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Chapter 581 Assassination
Zhang Zhen and his party were about to leave the city, when suddenly, a person rushed out and shot several shots at Zhang Zhen's car.

Zhang Zhen, who was in the car, was so frightened that he jumped into the car. The driver was killed, and the car suddenly slammed to the side and was stopped by a wall.

Zhang Zhen scrambled out of the car, and the guards following him saw him surrounding him, and several of them chased after the assassin.

Intensive gunfire suddenly sounded.

The killer moved quickly and knew the road, and he strung into the alley in no time.

Qin Menghan and Chen Zhiyao, who were in charge of continuing the investigation on the street, were taken aback, and quickly drew their guns to look around.

"The gunshots came from over there." Chen Zhiyao listened carefully.

"Go, go and have a look." Qin Menghan immediately ran over.

"Hello!" Chen Zhiyao stomped his feet, and hurriedly ordered a male recruit beside him to investigate together: "Hurry up and report. Send someone at the same time."

The recruit responded and ran to the barracks.

"He's been shot, catch him alive!" Zhang Zhen's guards surrounded him.

Qin Menghan happened to rush over from the other side, just after turning a corner, a thick arm instantly strangled her neck, and the gun had already reached her temple.

Without fear, she lowered her head suddenly, and bit that arm fiercely. The man didn't expect that she would ignore the gun and put her head on her head, and opened her mouth to bite herself. Just as she was dazed, the person in her arms jumped away instantly like a loach.

"Who is it!" Qin Menghan raised his gun at the same time, pointing at the man's forehead.

The man saw her clearly, paused, pulled off the scarf, and said in a deep voice, "It's me."

Qin Menghan's eyes widened, "Why are you?"

The man in front of him is the one who saved her and his wife last time.

Cold sweat broke out on the man's forehead, "It's too late to say, you hurry up, so as not to hurt you."

He glanced at Qin Menghan's military uniform with strange eyes, "Are you a soldier?"

Qin Menghan rolled his eyes at him, "Didn't you just say it last time?"

The man didn't speak. Last time, Qin Menghan didn't wear a military uniform, but a torn cheongsam, with a dusty aura.

However, now, wearing a camouflage tight-fitting military uniform, he looks heroic.

Qin Menghan looked down, there was a bullet hole in his lower abdomen bleeding.

"You're hurt!" she exclaimed in a low voice.

"Come out! If you don't come out, we will kill you!" The people at the other end of the alley began to shout.

"Go away!" The man was anxious.

Qin Menghan glared at him, "Let's not say that you saved us last time, our Jin army owes you a life. Even if we see injustice, I, Qin Menghan, will stop me!"

Before the man could speak, the man had already held his gun out of the wall and shouted in a woman's clear voice, "I am a female soldier of the Jin Army."

The other party couldn't help being taken aback.

Taking advantage of this time, Qin Menghan walked out.

The man was shocked. He wanted to rush out to block Qin Menghan, but he heard Qin Menghan say, "You are from Dudu Zhang, right? I am the personal soldier of the wife of the general of the Jin army. Are you planning to kill me in the western capital?"

The man paused, yes, maybe the other party didn't dare to make a move.

He can't go out, otherwise it will hurt her.

The other party was obviously stunned. When did a female soldier suddenly appear?

Qin Menghan walked towards them step by step with a pistol in his hand.

The other party couldn't help raising his pistol at her, "Don't come over! Stop! If you come over again, we'll shoot!"

The man should have taken advantage of this moment to escape, but how could he abandon him!
He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain in his lower abdomen, looked up at the low wall, then struggled to climb up, quietly climbed on the top of the wall, moved over a little bit, exposed his eyes through the rubble, raised his gun, and aimed at the opponent's nearest people.

(End of this chapter)