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Xia Chunqiang suppressed the fear in his heart, looked directly at the dark eyes of the bt man with his eyes full of anger, and said coldly:

"You hate Liang Shangjun so much, why don't you kill me and make him suffer for the rest of his life? Why kill him? You don't know anything after you die."

"kill you?"

At the door, Mr. Liang rushed in holding one of Smith's subordinates, and with him came a chill.

He didn't have a gun in his hand. Just now, while Xia Chun was struggling, he looked away from Liang Shangjun. At that moment, he felt a black shadow flicker in his eyes, and the chair on his body had been turned around. Arrived at a cold gun.

"Pure!"

"Haha, what a loving couple, Mr. Liang, since you are a real man, as long as you execute yourself today, I promise to let your wife go."

Hearing this, Xia Chun's breath was suffocated, her clear eyes widened in shock, he came so fast.

Xia Chun was so frightened that his body froze, his face turned pale, but what he said was extremely angry:

The atmosphere in the room was stagnant.

The gun in his hand has never been thrown away.

"Big brother?"

Smith smiled ferociously. He could finally kill Liang Shangjun and avenge his dead brother.

"Liang Shangjun, don't!"

"Liang Shangjun, don't believe him, you go now, don't put down your gun..."

Smith picked up the coffee in front of him and took a leisurely sip. As soon as he looked up, a gun appeared on Xia Chun's forehead. At the same time, the other guns in the living room were all pointed at Liang Shangjun.

But he was only in a daze for a moment, and then said with a sneer:

"Liang Shangjun, I will hate you."

"Brother, Mr. Liang Shang is here."

"You are not afraid of death?"

Violence flashed in Liang Shangjun's eyes, and the muzzle of the gun that was on the back of his head moved forward an inch, and the muzzle got into his hair, tightly pressing against the cortex.

He pushed hard with one foot, and the chair slid forward, leaving Liang Shangjun's control. In Xia Chun's astonished eyes, the situation was reversed.

"Put the gun down and I'll let her go!"

"Smith, you bastard!"

"Liang Shangjun, I have been wanted by your police now. If you two accompany me to die, that would be considered revenge. Bring the syringe. Didn't you all covet this woman just now? Now you can enjoy it."

"Liang Shangjun, it seems that you are reluctant to put down the gun, right?"

Liang Shangjun looked at her messy hair and torn clothes because of struggling, and there was a strong self-blame in his deep eyes. He didn't protect her well. Useless.

"Chunchun, I won't let them hurt you."

Xia Chun shook his head desperately:

Liang Shangjun snorted coldly, looked around vigilantly with deep eyes, took a step back, and the chair Smith was sitting on also took a step back. He never let go of the gun on the back of his head, and said coldly:

Seeing that their boss was caught by Liang Shangjun, the rest of them also became nervous. The man holding the syringe didn't dare to make any further movements, so he turned his head and asked the boss for advice.

She cried and shouted, shaking her head like a wave drum, and the handsome face in her vision became blurred.

A sense of gloom arises spontaneously.

If he doesn't care about her now, with the man in his hand and his own ability, he should be able to leave.

"Liang Shangjun, you go..."

"I don't want you to save me, I really don't want you to save me."

Smith himself was also slightly taken aback, feeling shocked.

It seemed that the gun in Liang Shangjun's hand was just a toy, and it did not pose any threat to him. As long as Xia Chun was in his hands, let alone one Liang Shangjun, even a hundred of them would be dead.

"Yeah, anyway, you've already caught me, why don't you just kill me, and I'll exchange my life for Liang Shangjun's."

Under Xia Chun's tears, he stuck the syringe into his arm:

Xia Chun's body was trembling, and her heart was also trembling.

"Smith, tell your men to stop."

Smith knew that Liang Shangjun would not put down his gun so easily. From the time he held one of his men in, he knew that he wanted to rescue his woman, but also wanted to get out.

Liang Shangjun gritted his teeth angrily, but he didn't dare to pull the trigger, because Xia Chun also had a pistol on his head. Once the gun fired in his hand, the woman he loved would be buried with him.

"Chunchun, don't cry, I will rescue you out."

Smith knew he had won.

"Smith, if you don't let go of my wife, I'll shoot you in the head right now."

However, he has come, so how could he ignore her.

"Bring her here."

He has investigated his record over the years and knows that he is not an easy enemy to deal with.

But his biggest weakness now is Xia Chun, a woman who is not afraid of death.

"You stop!"

Smith suddenly laughed, and said fearlessly:

Just as the man's needle was about to penetrate into Xia Chun's white and tender skin, and when the eyes of several people in the room were focused on Xia Chun, Liang Shangjun, who was standing a few steps away, somehow moved to Smith's side. The hostage puts Sen Leng's gun on the back of Smith's head.

