Lose 100 million today

Chuzheng asked very indifferently: "Are you talking so much during breakfast?"

Jiang Ye: "..."

Jiang Ye gave Chu Zheng a meaningful look.

Maybe he thinks too much...

After breakfast, Chu Zheng took Jiang Ye to meet the captured person.

The person was tied to a chair with his head covered, and the bodyguard stood in the room with his arms folded, watching.

"Miss, Mr. Jiang." The bodyguard called out respectfully when he saw someone coming in.

Chuzheng stopped at the door: "He is yours."

Jiang Ye: "..."

Those who don’t know may think we are doing some dark deal!

Jiang Ye stepped forward and took off the black cloth covering the other party.

He is an unattractive man, the kind who would not be found in a crowd of people.

At this time, the person was still fainting.

Jiang Ye looked back at Chuzheng, who raised his hand and left with his bodyguards.

Jiang Ye: "..."

I just want to ask, is this the same person last night?

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Jiang Ye came out half an hour later.

The boy's windbreaker was spread out and two buttons of the collar were unbuttoned, revealing his delicate collarbone.

There was blood on his fingers, and there was still fierceness in his eyes.

Like a young animal just after a kill, it walks slowly from the shadows into the broad sunshine.

The young man's deep eyes flashed across the golden light, and his gaze fell on the little girl leaning against the wall.

He stared at Chu Zheng blankly for three seconds, then raised the corners of his lips and smiled: "Miss Sheng, I'm done asking."

Chuzheng nodded: "I'll leave it to you."

"It's just to use money to do things. Miss Sheng can handle it." The young man adjusted his clothes casually: "After all... he also frightened you."

"You need me to help you..."

"Miss Sheng, our relationship is not that good yet." The young man interrupted Chuzheng: "I can handle my matters myself."

Chuzheng: "..."

I'll have to save you then! !

Don't show off!

Jiang Ye crossed the light and walked towards the stairs.

Chuzheng followed him downstairs.

This is an abandoned building. After Jiang Ye walked down the last step, as soon as he stepped into the sunlight, his body was violently pulled back.

Chu tu tu tu——

The bullets left a line of marks where Jiang Ye had just stepped, and gravel and dust flew into the air, blurring his vision.

The boy was lying on the old iron handrail.

Chuzheng hugged his waist.

"Are you okay?"

Jiang Ye came back to his senses and looked sideways at the little girl's delicate face: "Miss Sheng, I'm afraid this isn't for me?"

Anyone who uses weapons so blatantly against him may not have the courage.

Chuzheng took a look outside.

Chu tu tu tu——

The bullet hit the wall, and the wall peeled off instantly, raising dust all over the sky.

Chuzheng took Jiang Ye back upstairs to meet the bodyguards.

"Miss, we are surrounded."

Chuzheng's expression did not change, and she just asked calmly: "Didn't you notice anyone following you?"

The bodyguards looked at each other several times, but no one noticed.

Now is not the time to pursue this matter, footsteps can already be heard downstairs.

Chuzheng signaled the bodyguards to disperse. She took the gun from the bodyguards, loaded the bullets and handed it to Jiang Ye.

At this time, the people below were approaching fiercely, and Jiang Ye did not shirk away.

Chuzheng pulled Jiang Ye back further.

boom--

I don't know who fired the first shot at the stairs, and then there were constant gunshots.

The whole building seemed to be shaking.

"Stay here."

Chuzheng didn't give Jiang Ye a chance to object, so she dodged and left. When a person appeared on the opposite side, the little girl raised her hand and shot him.

The man fell down at the foot of the stairs.

Jiang Ye frowned slightly.

It is not surprising for a trained person to hit the target while moving.

But no matter how he looked at the little girl's physical fitness, she didn't look like a trained person, but her movements did have some appearance.

She passed through the light, like a newborn calf charging headlong, without any idea of ​​what fear was.

Jiang Ye felt inexplicably worried.

He was holding the gun casually, but now he held it carefully and stared at the little girl.

Chuzheng took care of the two who rushed forward and took the lead.

The gunfire suddenly stopped.

The entire corridor fell silent.

Dust particles danced in the sunlight, smelling like gunpowder smoke.

"Miss Sheng, no offense intended."

Someone shouted.

Chuzheng swayed and stood on the stairs going up, changing the bullet clip skillfully.

Only then did she speak out: "That's not what your bullet told me."

"Miss Sheng, there was a misunderstanding just now. We can have a good talk."

The answer was a bullet.

The bullet missed the person, hit the iron handrail, clattered to the ground, and finally fell silent.

"Miss!"

The bodyguard exclaimed.

In the direction of the balcony, someone jumped down. Chuzheng lowered his eyes and looked down. Hearing the sound, Tai raised his eyes and saw that the person pulled the trigger.

Chu Zheng raised her hand and heard a gunshot.

The opponent had no time to pull the trigger and fell from the air.

The heavy object hit the ground with a dull sound.

Chuzheng looked not far away.

The boy held the gun in one hand and maintained a shooting posture.

The windbreaker was falling slowly due to the movement just now.

The young man's lips were frivolous and his deep, dark eyes were staring ahead, which was different from the first time Chu Zheng saw him take action.

At this time, the young man showed a careless and casual attitude.

It seems that killing a person is as easy for him as trampling on an ant.

The person who fell down just now couldn't tell who was responsible for it.

"Miss Sheng, be careful." The young man Qingyue's voice broke the silence.

Almost at the same time, people below rushed up, and someone jumped up from outside the balcony.

Chuzheng fired calmly and calmly, and people fell one after another.

The faces of these people are not Eastern. They all have Western characteristics, and their communication is not in Chinese.

There were many people on the other side, so Chu Zheng was a little upset when playing.

Endless.

bother.

Still noisy.

Jiang Ye stood far away, but he kept paying attention to Chu Zheng.

He could clearly feel that waves of irritation began to overflow from the little girl in the smoke.

It was a wonderful feeling, as if she could know that she was impatient but not afraid at all.

Jiang Ye suddenly turned around, pointed his gun at the person who touched behind him, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth: "You are breathing too heavily."

boom--

The man fell to the ground.

When he turned around again, there was no trace of the little girl over there, and the bodyguards all looked down nervously.

Jiang Ye's heart thumped and he rushed over.

Almost as soon as he grabbed the armrest, the sounds below suddenly disappeared, and the entire space became silent.

Jiang Ye only heard his own slightly heavy breathing.

He looked down.

The little girl stood in the middle of the stairs, the gun in her hand raised, pointing downwards.

Jiang Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a few seconds he let go of the handrail, took two steps back, and leaned against the bumpy wall.

The bodyguards came to their senses, crossed Jiang Ye and went downstairs.

There was a chaotic sound underground, as well as the muffled hum of someone.

Jiang Ye calmed down the impulse in his heart, walked to the stairs, and looked down.

The little girl sat on the stairs, expressionless as she watched the bodyguards tie up a man who was still alive.