Hei Di's Seven Days of Love

That man never kills.

Even if he is the supreme leader of the dark department, he never kills.

Because he doesn't like the smell of blood.

Therefore, he has been adhering to the psychology of homicide.

But now, he actually broke all the habits he had maintained for 26 years for the sake of that woman. [

The smell of blood quickly dissipated under the wind blowing on the cliff.

It diffused into everyone's breath.

Some people were already pale and trembling.

The beautiful man standing in the wind was like an angel who fell from heaven to earth, exuding the aura of a devil standing up from hell.

They merged together, and looked down at the man kneeling ten meters in front of him with one knee.

He slightly bent his lips, and then, he shot another ruthlessly towards his right leg.

The position of the left leg is exactly the same.

Looking at Li Nian, he was horrified.

I have never played with guns before, but my shooting skills are so superb.

They didn't even have a guess, just a look over, and it was the same seat, the same strength.

That person, on his knees.

Only then was Baoqing satisfied and pulled the trigger again, and directly aimed at the prop master with the coldest tone, the calm voice, clear words, with undisguised strength and explosive power.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

The prop master's feet had already softened, and he knelt down on the ground subconsciously. His eyes were filled with tears, and he said tremblingly, "I don't know, I really don't know..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a gorgeous flower slowly opening between his eyebrows.

In the next second, the man closed his eyes tightly and lay on the ground.

The mouth has grown into an "O" shape, as if to say something, but life has come to an abrupt end.

The ruthless gun moved slowly, aiming at the helicopter operator, the man knelt on the ground subconsciously, and said softly: "I don't know, I don't know anything, I didn't do anything... ..."