Smith had already learned how powerful he was just now. If he wanted to let his woman go, he would naturally take his gun. Otherwise, without his woman to threaten him, how could he feel safe.

"Liang Shangjun, it's useless to point your gun at me. As long as you dare to shoot, your wife will definitely die."

Curiosity flashed in Smith's eyes. This was the first time he heard someone begging for death. She was a thin and sick oriental woman. Although someone told him that Mr. Liang and this woman were in love with each other, but hearing her say that now, although he felt Childish, still a little shocked. 13acv.

"The person you want to kill is me, let my wife go out."

"I said, put the gun down first."

Seeing her being grabbed by those two men, his handsome facial features were instantly covered with a layer of coldness, he quickly sized her up, and finally his gaze landed on the wound on her forehead that was still stained with blood, and his heart beat hard again. Pain, the strength of grabbing the man suddenly increased, the pistol was pressed against his temple, and he said to Smith who was sitting in the chair:

"Smith, can you count on what you say?"

As soon as Smith's words came out, a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks ran in and reported the situation to him.

"Stop it, or I'll kill him."

When those men surrounded him, Xia Chun's tearful eyes widened in horror, and he shouted eagerly at Mr. Liang that it was his best chance to kill that Smith and leave now.

Xia Chun struggled angrily, but her struggle didn't work at all, and she was quickly clamped by the two men from left to right and forced to bring Smith to her side.

As soon as he entered the room, he locked on Xia Chunrushui's eyes with worried eyes at the first time, and called out worriedly:

"Put your gun down first."

Seeing this, Liang Shangjun's face suddenly changed, and he said coldly:

His voice was cold and bloodthirsty.

Xia Chun shouted anxiously:

Liang Shangjun glanced at Xia Chun, hesitated for half a second, let go of the hand holding the gun, and with a clang, the pistol fell to the floor under his feet.

He sneered:

Liang Shangjun comforted him softly, and a trace of tenderness floated in his deep eyes.

"Okay, you use this syringe yourself, and I'll let them let your wife go."

Liang Shangjun's deep eyes full of distress moved away from her, his gaze swept over the people in the room, and finally stopped on Smith.

Xia Chun spoke very calmly.

Liang Shangjun's face changed, hesitation flashed in his eyes, his resolute thin lips were tightly pursed, his eyes turned away, and he said to Smith coldly:

The history of pure pressure holding silk.Xia Chun's heart was surging, and when his watery eyes touched his slender figure, the tip of his nose suddenly became sour, and layers of mist filled his eyes.

"Of course it counts, Mr. Liang, my enemy is only you. As long as you die, your wife will be safe."

It is to rescue Chunchun, even if it takes his life.

"Big brother!"

Liang Shangjun spat coldly, and he threw the syringe on the ground:

"No!"

The man had already walked in front of Xia Chun, one of her sleeves was forcibly lifted up, her little face was pale and bloodless, but she was not afraid because of the syringe in the man's hand, and she just stared fixedly at the man with tears in her eyes. Looking at Liang Shangjun, tears rolled down his eyes:

It was only a blink of an eye, but no one in the room had time to stop his behavior, and everyone showed astonishment.

While speaking, Smith winked at the subordinate beside him. The latter understood, and immediately lowered his head to pick up the syringe that had just been placed on the table.

"Smith, didn't you want to take revenge on me, now that I'm here, let go of my wife."

Although he is a drug lord, vicious and cruel, he still keeps his word. He arrested Xia Chun just to make Liang Shangjun helpless to resist.

Those guns were pointed at him, and he was not afraid.

"Liang Shangjun, you really have the guts to save your wife, so you put down the gun yourself."

"Liang Shangjun, you are not allowed to put down the gun, and you are not allowed to control me, you go."

"If you die, you won't be afraid."

"Liang Shangjun, do you think they will let me go if you are a fool who comes to die? Let me tell you, you came, but one more person died. If you dare to put down the gun, I will never forgive you."

"Don't hurt my wife, you let her go, I leave this order to your disposal."

"it is good!"

"You let her out first."

Seeing him lift up his sleeves, exposing his solid arms, and watching him pass the syringe to his arm, Xia Chun yelled at him in a hoarse voice:

"Let her go!"

"Hehe, this is a good idea, but I promised others that I won't kill you. If I don't keep my word, how can I get these brothers to follow me?"

He came for one purpose only.

Her eyes were full of anxiety, tears rolled in her eyes, and every cell in her body was occupied by fear. She knew that once Liang Shangjun put down the gun, he would die.

"Ah... let me go."

A bloodthirsty look of prey flashed in Smith's eyes, and he ordered coldly:

Smith's men picked up the gun, and the two men holding Xia Chun let go of her. Her legs went limp and she fell to the ground. Liang Shangjun's eyes changed, and he stepped forward to help her up, and wiped her away with his big hands. tears on my face, whispered

"Chunchun, my car is outside, you go out now and drive my car away."

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