The queen's wife is too sultry

In the hotel room, the silence like stagnant water quickly spread.

An M16 silencer gun was aimed at Jiang Lifeng's forehead precisely and silently.

The body of the gun is as black as ink, its shape is extremely mechanical and industrial, and its whole body is covered with a cold metallic luster, just like the eyes of the person holding the gun, giving people a sense of calm and cruel death.

Jiang Lifeng stared at the familiar gun, only stunned for a moment, then quickly regained his composure.

he asks:

"You're going to kill me?"

What answered him was the movement and sound of the loading of the bullet.

Jiang Jingting did all this with a blank face, like a cold killer without the slightest emotion.

"I saved your life, so it should belong to me, right?"

Jiang Lifeng stared at him, trying to find some flaws and motives in his cold and serious eyes.

The man who had rescued him from the Dawson's house a few days earlier was pointing a gun at him.

This scene is too ironic.

"reason?"

"People who are about to die don't need a reason."

Jiang Lifeng stared at the empty muzzle, and asked word by word: "Does Jiang Tingyue know about this?"

"He will know, but when I came to rescue you, you had already been killed by someone sent by George. Of course, the Jiang family will use all means to avenge you."

His casual smile made Jiang Lifeng completely cold, "You should have thought about this plan before negotiating with George."

The man with the gun didn't speak.

Not speaking is the default.

"In that case, why do you bother to take me to see Jiang Tingyue?"

Jiang Jingting still didn't speak, a storm was brewing in his pupils as deep as ink, he held the gun expressionlessly, his fingers pressed tightly to the trigger.

It seemed that in the next second, a fast bullet would burst out and hit Jiang Lifeng's forehead.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

But the more this happened, Jiang Lifeng became more relaxed.

He stared at the muzzle of the gun and suddenly smiled:
"You still have compassion, otherwise, you would have killed me with a single shot while I wasn't paying attention."

As a person who has been licking blood on the tip of a knife all year round and wandering in the bloody darkness, Jiang Lifeng knows very well what this little bit of compassion means.

The fight between the hunter and the prey is often in an instant. In this instant, even if there is even a slight hesitation, the hunter is very likely to be killed by the prey.

Jiang Lifeng stared at the person opposite him, his dark eyes like deep pools were like the pupils of cold-blooded animals, while being targeted by hunters, he was also waiting for an opportunity to find an opening.

"Why don't you talk, young master."

He hooked his lips, and he didn't look like a person who was being pointed at by a gun.

Jiang Jingtingjun's face was tense, his eyes were looking at him sullenly, his right index finger was slightly bent, and he pulled the trigger very slowly.

The arrow was on the string, at the critical moment, Jiang Lifeng said unhurriedly:

"The reason for not speaking, I guess is because of Ye Zhen."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Jingting's index finger on the trigger suddenly froze, as if someone had fixed him, and he couldn't pull it down no matter what.

Seeing this, Jiang Lifeng smiled casually, as if he didn't see a gun pointed at him.

"Jing Ting, you look very surprised. Do you think that you have been hiding things so well that it is impossible for me to know?"

half an hour.

Jiang Jingting retracted the gun, and looked at him with black eyes without any emotion, "Speak."

Jiang Lifeng covered his wound, and slowly sat back on the sofa, "Actually, when you said that you saved me because of Jiang Tingyue, I became suspicious."

"When I was in New York, everyone cared more about Ye Zhen, and the reason why they refused to hand me over to George was because I was her father."

"Only you, it seems that you are here for me, or you want me to feel that you are here for me."

"Jing Ting, you are worthy of your surname Jiang. You have enough brains and courage, and you are also decisive enough to kill."

He looked up at him, his eyes were a little more inexplicable:

"You've done everything flawlessly, but when you arrived in London this morning, you said something superfluous. Do you remember?"

Jiang Jingting pursed his lips and remained silent.

"You told me not to mention Zhenzhen in front of Jiang Tingyue."

Jiang Lifeng said lightly: "I didn't need you to say it, I planned to do it, but since you mentioned it, I have to think about it."

"From your point of view, since you have nothing to do with Zhenzhen, why worry about me mentioning her in front of your grandfather? Unless Jiang Tingyue already knew about Zhenzhen's existence, but he didn't know that Zhenzhen was my daughter."

"But why don't you want him to know that Zhenzhen is my daughter, because..."

He hooked his lips, "You are in love with her, if Jiang Tingyue finds out, you can't be together."

"Am I right?"

After a while, Jiang Jingting slowly raised his gun and pointed it at him again, with a cold and decisive face:
"After solving you, there will be no such problems."

"I am her father. Her mother is gone. Do you want to take her father away?"

Jiang Jingting twitched the corners of his mouth, his dark eyes were no longer cold and indifferent, and his eyes were violent and paranoid, "Neither Ning Hongjing nor you, have never been by her side when she needs her father. Just because of this, you are not worthy of mentioning father. the word."

"She met me when she was 15 years old, and I was always by her side, giving her love and shelter. We have been in love for so many years, and we even talked about marriage. Why should I be absent from her life since she was born? for you?"

Jiang Lifeng turned cold, "Aren't you the clearest why I'm absent?"

"So what?" Jiang Jingting sneered:

"She lived well by my side without you before, and now I don't need you to intervene in our life."

Jiang Lifeng was furious, and almost squeezed every word out of his teeth: "Deceive yourself!"

"I hate the Jiang family, but could it be possible to change your original relationship without me!"

Jiang Jingting stared at him sadly, "So what? I don't have to have a child, as long as I have her."

"You're crazy!" Jiang Lifeng's face was filled with shock.

"Grandpa has promised me to be with Zhenzhen, now there is no obstacle between me and her except you."

Jiang Jingting slowly pulled the trigger with his index finger, exuding a terrifying chill, "Don't worry, when you leave, I will take care of Zhenzhen for the rest of my life and never let her suffer any harm again."

"Goodbye, uncle."

The cold and deep voice seemed to be pronouncing a death sentence.

Jiang Lifeng's pupils constricted violently, without even thinking about it, he threw out the medicine box beside him, fell down quickly, and rushed towards Jiang Jingting.

"boom--"

The bullet hit the medicine box, and the box fell to the ground, and the medicine inside poured out, everywhere.

At the same time, it contains the sound of heavy metal falling to the ground.

It was a blue-black revolver that fell not far away.

Without even thinking about it, Jiang Lifeng picked up the revolver.

But how could Jiang Jingting give him this opportunity, what's more, there is not much room for Jiang Lifeng to use his hands and feet in the hotel room at this time.

The second shot rang out, and Jiang Lifeng was shot in his left leg without any surprise.

Blood gushed out from his wound, and the warm red liquid quickly stained the hotel carpet red.

But at the same time, he also got a revolver.

He was shot in his left leg, ignoring the excruciating pain, and immediately lay on his side on the ground, holding the pistol tightly with both hands, aiming the muzzle at Jiang Jingting.

All of this happens in just one breath.

The two fell into a stalemate.

The muzzles of the two guns faced each other across the air.

Jiang Jingting chuckled, glanced at his bloody calf, and said casually:
"If you hadn't dodged just now, the bullet should have hit you in the heart, and you could have walked away without any pain."

Severe pain came from his chest and calf at the same time. Jiang Lifeng's face was pale, but he didn't dare to slack off. He tensed up his nerves, stared at Jiang Jingting, and sneered:

"No pain? Who has no pain? Is it me or your beloved Ye Zhen?"