After the movie, she went too deep into the play

Chapter 123 Gunshots
Fearing that the sound of the engine would alert the suspects, they parked their car on the side of the road one kilometer away from the old house, and then approached on foot.

The moon is hanging in the sky, and it is already one o'clock in the morning.

Du Ruo, who was feigning sleep, opened her eyes slightly, and slowly raised her head under the guise of sleepwalking, then turned to the other side.

Seeing the two brothers dozing off, Du Ruo boldly opened his eyes and observed his surroundings again.

There is obviously nothing sharp in the empty old earthen house that can cut the rope.

Fortunately, they tied their hands carelessly in front of their bodies.

Du Ruo raised his hand to tear off the tape on his mouth, and tried to use his mouth to untie the rope that bound his hands.

After several tossings, her hands were successfully freed, and she easily untied her feet again.

It's a pity that Du Ruogang was about to get up and escape, but was stopped.

"stop!"

Breathing stopped for an instant, and Du Ruo felt the figure getting closer and closer to her.

"Raise your hand."

Sun Dalong subconsciously spoke Mandarin.

Du Ruo didn't realize this, and obediently raised his hands up to the height of his shoulders.

"Brother! She can understand! She is not an aboriginal!"

Sun Erlong's words immediately reminded Sun Dalong that he was furious, and he moved the gun in his hand closer to Du Ruo, and roared, "Damn it, believe it or not, I shot you!"

Du Ruo pretended to be frightened, breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down, but his brain was running calmly and quickly.

Slowly raised his head, at the moment when the eyes of the two met.

With his right hand, Du Ruo slammed Sun Dalong's gun-holding right hand out to the right side, controlled it, and turned the gun clockwise with his left hand.

The pistol escaped from Sun Dalong's hand, but Du Ruo snatched it away, pulled the safety catch, and pointed the gun at him.

One-handed gun is handsome, but unstable.

Du Ruo took advantage of this and turned the situation around.

Holding guns in both hands, she quickly distanced herself from the brothers to prevent her gun from being taken away again.

"Don't move, raise your hands, take five steps back, and squat down!"

Sun Dalong didn't expect to be played by a woman, he licked his molars, and stared at her sullenly.

With a sound of "Peng", Du Ruo fired a shot towards the ceiling, pulled the safety catch again, and aimed the gun at him again.

Due to the violent attack on the old ceiling, a lot of old ashes were knocked down...

Hearing the gunshot, a group of people who had just joined the investigation team looked in the direction of the gunshot in surprise.

"No! They have guns! We need to move fast!"

Li Zhijie looked at the brothers who were born and died around him, confirmed their eyes, and everyone separated and headed towards the earthen house!

Du Ruo looked at a lockbox from the corner of her eye, and asked knowingly, "Is this what you want me to bring?"

Before the brothers could admit it, the phone rang suddenly.

"Go, hands-free."

Du Ruo moved the position of the pistol, signaling them not to act rashly.

Sun Erlong nodded quickly, and connected the phone with trembling hands.

"Why so late? It's time for trading soon, and I don't want you to make any mistakes for me."

The man's voice was very high-pitched. He turned on the voice changer, but he was speaking Wu Nong's language that Du Ruo was most familiar with. He must be from Suzhou City or S City.

Du Ruo glared at Sun Erlong, beckoning him to speak up quickly, and slightly pulled the trigger as a threat.

"It's okay boss, everything is going well, we are going to go out now."

Hearing this, the phone was hung up immediately.

Sun Erlong shamelessly begged to go around, "Sister, please let my brother go. If you want to go, just go, we will let you go!"

Du Ruo was amused by his words, but his tone was very cold, "Let you go?"

Thinking that there was hope, Sun Erlong nodded quickly, and kept saying, "Yes, yes, you let us go."

"Dream." Du Ruo shattered his hope with one sentence, "50, what kind of rotten money are you earning that is detrimental to morality?"

Du Ruo looked at the gun in his hand and snorted coldly, "Gun? You can still get this thing, I'm afraid you are out of order."

(End of this chapter)