chief love marriage

Chapter 861 Wen Zhao's Protection (7)

The voice was as thin as a mosquito with a slight trembling, Wen Zhao looked down, and the little guy was looking at him with some uneasy and panic eyes, the watery eyes were foggy, like a frightened little rabbit.

Wen Zhao's heart ached when she saw it, and her breath became gentler: "Good baby, don't be afraid—not fierce—"

Then, he turned to Jerry again, with a condescending tone in his tone: "My baby said, lest you kill a bastard, you are hurting my gun. I don't want to scare my baby. If you don't kill today, get out of here!" Bar!"

When Wen Zhao took out the small silver gun, Jerry's expression was obviously stunned, and he was taken aback by his intimidating courage, so he was a little dumbfounded.

But now, when she heard Wen Zhao's childish voice, she felt that she was so useless, and was so easily frightened by a child.

What if he has a gun?Maybe it's a toy gun to deceive children, and it's silver, so flamboyant~

Even if it's true, look at his tiny hands, it's not sure whether he can pull the trigger.

Thinking of this, Jerry became more confident.

But just to be on the safe side, he still gave a wink to a brother next to him.

The brother caught the look, immediately took out his pistol/gun, stood to the other side, and pointed at Wen Zhao.

The two formed a double-teaming stance.

In front of Wen Zhao is Jerry, on the left is another man, and on the right is the sink.

Little Xixi has been hugged and pampered by her mother since she was a child. Where has she ever seen such a battle? Her little face turned pale from fright, and her little paws tightly grasped Wen Zhao's arm.

Seeing this scene, Jerry smiled with his mouth crooked: "I think you've watched too many TV shows, and your hair hasn't even grown up yet, so you're learning from other gangsters/societies?"

"I see you as a brat, and I don't want to be as knowledgeable as you. How about this, kneel down and call me grandpa, and I will let you go, how about it?"

"Hahaha--"

Jerry and his companions laughed arrogantly.

However, the laughter stopped abruptly before it could last for two seconds.

Accompanied by a loud bang of 'bang--'.

The mirror in front of the sink not far away was shattered by some huge force.

Wen Zhao was still holding Xiao Xixi with his right hand, while the small and exquisite silver gun in his left hand was loaded and pointed directly at the glass next to him.

The bullets of the silver gun are processed with special materials. They are fast and hateful. The moment they hit the mirror, they were not completely shattered as usual, but directly penetrated a small hole of two centimeters, leaving some cracks around it. .

The surrounding guests gasped.

Especially Jerry and his accomplice, the two looked at each other in dismay, both dumbfounded.

After a long time, Jerry swallowed his saliva and looked at his own reflection in the mirror. In the mirror, a bullet had pierced a hole in the center of his head, and his face was pale in an instant.

Is this child, as it seems, only seven years old?

Such fearless courage in the face of danger, such precise marksmanship.

He is looking at the mirror from the corner of his eye~~ If the shot didn’t hit the mirror, but hit them~
When Jerry thought of this, cold sweat broke out down his spine.

"Jerry, what happened? Why did I hear gunshots in the private room, did you make trouble again? It alarmed the boss."

A fat, blond man pushed away from the crowd and walked out of the bathroom.

(End of this chapter)