Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"Thank you for your compliment."

Accepting all his compliments, Song Bingjue showed no sadness or joy on his face, but pressed down the knife on Leon's neck:

"I won this round."

"This time, can you beat me?"

When he came to the shooting range, Leon looked at the man beside him and smiled strangely. He picked up a sniper rifle:

"Leng Weapon, I am indeed not as good as you. But your shooting may not be able to win me."

There was no rebuttal. Leon's words were not all nonsense. Song Bingjue quickly installed a magnifying glass on the sniper rifle.

The target of sniping here is not a fixed target, but a running person.

Song Bingjue looked at the chatting and laughing people in the opposite building, including many local dignitaries, and said coldly:
"I think you are really crazy!"

"If you want to beat a lunatic, you have to become abnormal yourself."

Laughing loudly, Leon continued:

"Among this group of people, there are a total of five targets. They are all wearing black clothes. If you can kill three of them before me, you will naturally win. There is no need for this game to continue."

"How to ensure that these five targets will not run out of the hotel?"

Hearing his words, Song Bingjue always felt that things were not that simple, so he put down the sniper rifle that had been mounted on the window:
"According to your personality, it will never be so simple."

"Sure. In order to ensure the smooth progress of the game, I have placed explosives in every corner of this building. You and I only have two hours. After the two hours are up, if these five people are not killed by us , everyone in this building will die."

Laughing evilly, Leon danced happily, not even caring about the sniper rifle in his hand, he smiled and said:
"One more thing, Mu Wan'an, whom you miss so much, is also in a certain room in this building. If you don't hurry up, she will turn into a firework with a huge bang..."

Before he finished speaking, one hand grabbed his neck, and Song Bingjue looked at him fiercely:
"You actually played tricks on me?"

"If not, how could you stand here obediently and play games with me?"

Not showing any signs of being frightened, Leon shrugged mischievously, paying no attention to the signal that he was on the verge of death:

"Let me also advise you, don't expect Shen Yu to bring someone over to help you. Their people are probably still fighting."

"Lyon, in terms of insidiousness and meanness, no one in Europe can compare to you."

Even though he had already guessed that there must be a conspiracy before coming here, Song Bingjue did not expect him to act so lowly. He let go of his neck, pointed his gun at the people in the building again, and searched carefully for the people in the building. The whereabouts of five people.

Mu Wan'an, who was injected with muscle relaxants, was sitting in a locked room. In front of her was a huge screen, which was broadcasting the game between Song Bingjue and Leon in real time.

When she saw him and Han Xiu coming alone, her heart couldn't help hanging. Why did he come here alone?

When she thought of what Leon said to her before going out this morning, she felt terrified:

"Don't worry, no matter whether you win two out of three rounds, your Song Bingjue will still die here... Ah, it feels so good."

"The last one left."

At present, the two are evenly matched and killed two respectively. Leon glanced at Song Bingjue, who was staring at the opposite building intently, and laughed:

"Your sniping has never been your strong point. Why do you have to work so hard? Is it worth working so hard for a woman? I really don't understand you more and more."

"You don't understand me? I can't understand your madness."

With a slight sneer, Song Bingjue had already spotted the trace of that person. He turned the muzzle of his gun, looking for the best angle to snipe.

He hid in the crowd and squatted in front of a little girl. Song Bingjue stopped holding the trigger.

At this time, Leon also found the target, he noticed Song Bingjue's hesitation, and couldn't help but sneered.

He pulled the trigger without hesitation, and soon, the little girl fell into a pool of blood together with the target.

He said nonchalantly:
"Can you maintain a benevolent heart at such a time? With all due respect, it seems that you don't pay enough attention to her. Song Bingjue, you are so hypocritical."

"Sniping is not my strong point, even if I lose, it doesn't matter."

Song Bingjue was not surprised by this result, he put down the sniper rifle.

"I'm a little tired today. Continue to compete tomorrow."

However, Leon didn't cooperate at this time. He was about to go out, but Song Bingjue stopped him with his hand.

Song Bingjue looked at him coldly:
"Are you playing tricks on me on purpose?"

"Where? It doesn't look good for you to say that."

Couldn't help laughing, Leon said innocently:
"Sorry, it's late at night. I really don't have the energy to fight you."

After all, this is Italy. Song Bingjue glanced at the men in black who were staring outside, and finally withdrew his hand.

Smiling triumphantly, Leon left here, and the entire Ricasoli Hotel was immediately vacant.

