Sheng Ai First Lady

She didn't have time to think about it, because the man on the opposite side quickly attacked again. Xia Jin's body was small and nimble, and the man's strength was fierce. She was sure that if she was punched by him, even if you were not disabled, At least the heel bone must be broken.

During the fight, her gaze inadvertently glanced at the pistol pinned to the man's waist, and she glanced at him. Just in time, the man's fist swung straight towards her chest. He lowered his waist to avoid the attack, then turned over from his side and dodged in the air.

When the man turned around again, a black holed pistol was aimed at him.

Xia Jin looked at him with a smile, "If you have a gun, you don't have to use it. Why, did your master ask you to catch him alive?"

The man standing opposite her was stunned for a moment, but he didn't dare to move again, but his dark face was cold and gloomy, and he didn't intend to speak.

Suddenly, Xia Jin saw a strange smile appear on his face, the ear bones moved slightly, and the sound of bullets scraping the air came through the air.

As soon as her expression changed, she looked up and saw that Miyazaki Takuo, who was about five meters away from her, had raised her gun like a ghost.

Even though Jing Zirao grew up surrounded by gunfire, she couldn't help being shocked. The bullet from Boss Gong blocked the moment when it was shot at Xia Jin.

She didn't have time to do any more exclamation, the mantis catching the cicada and the oriole followed behind, all this happened within three seconds.

Someone shot Xia Jin from behind and was stopped by Gong Shentuo who was standing in front of her. However, at the moment he fired, there was a man who was only three meters behind him and pointed his gun at her. Aimed at the back of Boss Gong's head.

Jingzi's pupils constricted violently, and she screamed, "Xia Jin, shoot."

Gunshots pierced the sky, Xia Jin slowly closed her eyes, the soft part of her heart seemed to be stabbed hard by a sharp knife.

Waves of pain swept through her entire heart.

Gong Shentuo looked at her, his jade-like black eyes seemed to be covered with a thick layer of ice, and his expression was obviously extremely cold, but he opened his smile, and his voice seemed to come from a cold prison, "Xia Jin , you want me to die so much?"

The blood all over the city fell in front of Boss Gong.

The man who shot in the back was shot in the head by the furious Miyazaki Miyako, and died in a miserable state.

In the black bedroom, Tang Jian kicked hard onto the sofa. He had a sinister face, and a gun in his hand was pressed against the neck of a doctor in a white coat. His tone was soft and slow, but even the punctuation marks were full. Murderous, "What do you mean it can't be cured? Do you have the guts to say it again?"

The doctor's wrinkled face was covered with cold sweat, and he stammered, "Boss's injury was not fatal, and Ms. Makino gave blood transfusion in time, but Mr. Cheng's bullet hit the heart, and now he can only hang himself." Take a breath..."

"You tell me that he is hopeless before he dies. What is Yemen doing raising you bastards? Let me tell you, even if he dies, you have to save him."

Tang Jian usually walked straight and straight with his lazy and elegant nobleman's route. He was so aggressive that he was like a robber. Except for the calm plane explosion, he completely lost his mind, and he had never lost his composure before.

Now the boss of the palace is in a coma, Evan stayed in Saudi to thoroughly investigate the two assassinations, the city is wandering on the death line, Makino Zejing is weak, although there is no serious injury, but the injury is not light, and Too much blood was transfused to the boss, so everything about Yemen fell on his shoulders for the time being.

"Such a serious injury, no one in the medical field has said it can be cured, unless...unless...."

"Unless you tell me something quickly." Tang Jian interrupted him impatiently, a bunch of old bones, they should have retired a long time ago, and they are so trembling when they speak.

Mr. Tang didn't realize at all that he was pointing a gun at someone's artery right now.

"Unless Han Li can be found, there may be a glimmer of hope."