Cannon Fodder Counterattack: BOSS, you follow me

Chapter 132 Full of Killing Intent

Jiang Wenting's face was livid with anger, the tyrant organization is also the top underworld gang in this country, and it was so humiliated by Lan Ling.

Ye Mingchuan began to walk towards her step by step, every footstep seemed to be stepping on her heart, shaking after shaking.

"Marshal, what are you going to do?" Jiang Wenting's calm voice was trembling, everyone knew the Marshal's wrist, and no one from any organization could escape from him without getting lost.

"I don't do anything, I'm the marshal, and I can't do things that lose the dignity of the country, but Hydra, I don't plan to support you anymore, surrender yourself."

Lan Ling watched the play leisurely, Ye Mingchuan was unusually calm at this time, as if the person who kicked the door just now was not him.

Lan Ling actually didn't believe Ye Mingchuan's calm and harmless expression.

Jiang Wenting naturally didn't believe it either.

"You...you don't come here! Ye Mingchuan, I have a gun in my hand, do you hear that I have a gun! I told you not to come here!" In the end, Jiang Wenting's voice was full of tears, and she held the gun in her hands at a loss. He pointed the gun at Ye Mingchuan tremblingly.

There is such a kind of person, just by looking at him, you can feel the murderous spirit and the despair from hell.

Ye Mingchuan is such a person. As the only marshal of a country, his courage is naturally needless to say.

Before Lan Ling could see clearly, she heard a "slap", the pistol was kicked aside, Jiang Wenting knelt on the ground with messy hair, her hands were cut behind her back, and Ye Mingchuan had already handcuffed her.

Lan Ling walked slowly to the place where the pistol was placed, with an ambiguous smile on the corner of her mouth, picked up the pistol with her fingers and played with it in her hand, and murmured:

"Marshal, tell me, if I use it to shoot, what is the hit rate?"

Before Ye Mingchuan could respond, Lan Ling raised her head and said to Jiang Wenting with a cheerful face:
"Why don't I leave this burden to Sister Wenting, I just happen to be able to try my hand first." After speaking, Lan Ling smirked "hehehe".

Walking lightly, step by step, she slowly walked up to Jiang Wenting, patted his face with a pistol, and said very embarrassingly:

"Jiang Wenting, do you know? I was lucky to escape that catastrophe that day. But I will never forget the feeling of those bullets rubbing against my face."

With that said, Lan Ling skillfully moved the trigger.

"It's like this..." She pressed the muzzle of the gun to Jiang Wenting's temple.

On the contrary, this time Jiang Wenting was unusually quiet and indifferent, she kept her head held high without saying a word and continued like this.

Lan Ling smiled, her temperament is inimitable, she doesn't have Ye Mingchuan's murderous aura, she just looks like a bullied little white rabbit.

Lan Ling also had a faint smile on her face, looking at the proud Jiang Wenting, "Boom—"

The gun that was originally aimed at Jiang Wenting's temple shot into the joints of her legs.

"This shot, Jiang Wenting, I will return it to you."

At this time, Ye Mingchuan's cell phone rang.

"Hello, hello." I don't know what was said on the phone, but it was done in less than a minute.

Ye Mingchuan's face was a little ugly, but he thought that he would know some things sooner or later, and his mood improved again.

"Lan Ling, Si Bingchuan is going to do a mission at the border, I think you should also go to experience the nine-to-five life of a soldier.

"Huh?" Lan Ling raised her eyebrows, what task is so important?Do you still need Si Bingchuan to go?
(End of this chapter)