steel forest

Boom, boom, boom—it's the sound of toμ slamming on the solid ground.

That boy was kowtowing to Qi Yan, tried his best to spell out the words, begging for his life over and over again.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Feng He beside him couldn't stop laughing wildly, and said to Qi Yan: "Young Master Qi, this kid is pleading for his girlfriend."

Qi Yan was sitting on the stacked cargo box, playing with the snoμ gun, and ignored him.

Feng He said: "We've been wandering around this place for almost a month, and it really suffocates me. Young Master Qi, look..."

He pointed at the girl with the snoμ gun.

Seeing Feng He's hint, the other two accomplices laughed ambiguously.One of them scolded: "Aren't you tamade and you can't forget about g?"

Feng He's tone was slippery: "When a peony blooms, it's also romantic to be a ghost."

Qi Yan neither agreed nor objected.

Feng He put the gun back, grabbed the girl's toμ hair, and dragged her to the back of the stacked cargo box.

The girl screamed, resisting and struggling hoarsely.

Jiang Hansheng's ears were buzzing, his mind was spinning, he pursed his cracked lips, and said, "Qi Yan."

His voice was very low, but very penetrating, y suppressed the ear-piercing screams that filled the warehouse.

With a blank expression on his face, Qi Yan lifted up snoμ to signal Feng He to stop.

He leaned forward, looked at Jiang Hansheng with interest, and said, "So you can talk?"

Jiang Han said, "Don't hurt innocent people."

He was very hoarse.

What qualifications does a piece of meat on a chopping board have to negotiate terms?Feng He felt that Jiang Hansheng's request was too ridiculous, so he laughed and said, "I ga0 her, what can you do?"

Feng He ignored him, Xia snoμ continued to drag the girl.

"boom!"

A sudden shot hit the ground under Feng He's feet.

Including the girl, everyone stopped their voices immediately.

Feng He's complexion changed, and when he realized it, he was so frightened that cold sweat rolled down his back in no time.

"I...Qi..."

Qi Yan pressed the hot muzzle of the gun against his forehead, brushed it, and the light passed through the gun body, casting a small icy shadow on his eye socket.

He said in a deep voice, "I didn't let you move."

Feng He let go of snoμ suddenly, and froze in place, not daring to move.Zaida's x1nyu was also frightened by this shot.

Qi Yan asked: "You want to save her, don't you?"

"..."

"That's right, you policemen always think that you can save everyone. But in fact, you can't save anyone." He walked over and put the gun on the back of Jiang Hansheng's head.

Nothing happens.

For three days, Jiang Hansheng was tortured by drugs so much that he was worse than si, and he didn't show any collapse or fear.

This made Qi Yan very upset.

He tilted the gun, took a closer look at the body of the gun in snoμ, and said with a smile: "Mr. Jiang, how about giving you a chance? Let's play a game."

Qi Yan ordered Feng He to come over, untie Jiang Hansheng, and remove the black cloth covering his eyes.

Jiang Hansheng narrowed his eyes slightly, adapting to the light in the warehouse.

Not far away, there is a rectangular table made of cargo boxes.Feng He took away the food box that was originally placed on it, and quickly cleared the table.

A gangster shoved Jiang Han and shouted, "I told you to go over there! Can you still walk?!"

Jiang Hansheng is obsessed with cleanliness, he hates the dirty place, and even more so the people in front of him.

"Do not touch me."

Jiang Hansheng's eyes clearly showed no hostility or viciousness, just a little bit of sharpness, but that person somehow felt invisible oppression.

He paused, subconsciously looked at Qi Yan, waiting for him to give orders.

Qi Yan signaled with snoμ, asking them to withdraw kαi.

Even though he was exhausted, Jiang Han's expression was still firm, and he dragged his heavy legs and walked to the opposite side of Qi Yan.

Qi Yan took out a police snoμ gun, and in front of Jiang Hansheng, he disassembled kαi bit by bit, and the parts were scattered like fragments.

After dismantling, he pushed another complete snoμ gun directly towards Jiang Hansheng.

Jiang Hansheng's reaction was quite sharp, and he pressed it firmly.

The firm and cold snoμ feeling is a little strange.

Jiang Hansheng's snoμ wrist couldn't help shaking, not because of fear, but because the drugs were eroding his bodily functions.

It seems that it is for this reason that Qi Yan is not afraid of guns falling into Jiang Hansheng's snoμ at all.

He said with ease: "I heard the introduction on TV. Mr. Jiang is still a manuscript student who graduated from Gongda. Are you familiar with guns?"

Jiang Han asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Let's play a game and take—"

Like a child about to start a game, he was so excited that he twitched his fingers, looked left and right, and pointed to a rectangular rusty iron plate to make people stand up.

He continued: "Take this as a target, assemble the parts, and then shoot it kαi, smack! ... If you can shoot me fast, you win."

His eyes were dark, and he promised: "If you win, I won't touch that girl."

Jiang Han said in a deep voice, "I won't bet on people's lives."

"Really? That's a pity." Qi Yan's index finger and middle finger slowly moved together, made a snoμ gesture of a gun, and pointed at the girl, "She could have lived a little longer, because of you, she is going to die now gone."

The girl was already frightened to the extreme, as if she was holding on to the last straw, she yelled mournfully: "Please save me, please save me! Please, please save me! Please..."

Jiang Hansheng knew in his heart that he could not accept any conditions from Qi Yan.