My Guardian Mr Bo

is her! ?

Could it be Fu Jiu! ?

An Ge'er's eyes widened.

It's impossible, it's really such a coincidence! ?

At this time, An Geer suddenly remembered that before exiting the chat interface that day, Fu Jiu and Li Hanfei had a fight over a task.

I didn't ask much about the specific task, only Fu Jiuduo asked herself if she was in City A during this period. She said she was not there, so she nodded and didn't say more.

And now, at this moment, is she here to perform... mission?

The more An Ge'er thinks about it, the whiter her face is. After all, guessing is guessing, but when she thinks that she has boarded a passenger plane with unpredictable life and death, her heart suddenly feels as if she is being crushed by a stone. Come.

No, she will be fine.

She was not too afraid of death, but just felt that this scene was so sudden and unpredictable. She never thought that she would be on a ‘death plane’ by accident...

At the same time, An Ge'er's head was filled with the figure of the younger man.

Her eyes turned red all at once.

If he really died on this plane, he would never see my uncle again.

An Ge'er turned around and took a gun to hide herself, her eyes flushed, but she kept breathing deeply, telling herself not to be nervous, not to be afraid, but this is about life and death, no matter how An Ge'er calms her heart and palms There was still a layer of cold sweat.

In fact, she guessed that the other party was Fu Jiu, and she was already in good standing.

Especially considering that Fu Jiu's eyes were so weird when she looked at her, feeling that she had already recognized that she was An Ge'er, the ‘little star’ that Rong Bei had been chasing after.

That's why I want to help myself.

As soon as An Ge'er poked her head out, she saw Fu Jiu walking to the door of WC lightly, smelling the smell of tobacco at the door, and putting her hand on the handle.

Needless to say, there must be a problem in this toilet at this time.

Especially when you lower your head, you can see some thick bright red liquid slowly overflowing from the bottom of the toilet door.

It smelled of fishy sweetness, it was blood.

Fu Jiu's hand pressed on the doorknob and slowly pushed open. As the door opened wider and wider, a pair of fallen shoes gradually appeared before her eyes...

Upward, it was the legs. Fu Jiu's brows became more and more frowning, accompanied by sporadic blood stains, a man lying on the ground slantingly in front of him, the blood dripping between his waist and abdomen was cut open by a sharp weapon. Dakouzi, it seemed that something had been digging away from it. At this time, the man still maintained a frightened face, but his breath was long gone.

At this moment, Fu Jiu watched this scene without much expression on his face.

It seems that the group of people put TT8 poisoned liquid into the human body in order to avoid the security check.

Of course, the next second, I raised my head and watched a dark muzzle slowly protruding from the inside, facing her chest.

"Raise your hands and come in." Another Asian man in a black suit walked out from behind the WC door, looking at Fu Jiu with a gloomy look.

"Don't shoot, or it will startle the entire plane." Fu Jiu raised his hands, watching his eyes slowly walk into the WC.

An Ge'er looked pale as he watched Fu Jiu enter the WC.

Why did she go in like this?

There was no fear on Fu Jiu's face over there, but An Ge'er heard the sneer of the Asian man, "I can't save my life, and want to control others?"