Fast through the white moonlight: boss, pick up the morals

Chapter 600 Stockholm Syndrome (5)

Unexpectedly, the man snorted, but Li Weixi only heard joy.

"Xixi, you are even stronger."

He said.

Li Weixi was silent, her purpose was very clear, she attacked the canvas bag behind him.

In terms of fighting, the boss can't beat her.But there are too many high-tech products on the boss, and each one is more unprepared than the other.

Just as one of her hands touched the zipper, a silver light quickly rose from both ends, and they were combined into handcuffs, binding her wrists.

A hint of anger flashed across Li Weixi's eyes.

The strong wind lifted the man's peaked cap, revealing the face in the shadow - it was covered with colorful paint, it was very funny, especially the big smile.

This is the clown.

He covered his face with clown makeup, pretended to be a clown, and also laughed at the incompetence of the CIA.

"It's a pity..." He was admiring, "It's still a little short of fire."

Someone outside noticed something strange, and was tossing and turning the locked door.The man's hand stretched out from Li Weixi's thigh, and he directly picked her up and carried her upstairs.

Li Weixi was struggling.

Holding her in her arms, she couldn't break free for a while, it was the handcuffs that she struggled with.

She wants to take it off.

Her movements were big, and the man was going upstairs again, which directly affected his actions.

Seeing the opportunity, Li Weixi kicked his hand away, slipped his other hand to his ankle and drew out the gun.

The muzzle of the black hole was aimed at her.

She was not born in Lianwu, and her body flexibility was not that high. One hand was raised high and the other was about to be stretched down. She gasped in pain.

The man raised his hand as a sign of surrender, unhurriedly pulled the handcuffs out of the backpack, and clasped his hand with a "snap" at the other end.

The hands of the two were tightly connected.

Li Weixi's pupils contracted, meeting the clown's loose eyes:
"It's useless."

Qing Jun, no one.

She pointed the gun at him angrily, one finger on the trigger.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time," Li Weixi couldn't see the man's expression, but the smile on his face was very eye-catching, "How does it feel to be with me?"

You see, our hands - together.

Li Weixi was speechless.

Of course she knew that the workmanship of the handcuffs was designed by the boss himself, and they couldn't be opened without the key.

Unless you chop off your hands.

The boss is a lunatic.

"I don't want to hurt you," her lips moved slightly, and the muzzle of the gun was turned in one direction, aiming at one of his shoulders, "here is the painting."

The man innocently opened the canvas bag with his free hand.

It was empty inside.

——She was tricked!

A voice came from the intercom: "Lee, we have been deceived, the painting is the real thing, not an imitation at all..."

The corners of the man's lips curled up in an invisible place.

When the trigger was pulled, the bullet that was originally aimed at him was deflected, passing by his shoulder, only scratching his clothes.

Li Weixi cursed in a low voice: "I really want your head to explode!"

It's a pity that she couldn't kill him, otherwise it would be considered a crime.

The clown's smiling face opened and closed: "You can kill me in another way, for example—to death from exhaustion?"

"boom--!"

A gunshot pierced the night sky.

A series of gunshots followed.

Li Weixi looked at the man: she didn't shoot, men never carry guns.

Oops!

This is most likely the group of terrorists!
"Quickly untie this damn thing, it will affect my actions, do you want to die here?" She spoke Chinese.

The man was very annoyed: "The key is at home, I didn't bring it."

……Depend on.

Li Weixi suppressed his temper, and fired three shots into the invisible distance.

(End of this chapter)