The queen's wife is too sultry

The conversation between the two has only been going on for less than a quarter of an hour since they entered the room, and Sartre has already been defeated.

He stood opposite the two, his eyes seemed to be looking at his enemy, Lu Qing could even hear him gnashing his teeth because he was too angry.

But his reaction has long been within the expectations of the two.

"Mr. Sutter, with all due respect, you don't have to act like the whole world is sorry for you."

Lu Qing tried to ease his emotions, so he tried to make his voice sound more relaxed:

"Think about it, apart from the unlucky Mr. Wilson, Frank was forced to take another life, but he obviously didn't kill Wilson. Don't you think this is too cruel to a colleague who has worked with you for many years?"

Sartre sneered, "How about Frank, what does it matter to me? I wish he could leave Mayo Clinic sooner."

Gu Zheng and Lu Qing looked at each other.

Sartre gradually revealed a look of resentment, "The R potion project has been researched for so many years, which experiment and breakthrough did not involve me? Why is the main person in charge always Frank?"

"I have the same academic qualifications as him. In terms of scientific research ability, I am no worse than him. Why do everyone in the clinic only see him but not me? Every time there is a new project, I only send him. Do I just Can you only help him in the team!"

"Let me tell you, if you want me to go to jail, there is no door! Frank also injected Wilson with drugs, and he is also an accomplice!"

Lu Qing gave a "tsk" and sighed, "Sartre, calm down, we didn't say we must send you to prison, aren't we trying to minimize the loss?"

Sartre sneered, "You're right, we all need to calm down, I have a little wine, since you all want to have a good talk, why don't we drink some wine to calm down first."

This request came suddenly and made people puzzled, Gu Zheng squinted his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

Sartre went to the kitchen.

Lu Qing raised his eyebrows, his eyes were a little innocent: "I saw it just now, and there is indeed a lot of wine in the cabinet he just renovated."

For a moment, Sartre hadn't returned to the living room.

Gu Zheng frowned, still feeling that Sartre's behavior was a little abnormal, so he went around the sofa and walked towards the kitchen, but before he got close to the door, the sound of a body falling to the ground came from the kitchen.

He was startled, and pushed open the kitchen door without thinking. Sure enough, Sartre was shot in the back and fell face down on the ground with his eyes closed. The blood quickly stained his white sweater red, which was particularly dazzling.

Beside him is a mobile phone with a bright screen.

"Sutter!" Gu Zheng yelled sharply, and quickly squatted down to check his injuries.

"Get out of the way!"

Unexpectedly, he hadn't touched Sartre yet, and with a roar, a force as fast as electricity pushed him away.

Gu Zheng fell down next to the wine cabinet. Before he could react, a gunshot was heard from less than one centimeter away from his shoulder, and then the red wine fell to the ground one after another. Glass shards splashed everywhere, and the dark red liquid wound into a river. , and soon spread to the entire kitchen.

He didn't care about the glass shards all over the floor, and yelled at Lu Qing: "Quickly squat down! She's on the opposite side!"

Lu Qing dodged and hid behind the door. In the next second, the wooden door was pierced through, and the bullet grazed his cheek, leaving a tiny bloodstain. The blood flowed down from his cheek, like the red wine on the ground, Very colorful.

He was so nervous that he didn't have time to think about it. He rushed to a corner of the living room, moved the full-length mirror to the side, adjusted the angle, and finally saw the sniper's position clearly.

In the sky garden 50 meters away from Sartre's apartment, a sniper leaned on the glass window and aimed his crosshairs in the direction of the apartment's kitchen.

In the mirror, the sniper was also adjusting his position.

Lu Qing is in the living room, not within her range, but Gu Zheng is still in a corner of the kitchen, as long as she stands up, she can see the four corners.

Lu Qing was sweating profusely, threw away the mirror, crawled to the door of the kitchen, stretched out his hand towards him, and said quickly, "Come out, she is adjusting her position, and she will be watching you soon—"

Gu Zheng's face was as deep as water, his eyes were cold and deep, and he didn't care about the scum of wine bottles all over the floor. After calculating the distance from the wine cabinet to the door, he gritted his teeth and flew over. Unexpectedly, he was just pulled out by Lu Qing. A gunshot sounded at his feet, barely brushing his trousers.

As soon as the two met, Lu Qing closed the kitchen door and found a corner with Gu Zheng.

Fierce and concentrated gunfire rang out, and the kitchen door seemed to be a hornet's nest, riddled with holes. It was not until half a minute later that the entire apartment returned to silence.

Lu Qing leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. After relaxing, he felt a tingling pain in his cheek. He raised his hand to touch it, and seeing the dried blood on his hand, he immediately cursed in a low voice.

In less than 5 minutes, the two had already walked through the gate of hell.

Gu Zheng didn't get any better. Enduring the pain, he pulled out the shards of glass the size of a fingernail in his palm from his flesh. Less than one centimeter from his eyebrows, the shards of glass were also splashed with blood stains. .

Lu Qing didn't take out his mobile phone until he confirmed that the sniper had left. He was just about to call 911, but unexpectedly the mobile phone had no signal at all.

Lu Qing was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother, "What's the situation, why is there no signal at all in his apartment!"

Gu Zheng's heart sank, and he immediately took out his mobile phone, but there was also no signal.

He pondered for a moment, only thinking of one possibility, "Signal jammer, I don't know when it was installed."

Lu Qing glanced at Sartre, who was in a pool of blood, and said coldly: "The woman I met outside the door is her, and it can't be wrong."

"Arthur wanted to kill someone, so he sent a sniper to ambush near Sutter's house. Damn it, he shouldn't have talked to that woman just now!"

Gu Zheng said in a low voice: "Call 911 quickly, he was shot in the back, I'm afraid it's more dangerous than good."

"Where to fight? What if she ambushes us outside?"

As soon as the words fell, the sound of twisting the doorknob came from the silent living room.

The two looked at each other, couldn't help but immediately picked up the "weapon" closest to them, Lu Qing crawled and hid near the entrance, while Gu Zheng stood at the stairs, his back pressed against the wall.

Both held their breath, waiting for the "new visitor".

The people outside the door seemed to be unclear about the password, and the doorknob sent three prompts of "Wrong password input" in succession. Just after Lu Qing wondered whether the people outside the door could come in, the prompt of entering the correct password came, and the person finally opened the door.

Lu Qing clenched the vase in his hand, staring at the door.

Gu Zheng clenched the frame tightly, his adrenaline rushing.

In this tense moment, everything becomes slow motion.