Salted fish dressed as Xiaofubao of the age

Chapter 1241 Resolute
Yue Qingqing's expression remained unchanged, "Come on, you have a smile too."

The killer also cooperated to show his neat and white teeth, after Yue Qingqing took the photo.

The killer made a sudden move, and thrust his gun against Yue Qingqing's jaw.

Caught off guard, Yue Qingqing seemed a little panicked, and the phone dropped to the ground with the screen facing down.

I don't know if it broke or not.

"Oh, what a beautiful little thing, but don't worry, I will try my best to make you die painlessly."

The killer's voice was neither soft nor heavy, as if he was communicating with an acquaintance.

Being blocked by the muzzle of the gun, Yue Qingqing could imagine the momentary scorching heat when the bullet flew out.

He raised his hands, but his expression was not very flustered.

"This way of dying is not beautiful, I don't like it."

The killer's tone was regretful, "Little girl, there are many unsatisfactory things in this world, and everything can't go smoothly, don't you think so?"

Cindy tried hard to shrink herself into a corner, trying to reduce her sense of existence.

My heart is full of despair.

If possible, how much she wished to exchange Yue Qingqing's life for her own.

But since the other party didn't cover her eyes, but let her watch this scene, it can only mean one thing——

This man had no intention of letting her go from the beginning.

Why did this happen to her? This person obviously came to find Yue Qingqing.

Why would I be so unlucky.

Cindy wanted to yell, but the stinky rag was stuck in her mouth, so she could only shake her head helplessly.

But Yue Qingqing, who was pointed at by the gun, was not flustered, and only sighed lightly.

"In the words of our Huaxia, even if you die, you have to be a fool. I want to know how I offended you."

It was probably because Yue Qingqing's death was approaching, and he had a good impression of this girl.

The always ruthless killer actually answered her, "I can only blame you for provoking someone you shouldn't."

"Anyone who shouldn't be offended?" Yue Qingqing repeated, looking at Cindy, "It can't be her."

The killer sneered, "This kind of idiot? No, no, of course it's not her, but I will wrong you and die in the same place as this woman."

Cindy was filled with anger and despair.

Although she had expected this possibility a long time ago, being sentenced to death by the killer himself still made her last glimmer of hope come to nothing.

Damn Yue Qingqing, why did she bring the topic to herself?
Yue Qingqing thought about it again, and suddenly realized, "Oh, it's because of the airport?"

"Yeah, so teach us a lesson and don't meddle in our own business, will you?"

The killer frowned, feeling impatient too.

"This game of delaying time is useless, little girl. Good-bye."

However, the moment he pressed the trigger, Yue Qingqing slammed into his knee.

The man only felt that a hammer hit his kneecap hard, and the pain made him fall back involuntarily.

gunshots—

However, the direction where the bullet flew out was slightly different from where it started.

Yue Qingqing dodged with amazing reflexes at the critical moment.

But there was a burning sensation in his shoulder.

It turned out that the bullet brushed the clothes on the shoulder, although it missed, it still surprised Yue Qingqing.

If you don't pay attention, it will capsize in the gutter.

In the case of a sneak attack, if this kind of thing happens to hit the fatal point, it is still very likely to kill a monk.

Yue Qingqing's eyes were cold, and before the killer endured the severe pain and planned to shoot the second shot, he kicked sideways.

Right in the man's hand holding the gun.

The pistol fell to the ground suddenly, and the killer didn't care about being shocked by Yue Qingqing's force, and crawled over to grab the gun in his hand.

But Yue Qingqing stepped on her, kicked her up, and held her in her hand.

"Goodbye."

Yue Qingqing pulled the trigger just like the man did just now, and hit him between the eyebrows.

The man fell on his back, blood flowing out from the black hole.

(End of this chapter)