Back in Fort Corsica, Leon had just walked into the living room when someone immediately pushed Mu Wan'an, who had weak muscles and was sitting in a wheelchair, over.

Lyon was slicing the steak gracefully, and said with a smile:
"It seems that the amount of injection today is a bit too much, but if you don't inject, you have to find a way to escape."

"Isn't it good to stay in Fort Corsica? Here you can live a life of clothes and food. More importantly, Song Bingjue will die here soon. What's the point of you going back?" ?”

Thinking of killing Song Bingjue tomorrow, Leon was so happy that he hummed a little tune.

After he finished eating the steak on the plate, he pulled up Mu Wan'an, who was still in a wheelchair, and danced with her.

"You're a lunatic!"

Her muscles were still sore and weak, and her speech was a little slurred. Mu Wan'an could only let him manipulate her. She stared at him full of resentment:
"What good is it to you to kill him? What kind of grudge do you have against him?"

"Murder must be for revenge? You are so superficial. I don't even know why Song Bingjue would fall in love with a woman like you."

When asked by her, Leon was bored, and let go of her hand, and Mu Wan'an fell to the ground in an instant.

She reluctantly sat up, looked at Leon whose face was gloomy for a moment, and knew that he was in a bad mood, so she didn't continue talking.

The servant at the side came to help her into the wheelchair. Mu Wan'an looked at the empty living room, feeling angry and anxious, not knowing how to remind Song Bingjue to leave here.

The next day, Song Bingjue and Leon appeared at the entrance of the Ricasoli Hotel. Leon's face was completely devoid of yesterday's ease and comfort. Instead, he was covered with a gloomy atmosphere, as if he was in a bad mood.

"It seems that you are under pressure."

With a sneer, Leon said in a low voice:

"I was just thinking about how to kill the woman you love after you lose."

"..."

Without saying a word, Song Bingjue turned around and walked into the hotel, and Leon also walked in with his own people.

"Today we are no more than close combat."

After walking into the hotel, Leon suddenly said, seeing Song Bingjue's ugly face for a moment, he couldn't help laughing:
"How? Didn't you expect it?"

He sat down triumphantly on the sofa in the hall, looked at Song Bingjue and said:

"No matter what, as long as she is in my hands for a day, you have to accept my unreasonable conditions."

"You're really not afraid of dying."

It is useless to threaten such a lunatic, Song Bingjue calmed down a lot, his sharp eyes fixed on Leon:

"Tell me, what are you going to compete with?"

Sensing his strange attitude, Leon didn't take it seriously, he snapped his fingers, and his subordinates moved over a table and placed it between the two of them:

"Play Blackjack."

"Blackjack? What about the rules?"

The rules of winning and losing are easy to understand, but Song Bingjue doesn't believe that there is no other conspiracy behind Leon's character.

"If you win, you can leave Fei Leng Cui alive, and Mu Wan'an must die; if you lose, you must stay in Fei Leng Cui, and Mu Wan'an can get out alive."

With a weird smile on his face, Leon looked a little sarcastic, and took a sip of a glass of water:
"Didn't you say that there is love between you? Since you have chased here, you should prove your feelings for her even more. If you can't die for each other, what kind of love is it?"

"It seems that your appetite is really getting bigger and bigger."

With a cold smile, Song Bingjue knocked on the table, his eyes were extremely dangerous:

"Being able to say such a condition, it seems that you really don't want to live."

"Then what can I do? As long as you have someone you like, you will inevitably have weaknesses."

For this, Leon sneered, and he said in a very regretful tone:
"I still admire you more in the past. At that time, you had no worries. Now you can't be compared with the past at all."

"Deal the cards."

He told the croupier that Song Bingjue was unwilling to have any more verbal disputes with him.

After getting the card, Song Bingjue looked at it, and then glanced at Leon's expression.

He was as relaxed as ever, took a look at his cards and pressed down, and then said:

"It seems that God is helping me, but in a sense, it is also saving your life. A woman like Mu Wan'an is really not worthy of your attention."

Mu Wan'an, who was still locked in the secret room, watched their duel. She didn't know what cards the two were holding, but looking at each other's expressions, Leon's cards should be pretty good.

She became more and more nervous, she didn't know if the few words Leon said were true.

If it was true, he obviously meant one life for another.

She clenched the handle of the wheelchair tightly, her slender eyebrows furrowed tightly.

She didn't want to die, however, she didn't want to see him die either.

However, there seemed to be someone's footsteps behind him.