outside have already been scattered as birds and beasts, for fear of causing any trouble.

Just when everyone was unsure of the situation and was so anxious that a roar rang from far and near from overhead. Everyone looked up into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a helicopter stirred the propeller and landed slowly in the large flat.

In the eyes of everyone's surprise, a tall man leapt forward. With a gun in his hand, he was wrapped in appalling suffocation. It was obviously a face that was all over the country, but at this moment it made people look at it, and they dared not look at it a second time.

Don Juan ...

Slang looked at the man he was obsessed with and admired, but what he touched was an extremely cold face.

"Little Lord!"

Everyone bowed and greeted him respectfully.

Tang Yan squeezed his thin lips tightly, loaded the gun directly, and personally pressed against Slang's head. The slang trembled more and more, a few steps away, and she could clearly feel that Tang Yan at the moment really wanted to put herself to death.

"Let's go." Tang Yan, this man, has this magic power-even when he is about to kill, his voice is still so sexy, as if killing is art, even the movement of the gun is elegant and calm. There was a soft smile on the corner of her lips. "To be clear, you still have a way to live."

The slang knees were weak, and her legs could hardly stand.

However, the mind is getting clearer. She knew that this time she had a big deal! If she did admit that she had calculated it herself, she might die worse.

Her eyelashes shook several times, and she swallowed them before she trembled and said, "I ... I don't know what happened ... I was the same as them ... When I called, I found out that ... ... "

"Bring people up!"

Obviously Tang Yan has no patience to listen. His eyes were violently surging.

The next second, I only heard screams and screamed, "No! Don't! Don't you, don't hurt them!"

I saw that Jiang Yan and Yong Yong had been **** and pushed out by people. Tang Xun said nothing, directly loaded the gun, and shot a shot at Xun Yong. A series of actions, clean and clear, flowing, without even a second of pause.

This man is a perfect work of art. Even when the shot was wounded, it was stunningly suffocating.

"No!"

The slang screamed loudly, big tears rolled out of his eyes, but it was too late to stop Tang Yan's action.

Jiang Yan looked pale. When the gunshot rang, she felt only a hum—a sudden deafness in her ears. She was stupid on the spot and couldn't even call out the screams. For a long while, she could only watch her husband who was sick and shot in the legs and fell to the ground.

The crowd was frightened after a cold twitch.

Slang has fallen to his knees.

Tang Yan's muzzle was still facing Yong Yong, but the words were spoken in red, "Give you another chance to speak clearly."

Warning tone.

Cold sharp, cold, full of oppression.

Muzzle, slowly moving up, in the middle of Yong Yong's forehead, "Missing a word, you lose a life. Missing two words, I can only let everyone in your family bury my family ...

The last few words are lighter, but they are more severe threats.

Slang looked at the painful appearance of blood on his legs, where he dared to hide. Tang Yan said that he would never relent.

"Yuan ... Yuan Li ..." she whispered, saying the name, "It was he who took away 柒 柒 ... It was he who did ..."